"No need for apologies, we are taking a break, after all, Gerald." Lefevre spoke as the Brigadier settled himself.
Gerald and Lefevre hasn't had much personal time over the past few days. Their assignment had been their lives in that time, and depending on how things went, it could be that way for a longer span of time than either had thought when they signed up.
Lefevre said nothing for a few moments, enjoying the peaceful silence, allowing his mind to focus on nothing more than the smells of the Cafe. The interrogation had literally gone on for days. The things they had been doing to the Sirian were necessary evils, though. They would save lives, hopefully both Gallic and Sirian. After all, once the invasion commenced, what good would it bee to take over space if there was nobody left to inhabit it? That was only if there was actually going to be an invasion. There had been no specific word from High Command on the matter, but the ridiculous gathering of capital ships and the absolutely hostile attitude toward Sirians suggested that something was imminent. He slowly pulled back to the present.
"We need to get him to talk, you know. He's got information we need. The most we've gotten him to do is indicate that he knows something useful. It's just a matter of figuring out what that is exactly."
What they hadn't been able to determine yet, however, was what this man actually did for a living.
"Who do you think he is? With the resolve he's shown, he's clearly not just a trader, but we haven't gotten him to say anything about a contact in the Council. What could he have possibly been attempting to gain by being in Gallic space?"