Mendel flipped through his files, as Pete was secured to a barren metal chair, his shirt ripped open and electrodes attached to his chest and extremities.
Satisfied that the man was going nowhere, and that the lie detector was working, Mendel reached out to thumb a button, watching as electric current was passed through the man's body, it didn't matter who you where, that much electricity would make any man scream in pain.
Nodding again, Mendel held up a closed file.
"Who is Ronon Dex?" He asked, his face hard and unsmiling.
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