Interrogation resumes

You shiver as you regain consciousness. It takes a while for you to get orientated and you find that you're no longer sitting and bound to a table. For a second, you think you're standing, until you realize your feet aren't touching the ground. The hard surface pressed up against your back suggests that you're bound to a wall, although this time it's not just by your wrist. Your ankles are held down against the wall as well, and when you try to look around at your surroundings, you find that you have limited mobility of your neck too. You can't see it, but you can see a metallic collar around your neck.

You're in a plain room, although that might be an understatement. All the walls and the ceiling and the floor are white and there's nothing else in the room apart from you as far as you can tell. The walls are so white that you even have a little difficulty seeing where the walls end and the floor begins. The air conditioning is blasting and it's chilly, although it takes you a while more to realize that your clothes have been removed from your body. You wiggle the fingers on your right hand and you feel some comfort that they're still attached to you. The magic rings are still there too, even though you have no way of activating them at this moment. You'll just have to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

"Hello?!" you shout. Nobody answers. You can't see any doors or windows in the room and you wonder if the exit is on the wall you're on. You might be able to answer that question yourself if you were able to turn your head, but you're stuck facing forward.

"Hello?!" you shout again. Again, there's no response, so you decide to conserve your energy and just shut up and wait. After all, there's really nothing you can do at this point.

You're not sure how much time passes, when you hear a click in front of you. You blink, straining your eyes to try to see what's going on. It turns out there was a door right in front of you all this time and it was well camouflaged into the wall. It opens inwards and 3 people enter. The first person is a tall man you've never seen before. The 2 people following shoulder to shoulder behind him are the woman in red and the man in blue. The hallway beyond them outside the room is dark and you soon lose sight of it when the man in blue closes the door behind him. The 2 people you've already met stand by the far wall while the new person walks up to you, stopping about 5 feet away. If it weren't for the fact that you're a prisoner, you'd feel more awkward about being naked and having this man standing so close to you. Luckily, you don't have a boner, although you realize it was a mistake to even think about your cock right now and you quickly try to focus on the current situation, hoping that you haven't accidentally triggered an erection.

The man in front of you, like his companions, is only dressed in one color. His color is black. Black shirt, black pants, black leather trench coat, and even black sunglasses. He looks like an older version of Neo from the Matrix movies.

"Are you the chief?" you ask.

"I am," the man in black answers crisply. He has a European accent, although you're not familiar enough to place where exactly in Europe he's from.