Jace
“Guards, arrest these men and place them in a holding cell until I decide what to do with them. All apart from Captain Apollo, who will remain here until we have access to his ship,” the president ordered.
Guards rushed forward and roughly handcuffed their hands behind their backs, before leading Jace’s companions away. Jace was left standing in front of his chair, his arms secured tightly behind his back and a soldier beside him with a gun pointed at his head.
The president rounded the table to stand right in front of Jace, “I am disappointed in you, Captain Apollo,” he said, shaking his head. “You were my best officer. After this mission, you were down to be promoted. Now you will be unlikely to have your freedom, let alone a commission.”
Holding his head up high, Jace looke
