(Underground Cells)
10:28 PM
At this time of night, hollow sounds and screeching cries sang their way through the tunnels. The place was meant for torture, and torture it brought for its inhabitants. Often, two kinds of laughter broke the norm: that of prisoners who went mad from hanging between life and death, and that of assailants who took pleasure in hearing them choke into tears.
Labin and Murad had the night shift. Tonight they were interrogating spies who had infiltrated their southern unit troops.
"What happened to that black goat you took from the camp?" Labin set down the pliers for something more dramatic. "Did you send her back to the States?"
"Only the General knows what has become of her." Murad folded his arms, watching the show. He took little pleasure in seeing people
