Fireteam Glory Part 8
"So," the man spoke in a gravely tone, "Pvt. Larry Richards, that's what your tags said at least, we're going to have a little talk." Larry sighed, "I'm only giving you my name, rank, and serial number." "And since you already have my rank and name, my serial number is-" *WHAM* The man struck Larry across the face, hard. Larry recoiled, he had been hit plenty of times. Bar fights, a few issues during training. But he had never been hit this hard. His vision went out again for a split second before coming back. His jaw ached. The man spoke again, "I said we are going to talk." The man had a scowl on his face. Larry spoke again, "My serial num-" *WHAM* Another strike across the face. Vision blacked out again. This time, Larry tasted blood in his mouth. The man looked even angrier now. "You are going talk," the man said, "I don't care how many times I have to hit you." Larry groaned and said, "My serial number is-" The man raised his fist to hit him again, but stopped when a soldier came in. "General," the soldier said, "You are needed in the command center." The man sighed, "Alright, take this one out to the other. And keep an eye on them!" The "General" left the room. And Larry was taken out of the room by two guards.