"Very well. Give me a moment..." Opus strode over to the unconscious guard, and pinned him by the neck, slapping him to fully wake him up. "Good morning. We need to know where the hostages are being kept. And I guarantee that you will tell us, preferably right now.." With this, the agent removed a small thread knife from his belt, and thrust it into the rebel's hand, stabbing right through the tendons and muscle. He screamed in agony, while the agent twisted the blade clockwise in the wound, further tearing precious tissue and flesh. The rebel cried out, horrified, as Opus asked again. "The data. Please."