*Dawon's POV*
As soon as Harper was out of earshot, I turned to glare back at my men, responsible for Tyler's wounds.
"Explain yourselves. Now." I demanded in a short, serious tone.
"He was trying to escape, sir" Lance responded defensively.
"Yeah, as soon as we got him out of the van, he started to run, so I tackled him to the ground. Then we tried walking him here, but he refused to cooperate, so I just threw him over my shoulder and carried him the rest of the way. That was it, I swear."
"So then he got his cuts and bruises from falling then?" I asked, clarifying.
"Yes, sir" Reid responded for both of them as they collectively nodded.
"If you were having that much trouble, you should have notified me" I said, wagging a finger in their direction, showing my irritation.
"We're so
