Interrogation

A single florescent light turned on above Mr. Little's head. Blinking in the sudden brightness, he tried to get his bearings. Duct tape wrapped around his chest and pinned him to a wooden chair. Apart from his seat, the room appeared devoid of furniture.

However, the room was not empty. A man, eyes obscured by sunglasses, stood before Little, arms crossed. Little got the sinking feeling that he was not there for a friendly get together.

"Well, well, well. We finally have our hands on you. I admit, you gave us quite a run. It wasn't until we found and questioned your companions, Penny and Drake, that we were able to track you down. It has not endeared you to anyone at the Federation Of Xenophiles, so it would be in your best interest to cooperate."

Little and the FOX agent stared at each other in silence for several seconds before he continued.

"I know that you witnessed a UFO falling to earth. When you tried to show your discover to friends, it was no longer there. Our people had already removed it. You started to keep an eye on the sky, didn't you?"

Silence

"You even enlisted the help of some other believers, Penny, Drake, and a few using...creative pseudonyms. We have papers. We have code phrases such as 'The sky is falling.' There is no denying your part in all of this. Answer one question and I will consider letting you walk away from this alive."

Silence

The FOX agent leaped forward, gripping the arms of Little's chair. 

"Did you manage to tell the king!?"