Interrogation

"Take them inside," Vincent ordered as he turned around.

The soldiers wasted no time. With firm grips on Rourke and Sykes, they guided the two mercenaries forward. The group moved in unison, their boots making soft thuds against the concrete of the helipad as they approached the entrance to the headquarters.

The building loomed ahead, and they were quite familiar with the spot of the building they were heading into. It was the town hall of Ferm. The two tilted their heads to the side, exchanging brief, uneasy glances. They recognized the place, but it was different now. The familiar architecture of the town hall, with its classical stone pillars and wide steps leading to the main entrance, was now surrounded by high fences topped with barbed wire.