“What do you mean you
don't know?” the first voice rumbles, “You must know, you were
there, you witnessed it all.”
“I know, I know,”
she whines in distress, “But I don't know what it was that I saw.”
“Then let us take it
step by step,” the second voice reverberates through her, “Start
with your arrival at the plant.”
“Why?” she demands,
“Why should I tell you? I don't know who you are.”
“We're on your side,”
the first voice grinds, sounding surprisingly reassuring. “If it
helps, try to think of us as auditors. It is our job to find out
what went wrong, if proper protocols were adhered to, if anybody
acted beyond their proper authority...”
“You mean you're here
to see if it was my fault?” Disgust shivers through her whole
body, a bad taste leaking into her mouth.
“That is within our
remit,” the second voice tells her without comfort, “But that is
not our purpose, or the sole extent or our role.”
“So,” the first
voice continues, “When you arrived at the plant, what did you see?”
