Two guards held Noland Lee up from his left and right, escorting him into Sergeant Pim's tent, and placed him on a chair fitted with shackles.
Noland Lee's wrists and ankles were both secured by metal cuffs.
The electric shock collar around his neck was firmly attached to a magnet on the back of the chair, making it impossible for him to turn his neck.
Sergeant Pim waved his guards away and walked over to his desk, sitting down.
His eyes, hidden behind the lenses of his glasses, showed no emotion as they stared at Noland Lee as if he were a dead man:
"Sin Soldier No. 888, I've looked at your file. Real name, Noland Lee Jarvis; you used to be a History Assistant Teacher at Bowerthain City College. I've heard that you history buffs consider yourselves to be intelligent and keenly intuitive. I suppose you've noticed my disdain for you and that I intentionally target you. But can you guess why? Go on, Sin Soldier 888 - tell me your thoughts."
