He wasn't a fool. He knew what to expect from the Coalition. From what he had gathered, they weren't the most subtle when it came to getting questions answered.
Not that it mattered. They wouldn't dare harm him if they wanted what he knew.
It was with such knowledge that Atticus Komm, PhD in AI technology, former leader of Cambridge Research Institute's occult sciences department, and the only man in Sirius to know anything about the true nature of what he had.
That said, Komm was a scientist and not a soldier. He wasn't a meek individual, as AI research has long been a cutthroat business, and he has been forced to lay a few blades in the past. He would keep one with him at all times...
...save this one, as he was disarmed prior to entry by the Coalition guard. The man examined the ornate dagger Komm carried as he set it in a storage tray.
"You may move along" The young man spoke, in Russian-accented English, as he opened the security door leading into the adjacent room.
Komm strode in, past a scanning array, and was escorted by a squad of silent, armed soldiers toward what he knew would be some form of interrogation room, regardless of what the Coalition would have said otherwise.
The room he entered was somewhat pleasant in furnishings. He wore a rather expressionless face, and a rather large set of glasses as he entered, with a number of papers under his arm. He had preferred using paper documents: It kept his staff on their toes sorting through them. It had also been a godsend, once the virulent nature of his latest "project" was fully realized.
"Now. I suppose you want to know every little detail of what I know about the ALPHA code. Commissar? Should I call you Commissar, or are you not a political officer?" He asked as he sat across from the figure, arranging his papers in a seemingly haphazard yet apparently methodical manner across the desk...
