The special operations team put a black bag over Hindmarsh’s head and began to collect whatever documents, discs or other intelligence data they could that was in his condo. A passenger transport appeared on the side and he was hauled into it along with the rest of the special operations team. Outside, two unknown, dark gray/black fighters engaged a squadron of Liberty Navy Defenders while the passenger ship escaped out of Planet Los Angeles.
In the ship, the special operations team began to shift through the intel on the Nighthawk program. They knew about the stealth fighter, there’s no other reason for them to come after him. Hindmarsh didn’t care much for the new dictatorship running Liberty. These guys were probably trying to restore the democracy that existed before it, or stealth technology amid the chaos. After several hours of reviewing the documents and discs, videos and photographs and voice recordings that were in Hindmarsh’s Condo, the special operations team took off the black bag over his head, and removed their balaclavas too.
“You know you’re f***ing lucky to be alive. Considering you started a f***ing war with the other houses, you’re lucky you’re useful enough to live.”
“They were blackmailing me you son of a c*ck-bite.” Hindmarsh bit back.
“Oh, you mean like all those people you blackmailed, drove to suicide and bribed?!”
His imprisoner began to punch him in the face repeatedly, he punched faster and harder after each hit.
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