Violet stood her ground. "No, I don't need to revise a word I uttered."
"Then you'll indulge my creativity." Vincent slid a photo across the table, the grainy drone shot showing nothing but a pale crater and smoke curling from the wound in the earth. "Explain this without lying."
"You mean explain it without the weapon you didn't find?" Roman countered.
"We didn't find a weapon because it wasn't one. This was obviously an energy event. One we don't have a file for."
"Then start a new file," Violet said coolly.
"That's what I'm doing," Vincent replied, "but none of you seem willing to cooperate."
"Cooperate on what? An energy event?" Violet told him. "What's that got to do with me, a human? Do I look like Patrick, the scientist?"
"Good one, little mate." Griffin complimented her, only to turn and glower at Vincent. The man was beginning to get on their nerves.
Vincent shifted his attention immediately.
"His Highness, Micah, you rescued them. What did you see?"
