[DISCLAIMER: Bloody violence and offensive language]
"I'll never talk," grunted the man through clenched teeth, though he hadn't shut up since he regained consciousness. Sweat dripped in beads down his pallid face. He struggled uselessly against the belt tied around his wrists.
"Then get on with it," said Dozer. He swatted the back of the guard's head with a paw the size of a bear's.
Stunned into silence, the sergeant considered each of us separately, pausing longer on Seven, who was studying the edge of a small knife. The air of defiance he tried to project was betrayed by his wide eyes and jittery movements. Scared shitless. Good.
I cleared my throat, making him jump. His dull grey eyes darted to the pulse cannon I aimed at his chest. "I'll take it from your expression right now that you know who we are." I snapped my fingers, drawing his eyes back to my face. "Correct?"
The man turned to Seven, who leered at him, drilling her knife into her palm. His breaths were rapid and shallow.