Nightmare on Shetland

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Reks stepped into the "room" , which was literaly a dark hole on the service deck of the ship. As usually, he was rubbing his right fist and smiling sadistically.

-So we're going to do this the hard way huh? My pleasure. Let's do it like this ... I'll as a question, and you'll have 5 seconds to answer. If I don't like the answer, I'll knock a tooth of yours out. Sooner or later, you'll either talk or you run out ot teeth.
-You shall not intimidate us.
-Oh, I'm gonna love this...

With that, Tyler struck with a huge right blow, knocking the rather strange talking captives head to the left.

-You will not survive the reckogning.

Reks awarded that sentence with a left hook, causeing his boxing bags mouth to faintly bleed.

-You .. no fear ... gathering ... burn.

A strange purpleish glow appeared in the eyes of the now beaten up detainee, then he passed out. Reks stood there for a moment, frozen by what he just saw. Not cause he didn't know or couldn't take what he just so. It was exactly the opposite. He was entirely sure what he saw was a sight he never dreamed nor wanted to see.

-Director, I think we have a problem here. Did you by any chance found anything strange in the guys pockets ? Oh, and I think you should call someone ... ghost busters or something, before things start to get real ugly real fast.