Pam inhales sharply and swallows, every ounce of her wanting to say something, to do something, but she can't.
Ginger's hysterical scream, however, says it all.
Nan aims a look at her.
"Shut her up," she snaps at Pam.
Then she turns to the other V-Feds, with a wordless nod toward Eric.
With the one man still holding the silver to him, two others grab him under the arms and haul him up onto a chair. They stand on either side of him, their rifles pointed down, but ready to use.
Nan stands in front of Eric.
"Not that I want to, but I can make it a lot easier on you if you agree to answer a few questions. The main one being, where's the Magister?"
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Pam inhales sharply and swallows, every ounce of her wanting to say something, to do something, but she can't.
Ginger's hysterical scream, however, says it all.
Nan aims a look at her.
"Shut her up," she snaps at Pam.
Then she turns to the other V-Feds, with a wordless nod toward Eric.
With the one man still holding the silver to him, two others grab him under the arms and haul him up onto a chair. They stand on either side of him, their rifles pointed down, but ready to use.
Nan stands in front of Eric.
"Not that I want to, but I can make it a lot easier on you if you agree to answer a few questions. The main one being, where's the Magister?"