Just like every medicae office he'd ever been in, especially in the Guard.
Beeson wasn't sure why they separated everyone into individual cells, maybe it was to keep them from talking to each other, maybe it was to see if any of them would crack.
The door to his cell opened up. Outside were two large, oddly shaped figures and a smaller, frailer looking figure standing between them. For reasons he was unable to determine, Beeson was more disturbed by the smaller of the three.
"So why are you here Mr. Smythe?" whispered the smaller man.
"Uh, I don't know who Smythe is, my name is Beeson. Jared Beeson."
"Is that so, I must be confused. So you are here Mr. Sm-Beeson, to join the Dragon, is that correct?"
'Y-yes sir. I want to be part of the change. I was told that you, uh, or the 'dragon' were going to change things. That we wouldn't have to live like we do, in the slums, worked to death...unappreciated. I was told that the 'Dragon' was going to change everything. I want to be a part of that."
"I see. So you want to...fight against your rulers, Mr. Beeson? You came here to give the Dragon something?"
Beeson replied, "Yes sir."
As soon as Beeson lay on the metal table, the surface seemed to come alive. Thin metal tentacles wrapped themselves around his arms, waist, and ankles pinning him to the table. Beeson began to struggle against his restraints, but he could not move them.
"So, Mr. Smythe, would you like to answer my questions now? Hmm?"
Visibly frightened, Beeson nearly shouted, "I-I told you my name is Beeson. Jared Beeson, I don't know who this Smythe person is. I swear on the Emperor that is my name!"
"Oh really. Would this be the same Emperor that you are proposing to overthrow? Is that the Emperor you are referring to?"
More agitated, Beeson shouted, 'No-Yes, yes, that Emperor. I am here to help you. To get rid of the Imperium, to be part of the Dragon. Please, what are you doing to me?"
"And become part of the Dragon you shall. I must say that the inquisition certainly is persistent, I will give them credit for that. Unfortunately, their usual methods aren't going to work here. You see, the Dragon knows all, the Dragon sees all, the Dragon is everything Mr. Smythe. Everything and everywhere. The Dragon knows who you are."
"Now it is time for you to join the Dragon."
Beeson screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?"
Pulling out a small, chittering flash of silver from beneath his robes, he replied, "It's quite simple really. In order for you to join the Dragon, first the Dragon must join you."
Placing the scarab on the small of Smythe's back, he said, "I want you to know that we didn't have to strip off your shirt, that's more theatrics than anything. Also, I place the blessing lower on the back of infiltrators so that you'll have a few more seconds while you are still able, to think about your...gift."
The slight figure turned and shuffled towards the door while Smythe began to scream.