The two Coalition officers picked up the woman by her arms, letting her legs drag across the floor. Every once in a while she'd attempt to stand, but her legs would give out. The squeaking of her boots on the floor the only sound heard as she was being taken down a corridor. Several bystanders saw the scene, some were quick to look away, others had a look of pity, while a few grinned, knowing what was about to happen.
The two men entered a large room, what should logically be a cargo bay. However, this was no ordinary cargo bay. Blood was caked on to the floor. Torn pieces of clothing littered the room, and it was quiet. Quiet to the point where it seemed like the vaccuum of space was inside.
The recruit was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, and Ethan removed the bag from her head. He leaned over her, and began to speak.
"You know, all you had to do was be honest. Four days without cardamine, and you'd be retching on the floor, losing your mind as your body was being denied what it needs to survive. Quite frankly if I didn't know any better I'd say you had a pair for coming with that story. I was nothing better, a common gun runner. But you know the difference? I didn't lie."
He straightened himself out, readjusted his uniform and looked at his comrade with the gun.
