Gareth Quinn, since you refuse to speak and won't confirm your compliance with the Council's decision, your silence will be recorded as active resistance." Ambrose's voice cut through the stillness of the refectory like a blade drawn from its sheath. He didn't wait for a response. "I am now carrying out enforcement action in accordance with my superior's directive."
Before Quinn could so much as draw a full breath, Ambrose closed the distance between them in a single stride. His hand clamped around Quinn's upper arm with an iron grip, and in one fluid motion he wrenched the older man's wrist behind his back. Quinn's body folded forward involuntarily, his head dropping toward his chest as Ambrose's other palm pressed firmly against the nape of his neck, locking him into place.
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