[ WP ] You 're a scientist working for the government . You encounter a secret spaceship that the government hid away . You 're informed that no one knows how to take it apart or even open it . You touch the door of the spaceship , and suddenly it opens .

The room was unsurprisingly spartan. Bare concrete walls, a large mirror on one. No doubt two way. There were no windows and just a single strip of fluorescent lighting above me. I was sat on a plain metal chair at an equally plain metal desk in the centre of the room. My hands and feet were in chains, with the chains handcuffed to a rail that protruded from the side of the table. The hum of the air conditioning was the only ambient sound I was aware of. Apart from my heartbeat. 
 
 I was n't sure how long I'd been there. A couple of hours maybe? Time was n't going to help me now. It would be used as a weapon against me. I had to prepare my mind for the inevitable onslaught. 
 
 Eventually the door opened. I caught a glimpse of the corridor beyond the two men who walked in. It was dark, but I could see at least one armed guard stationed outside the room. 
 
 The first man was tall, maybe six two. He was balding and wore a ruddy complexion. He was tightly packed into an unremarkable and ill fitting suit. As he approached the table I could see the top band of his trousers had folded over under the pressure of his paunch. His shirt was struggling to stay inside his trousers. He grabbed one of the metal chairs opposite me with a bloated hand and pulled it out far enough to accommodate his bulk. His face could n't hide the discomfort as the chair legs scraped against the concrete floor. He finally flopped himself down with an involuntary expulsion of air from his lungs. He looked at me for a moment, then moved his gaze towards the second man. 
 
 The second man was about five ten, thinner and looked healthier. His hair was closely cropped and he had a neatly trimmed beard. His suit was well tailored and he wore a waistcoat as part of the ensemble. He fixed me with a cold stare as he grabbed the remaining chair. He effortlessly lifted it without scraping the floor and positioned it some distance from the table. He sat down, crossed one leg over the other and took a small pencil and notebook from an inside jacket pocket. He never took his eyes off me. 
 
 Once the second man was seated, the first man turned to me. 
 
 `` I need to confirm some details....'' He started. I interrupted him. 
 
 `` Where am I and why am I in chains?'' I asked. 
 
 Both men just stared at me and said nothing. 
 
 `` I'm happy to cooperate in any way I can, but I really have no idea what happened. You know as much as I do.'' I continued. 
 
 The second man looked down briefly and wrote something on his notepad. 
 
 `` Can I contact someone?'' I asked. 
 
 No answer, just more blank stares. After a few moments of silence, the first man began again. 
 
 `` I need to confirm some details. Please cooperate with our requests fully and to the best of your knowledge.'' 
 
 I did n't respond and bowed my head. 
 
 `` What is your name?'' The first man continued. 
 
 I looked up. 
 
 `` You know my name. I'm employed by the US Government for god's sake.'' 
 
 `` Please confirm your name.'' The first man insisted. 
 
 `` Professor Noah Tempest.'' 
 
 `` What is your date of birth?'' 
 
 `` Twenty second of February, thirty one.'' 
 
 `` What is your place of birth?'' 
 
 `` Mars Colony Three.'' 
 
 
 To be continued......... 
 

