She had realized long ago that the rules she established for the base applied to her as well.
Therefore, she designated that villa for matters that could not be handled publicly, interrogations, torture, and extracting truths that ordinary procedures could not obtain.
When Annie's mother regained consciousness, it was already too late.
Cold stone walls surrounded her. Iron bars blocked the only exit. A damp, musty smell filled the air.
At first, she screamed hysterically. "I am Annie's mother! You cannot treat me like this!"
Her voice echoed uselessly. Two guards stood before her, their expressions devoid of sympathy.
Very soon, she understood what brutality truly meant.
By the time she realized she should remain silent, she had already revealed everything she knew about the Black Vultures, their hideouts, their members, their plans.
Once she had no more value, she was tossed back into her cell like discarded trash.
