Stryfe bent down on one knee. 'I wan't to know about your work. I want to know everything you know about weaponised technology.' He smirked. 'If you tell me willingly, I won't have to hurt you.' The emotions were creeping up on him. He could feel the readying strike of guilt and sadness, he had to get this done fast, otherwise he might just buckle. If he did, his boss would be furious.