As Anthony opened his eyes, he realized he had returned to the island designated for Lieutenant ranked soldiers.
'They're likely trying to extract every last piece of information they can'
He mused silently, shaking his head in quiet amusement.
Without a word, he began making his way toward the building that housed his quarters, each step measured and soundless.
Upon entering his room, he gently shut the door behind him, then casually resumed browsing and chatting online, as if nothing had happened.
A few minutes later, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
With a quiet sigh, Anthony rose from his bed and walked to the door, swinging it open with little urgency.
Standing before him were four familiar figures, Kingsley, Seraphim, Dale, and Reynold.
However, both Dale and Reynold were drenched in sweat, their bodies soaked as though they had been sprinting beneath a merciless sun.
'The interrogation must have taken its toll'
