“I don’t think either of us believe that, Siegfried,” Max said, cocking his eyebrow. He was attempting to instill some kind of intimidating superiority, but that is difficult to achieve when one is chained to a metal table. He sighed, annoyed that he had been captured by KAOS. If only he hadn’t slipped on a fish that had escaped from an overturned barrel. At least he was sitting down this time around. “You know that Control is going to show up any moment to foil your plot. I’ll have you know that we have technology so advanced that Control knows where I am at every moment no matter what, would you believe it, every moment.”