After laying out his intentions, Killian and the others were finally let into the hideout—a sanctuary for mercenaries who used to fight alongside Killian back in his military days.
No tea, no warm welcomes. After laying Anna—still unconscious from the anesthesia—on a stretcher inside the hidden bunker near the apartment building, Killian and the rest found themselves dragged into an intense interrogation.
Under the barrel of loaded guns, they were pressed to spill the truth. If not, a bullet was promised to find its way into their skulls, one after another. It was the kind of interrogation that didn't mess around, heavy on the intimidation. Andrew? The poor guy could only gulp down his fear as he sat there frozen.
“So, what makes you think I’m gonna let you stay?” The old man asked, pla
