The yelling had finally attracted some attention in the cell block, which was not completely out of ear shot. Yelling would make it in there.
One of the PADD's that the interrogators brought with them displayed a message from the guards in the guard post. It read, "The others are growling about the traitor. They want to know who the traitor is."
Daphne looked toward her partner. It was clear from the look on her face that she thought it was time to release the felinid back to the others to see if his talking to them would make them want to share information as a group. They had broken is connection with Traknor. Perhaps, he could spread those feelings to the others.
Tr'Lawsh shook her mane. "Thisss isss hopelessss," she said with exasperation. "He is just a simple-minded fool, brrred to die." She stood up and walked to the door. "Open up!" she called.
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"Thisss one'sss a wassste of time," she said to the guard. "Sssend him back to hisss ccell. We won't get anything out of him." The Caitian looked back at Daphne. "He'sss not worrrth yourrr time, Commanderrr," she said, still eyeing her warily, as if she were a powederkeg waiting to explode.
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Once back outside, Tr'Lawsh waited until Horrtha was taken back to his cell. "Good job, Commanderrr," she said, smiling. "You werrre verrry convinccing. That wasss a grrreat idea, thinking up that bit about Trrraknorr asss a sssell-out. I hope you don't mind me rrrrunning with it."
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