"All right, all right!" the man began, anger flaring within his black eyes. "Probably about twenty."
Derek nodded his approval then began again, calmly, slowly. "Good. Now, what do you want with the school?"
The man said nothing, but his olive skin grew a bit pale.
Derek took a deep breath. "I'm only going to ask you one more time. Got it?"
The man nodded.
"What are you using the school for?"
"For a concentration camp," the man answered unwillingly.
Derek nodded, and then walked away, thinking.
"When are they going to bring in the prisoners?" Scott asked, still pointing the rifle at the insurgent.
Silence.
"I said," Scott growled, rapidly approaching the man, "when are they bringing in the prisoners?"
Trevor immediately pulled the man's head back again.
"Tomorrow."
Derek thou
