The interrogation room was a cold, damp room located in the basement. Just four bare walls behind a thick, steel, door.
The man who had been captured was in his mid-thirties. He had a broad face, thick nose and short, dark, hair. Judging by the condition of his face, he had been beaten up badly by the guards, before being brought down here.
He was now seated on a steel chair in the middle of the room with his hands cuffed from behind. Standing right in front of him was Ziv.
Leaning against the wall in the corner was Charles. His face was shrouded by shadows, yet the tone of his voice could not hide his intentions.
“Who sent you here?”
The man refused to speak so Charles made a gesture to Ziv who landed a punch on the detainees face. The loud smacking sound vertebrate on the cold walls
