#Chapter 87 Protect
I turned back to the building and walked inside. There were piles of guns and several long tables that smelled of silver and gun powder. There were a lot of pieces on the table and a long line of men in shackles standing by the tables. From the looks of things, they were being forced to assemble more weapons.
I walked towards a table to look at the pieces then at the men. They were all too young to be considered men. They looked to be teenagers at most with scared gazes, backing away from me as far as their shackles would allow.
“Lock down this place and get these teenagers out of their shackles and to a safe house for now. We’ll get them back to the other side of the border as soon as it’s safe.”
One of my subordinates came up beside me, “How many guns do you think are here?”