That was surprisingly civil and uneventful. Isaiah expected worse from the intelligence but certainly didn't mind the reserved treatment. He spent some time reading a non-fiction about Zoner geologists working on Gran Canaria and felt calm and collected.
He wondered if he needed to think this whole meeting through. Tsk. James will be terribly disappointed, won't he? When the guards finally came, he simply nodded and followed them. Skirka... He didn't look well at all no matter how you looked at him. The man needed rest and couldn't afford it, the classic. What was the source of pain, anyway? He would probably be disturbed if former Oracle tried to figure it out himself.
– Isaiah Ingram, a Zoner enterpreneur. Born in Liberty. Former freelancer and member of Forlorn Hope. Former Exarch of now-defunct Oracles. Pleased to meet you, sir.
He was a witness and a suspect once, so the situation was not particularly worrying if not for the fact he was now in hands of BIS. Even that didn't seem to move him, though he demonstrated no disdain or arrogance either.
