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(Hours later)

"Poxy, craven, Light-wielding- (gack)"

"Hold your tounge, four-armed ruffian."

Sauron strode into the chamber that the Guardians now occupied, holding a Fallen Vandal by the neck. Part of its helmet's crest was torn off and let off blue sparks. The other two Exo followed, closing the portable blast door that led to the outside passages of the cave

"Hey, Scythe! We got one! Are the restraints set up?"

The Hunter popped his head out from one of the larger alcoves of the cave.

"Yeah, it's up here."

Sauron locked the now floridly-cursing Vandal into a series of manacles attached to a steel folding chair, which was itself bolted to the cave floor. Sauron sat down himself, opened a grey file folder, and began to speak as Scythe recorded the interrogation.

"For our records state thou thus: your House, your Title, and your name."

The Vandal chittered out a response.

"Light-wielding scum! My bretheren shall free me, and then upon your knees you shall yet fall! And, I, Karak, Mason of the Hurricane, shall be end of-

-CRACK-

Before the Fallen could continue, Sauron removed his gloves and struck the Vandal full in the face with his spiked knuckles.

'"Our question was not such, thou pirate. Answer as I ask or your days shall echo with the like of my first blow."

Sauron turned to Scythe.

"Watch him, but don't say anything. I'll be back momentarily."

The Titan strode out of the room, to return clad in a olive-green pilot's jumpsuit and combat boots in replacement for his armor.

"Sorry. Didn't want to get my clean stuff dirty, seeing how we're going to have to apply the old-school methods."

The Titan returned to his seat as the Vandal, Karak, glared defiantly at him.

"Thou jesting monkey, thou. You think the spears of your words bring fear? That the clubs of your hands shall freeze my heart? You are truly a fool if thou thinkst thus."

Sauron leaned forward, a dataslate in his hand. He turned the sceen towards the Fallen as encrypted Fallen communiques, rendered in long lines of numeric code.

"The numbers, oh "Mason." What meanst these?"