A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the facility, reverberating off the cold concrete walls as the steel pole struck its target outside. Ethan surveyed the remaining captives with a cold stare.
"Do you understand now? I am not playing games, and I do not exaggerate," Ethan said.
The room fell into a suffocating silence. The women, in particular, trembled with a dark fear, looking at the fifty armed men and imagining a fate worse than death.
Suddenly, a young man stood up. He wasn't a mountain of muscle like the genetic soldiers, but he moved with a strange, calm dignity.
"I am the personnel manager. Everything that happens here is my responsibility. Please, release the others. I am the one you are looking for. I don't know what harm we have done to you, but I am certain your vengeance is against me, not them. I beg of you," the man said.
