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Cerata wrote:

The pilot reached for his gun, but Mulberry seized his wrist and shushed him
Mulberry:”We are outnumbered, dimwit. This isn’t our client either.”

He dropped his own gun from his holster onto the ground and put his hands into the air.

Mulberry:”Only God knows what’s happening.”

The unknown assailants tie both hands and feet, carrying the men to the vehicles as they are gagged and eyes covered.

Then they drive. Drive for hours on end only hearing the vehicles as they make twists and turns, only hearing that of the cars themselves. Then they hear a gate come open and within the minute they are taken away from their seats down many more turns and some stairs.

Then they stop to be put into a chair which they feel cold metal attaching themselves to.

The men are made to sit for what must be a hour or so with none of their sense being simulated and their jaws in aching pain. The pain only begins to relieve when a door is heard to open and the bag over their heads are taken off along with the gag. Though now feeling relief from the pain, it takes a couple minutes to adjust to the light after hours of darkness, but even before then they are asked a question by the same man from before, the one who told them to not resist.

“You are Tacoma Cartel, yes?