Before Charlie could finish, he was subdued by two soldiers. None of them struggled…
Barron nodded satisfactorily. He took them all in with his eyes and laughed smugly. "Don't worry, Charlie, I will not kill them as long as you're willing to cooperate."
Charlie knew Barron had him then, he would have to talk.
Barron didn't waste any more time and ordered, "Lock them all up and watch over them carefully. Don't hesitate to rough them up if they dare act defiant! Bring Charlie away with me!"
"Yes, sir!" The soldiers answered.
"Barron, where are you taking Charlie?" Sam demanded. The answer he got from Barron was a punch to the face. The punch almost broke Sam's teeth; he spat out blood.
Barron stared at him like a scorpion. "Who are you to demand anything from me? One more word out of you and your people die!"
