Max whistled as he followed Eli into the room. "This is all really great. Tell me something, do you do your own special effects or did you outsource them?"

Of course he'd followed Eli, if only because the man had insulted him. That and curiosity over what could get noted hardcore badass Elijah Craig so worked up. There is was, too, terrified and crying and stumbling toward Elijah. His face instantly hardened. Even if the kid was in on the ruse, using a child for something like this was sick.

"Like I was trying to explain before you rushed off," He said, never taking his eyes off the woman. "Somebody contacted me, probably that bitches boss, and fed me a bunch off bullshit about spaceships and alien abductions. Laid out a whole scenario for us to follow, and mentioned you specifically as someone I should find. Wanted you to be a part of some good old fashion, Red Dawn style terrorist freedom fighters against...what's the stupid name you picked for your aliens? Angarion empire? I'd have thrown a X in there personally. Nothing screams "Aliens" like a X." 

"Point is, we're getting jerked around just like on the beach and can't trust anything Princess Xenu here tells us." He looks at the woman. "So just cut the shit and do whatever it is you're going to. You're not getting any useable data now that someone's figured out your ruse."