Speaking out as Martese he said, 'Expose the government.'

Helena spoke immediately, “Do not question him on that Meyer. Do that and I will personally see to it that you end up in prison. Who was his contact?”

Meyer repeated the question in the fake Mastermind image and switched back to the library.

“What were they using the research for?” Meyer asked.

“A method to weaponise alternate powers,” Martese said.

Martese wasn't lying. Unbeknownst to him, Meyer had returned the pressure for him to only answer truthfully. What he said had far reaching consequences, Helena had gone too far. In the original accordance, it was agreed that humans would not engage in experiments on alternates, even if the participants agreed.

“Does Wade know?”

“Of course he does, who do you think has been helping them design it? The research came straight from the Inquisition itself.”

“Who was your government contact?”

Martese answered before he realised the truth field was back up. The game was up, he now knew he wasn't fully in control, but Meyer had the answer to the next of his questions. He repeated the answer to Helena, 'Nigel Elmore,' speaking as Martese.

“You lied to me,” Martese said.

“If what you say is true, then this information needs to be disclosed through the proper channels. Revealing our world to humans would be death to all of us, you know that surely?” Meyer said.

“They will kill him.”

“I know.”

Helena spoke again, “Last question Meyer, who does he work for?”

Meyer flittered back to Martese. He needed more time, although he couldn't keep this up much longer, his energy was plummeting by the second.

“Where can I find the proof?” Meyer said.

“He was bringing us evidence and now he will be dead before we are finished here. You have destroyed all of our work,” Martese said.

“Who else knows? Who can I go to?”

“Nigel works for the Department, they will kill him for sure. I cannot trust you.”

“I can make sure the evidence gets to the right people, we can expose this properly. I will warn him.”

Meyer opened his power so that his consciousness spread out as far as it could, the echo of a name whispered in the wind.

Nigel Elmore.

It took a few moments, but Meyer felt a twinge as the thought, that name, resonated in its owners mind. Meyer used the tenuous link to send out a warning, although it almost killed him to do so.

“Your secret is exposed, they are coming for you. Run.”

“Now tell me the name of who you work for,” Meyer said.

“No,” Martese said.

“You are a dead man, but if I don't get answers for Helena, I can't promise she won't drag your family into this.”

“My family?”

“They already know everything about them, she could destroy their lives in a heartbeat. Pablo, I have to ask one last question for their sake, who do you work for?”

Meyer was desperate for time. He had started to feel nauseous, which meant his normal power reserves were gone and soon both of the images he had created would collapse.

“I can't,” Martese said.

“Your children, for Christ’s sake think of them,” Meyer said.

Martese paused, deciding if he could trust Meyer.