"I told you guys, I'm Jesús Silva! Unhand me right now!" He shouted for the hundredth time.
But they paid him no mind, even the two holding him down. Questions and orders were busy being shouted over the phone. They couldn't hear anything at how they were but they knew this couldn't have been good.
Sekani was rushed by three officials, one had his knee on his neck. Another held his hand, while the other had a gun on his face.
His name wasn't that great at that moment, he was just a slum rat that got lucky to them. Nobody in this current world knew the Waynworth name. If they did, they'd be treating this man with much more respect than they do the man they answered to.
Sekani, as a part of high society, should have been cursing them out as Silva was doing but he laid there not resisting in the slightest. His father had taught him a lot about the world they lived in, that included how to behave in a situation like this.
