After Major Anso had seen Duff, Bezal, and Alo settled in the ship’s sickbay, he called for Trey. “I want you to tear apart every instant of the t*****e video we received. Get me headshots of every single one of the Serefim thugs.”
Trey fixed the major with a stare and drawled, “Okaay.”
“They are criminals,” Anso continued quietly. “We’re detaining all of the torturers and taking them to Realta-Gorm to stand trial.” He narrowed his eyes. “Or maybe we’ll turn them over to the Law and Order Directorate to stand trial on Domhan Siol.”
all “I’ll get on it.” Trey turned and disappeared into the bowels of the ship.
Within an hour he had isolated still photos of fourteen soldiers staffing the prison compound. A half dozen of the images were quite clear and the torturers were easily recognizab
