Reluctantly, Castor
nods her head in agreement.
“A verbal response is
required,” one of the hooded figures demands.
Castor, head still
bowed, says nothing.
“It is within our
power,” the other voice tells her, “To compel your participation,
but such a course of action can be highly unpleasant. It is
preferable to us to avoid such a situation, if that is possible. Is
that possible?”
She nods her consent.
“You must speak,”
the first voice commands.
“Yes,” she replies.
“You are Castor?”
the voice demands.
“Yes,” she
confirms.
“You are an Agent of
the Forest?” the voice continues.
“I am,” she says
hesitantly.
“Good,” the second
voice says soothingly. “Now, in your own words, tell us what
happened at the plant.”
“That's just it,”
she tells them, her frustration finally getting the better of her, “I
don't know what happened.”
