This guy's just a member of the Blue Suns, and not even a particularly high-ranked one at that, but he's still one of them. They don't know what his deal is, or what he might be capable of. So they'd dragged him in unceremoniously, stripping him of all weapons and armor and throwing him to rot in a dark room for a day or two. Let him sweat, let him think real hard about what his cooperation might mean.

It hasn't quite been two days when a couple of their armed guys drag him none too gently into an interrogation room. They keep him blindfolded, even as they strap him down to the chair. One of them checks his restraints twice. He might only be human, but he's a big enough guy that they don't want to take any chances.

The only indication to Wash that the door has closed is the quiet click and rustle of the lock, and there are three operatives in the room now, two standing neatly behind Wash, one before him, hands neatly folded behind her back.

"I'm sure you're wondering who we are and why you're here. Well, tough shit. I'm not here to answer your questions. You're here to answer mine. So you tell me what I want to know, and we'll let you walk out of here."