Interwoven ✔️

55~ An Interrogation

[Krystal's POV]
"Please! There's two Outworlders out there and they're going to—"

The trainee wailing at the two Purist guards in the doorway was cut off abruptly as another trainee shoved him mercilessly to the ground. "Shut up!"

"Stop that." The trainee that had done the shoving froze like a deer in headlights when the girl guard trained her gun in his direction. She turned back to the other trainee trembling on the ground. "Keep talking."

The traitorous trainee glanced up and around his companions, who were all looking down with glowering fury in their eyes.

"She said, keep talking!" The second guard now pointed his gun on the cowering trainee. "You made a racket to get us to come. Now quit wasting our time and talk!"

The trainee swallowed hard. "There's two Outworlders who managed to sneak in. They're going to try and free the others!"

Krystal sneered with the rest of the trainees in disgust.

"Should we believe them?" The girl, whom Krystal was closest to, lowered her gun and turned to her companion.

Her companion's gun was still positioned on the trainee shaking on the ground.

"Only one way to tell—"

Krystal flinched and looked away the loud crack of the gun followed by the agonized scream. The trainees around her tensed.

"Are you telling the truth?" The guy demanded to the trainee on the ground, who now had a hole torn right through his leg.

"Yes!" The trainee managed to scream, sobs choking through his voice. "Yes, I'm telling the truth!"

The male Reformist finally lowered his gun. "We should warn—"

There. All the trainees all surged as one at the guards. Krystal reached the girl first and tackled her to the ground.

Krystal easily disabled the surprised girl. However with her injured leg, when the Reformist lashed back, Krystal was easily thrown off.

She bit back a squeal of pain. By the time she rolled to her feet, though, other trainees had taken her place disabling the girl Purist. Soon both white-uniformed people were pinned to the ground with their own rifles now jabbed at their heads.

"Traitors!" The male Reformist snarled at the trainees. "All of you would seriously go to such lengths to defend the very creatures who invaded our planet?!"

"Old arguments," a trainee— Krystal vaguely recalled his name was Felix— snapped. Felix was one of the two trainees holding a gun to the Reformist's head. "Save your breath. We don't need to hear any more bullshit from your mouths."

"You—" The male began only to fall silent as soon as he'd started.

Felix had pressed the hard muzzle of the gun into the back of the head. His already deep voice lowered an octave more. He hadn't come to play around. "I said, shut up."

"You should shoot him in the leg," a trainee sneered venomously. "Just like they did to Sam!"

So that was the name of the trainee who'd been willing to put his life on the line to act as a traitor and summon the Reformists.

"Oh I will." Felix's grin was freezing cold. "I'll put it through both their legs. Unless of course, they're willing to talk."

The two Purists had fallen silent, their eyes wary as they finally sensed the brewing storm of hate circling the trainees. Hate for all the Reformists had done. Hate for the needless blood spilled from their hands. The two finally began to sense just how gravely in danger they were in.