Berwick struggled but it wasn't helpful when a cop dragged him upstairs without responding to any question. When he entered a room, he saw a cleaner leave the room with a bucket of red-colored water. The air in the room still had the foul smell of the blood that panicked Berwick.
"Who are you all? Why did you bring me here?" He yelled at them in fear. He was first locked up in the ship, now he was forced to change the uniform, then he was separated from the group and brought here where there was a smell of blood.
How could he stay calm?
Anya turned around at the voice by dropping her hand down that was holding the binoculars. Berwick was staggered at his sight.
"Officer Owen!?" The cop asked what to do with the screaming man.
Anya pointed to the same chair where the tortured sniper was sitting before.
