While Ryan slowly recovered in the cold, metal chair of the interrogation room, a heated debate was brewing in the squad's office. Selena, leaning back in her chair with a stormy expression, didn't seem inclined to show their captive any mercy.
"So what now?" one of the squad members asked, breaking the silence.
Selena didn't miss a beat. "I say we fry him up and get everything we can out of him. Then, we chuck him to another squad to deal with. He's a rogue mage, after all." Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of disdain and impatience.
The room went quiet for a moment as her words hung in the air.
