CHAPTER 402876 Terran Expedition: Australia
The Nosferan was brought in wearing shackles on his hands and ankles. The short chain prevented him from spreading his wings and was connected by another chain to the ankle chain. It wasn’t something that they had on hand in the stores, but Brock had ordered it printed. Actual chains, with links. It was primitive, but effective, and heavy. He wanted it to not only secure the prisoner but weigh him down.
The two security officers left the Nosferan standing in front of the plain metal table where Brock sat with Ben. The xenolinguist turned on the session recorder and looked expectantly at Brock.
“Well, you were going to take this one?”
Brock ignored the man and focused on the Nosferan. The alien squinted, looking at them through narrowed lids.
