38 - Interrogation - 2

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Grigor was waiting for me in the basement, the nicer term for what this was. We had another holding cell outside the packhouse, but I liked to know where my special prisoners were.

“Where’s Holton?” I asked, taking off my suit and changing into a white shirt and pants. I found it helped when the prisoners could see how much blood and gore they were spilling on me.

“Glaring at the prisone