The gloom was hard to see through, but the sobbing grew louder as he walked into a room of cages, their metal bars rattling.
A man stepped out of the gloom, his immaculate brown hair glinting in the dim light. Diana was in his arms, the barrel of the gun pressed to her temple. "If you want your daughter to remain alive, please get inside one of the cages and close the door behind you."
The man smirked and cocked his gun, the bullet entering the chamber. "Good. Now we can dispose of her."
He looked up and gave him a brilliant smile. "We have no more use for her. I must say, you walked right into that one. Anything you want to say before she goes?" Diana began to sob and the man's face puckered. "Preferably quickly."
The man smirked and the gun clicked. "Is that really what you want? Your daughter's last view of you is of you furious?"
She watched him with eyes that matched his own as two hands came up behind the man and yanked the gun from his hands. The man looked back in surprise and was swiftly punched in the face by Derrick. Another soldier grabbed Diana as the man fell, and another came up to the cage, working on unlocking it.
