It was gruelling labour, Dunston and Slyas reduced to mere muscle, as guards watched them work. Dunston dropped to one knee and coughed up blood.
One of the guards was about to approach him but he was stopped by the Alpha Elite Team SS Commander Harry Balie. "Don't help this scum; He's faking it."
The 8 rods in Dunston's back activated and shocked him, "See he was planning something." The first guy nodded as he yelled for Dunston to get back to work.
Soon the Sigma Elite Team were all gathered in a hangar with an Osprey with a damaged landing gear and there stood Nora. The Sigma Elite Team and the Sigma Remnant Squad, all the Former Remnants of Omega started murmuring in two rows.
"Silence or I will make an example out of you a lot." There was no sound, she started to speak again, "The landing gear of the Osprey is damaged from Alpha's recent mission triumph. Obviously, you know where is heading."
Dunston spoke out, "There may be 50 of us but 50 of us can not lift an Osprey for hours on end, we would at least need our gear."