*Zac*
I walk into the interrogation room where our new friend Hamid is chained to the table. Amir is already waiting in there, leaning on the wall.
“Do you know what the best thing is about being cattle prodded, besides gaining a new empathy for cows in general ?” I ask Hamid. They leave a rather distinctive burn, unique. It is like a fingerprint”. I pull up my shirt, showing off the burn on my stomach. “A perfect match for those on my two decapitated bodies”.
“Oh you hit the jackpot”. Amir says. “Double up on murder, maximum security if not the Institute for criminally insane”.
Hamid curses quite colourful in Arabic.
“Hamid my friend, is that a way to talk to old colleagues ? There is no shame in being a starter gang”. I point to myself. “I was in one in middle School, we had little
