Trauma bonding [2]

"Did you manage to find anything?" 

A stern man with greasy hair and a round belly greeted Javier by the end of the main hall of the inner area of the bunker. He was the main secretary of one of the Post Leaders stationed at the bunker. 

To be precise, he was the secretary of the Black Hound Guild. 

"No, nothing yet." 

Javier answered while taking off his gloves. Turning back to stare at the door that led to the room where the cadet was currently detained, he pursed his lips. 

".....I tried using a little bit of force, but he didn't budge once." 

"Then clearly, you haven't used enough force." 

"I don't know about that." 

Recalling what he had done, Javier pursed his lips. To him, he had certainly used a lot of force. 

Despite that, the cadet didn't react. 

Perhaps the method he had used was the wrong one. 

"Do we have any information on the cadet? Something that I can use perhaps?" 

"Information?"