The people holding the guns were three scruffy, dirty kids who didn’t look any more than ten or eleven years old. Their faces were gaunt and their arms thin. They motioned for both of us to stand up and hold up our arms. It went quiet below. We were then directed down the stairs in a single file.
My eyes moved furtively. There were another twenty kids downstairs, all looking similarly decrepit mostly armed with pistols. The large man was now pointing his machine in their direction. It wasn’t worth making a move.
“Look at what we have here, how did you too get here?”
His stomach bulged over his pants revealing a hairy, sweaty belly. Some of his teeth were missing and his shoulder-length hair looked badly matted. He had a bright red nose and a pock-marked face.
“Well, have you nothing to say for yourselves?”
He pointed his gun at Tabitha and then stroked her breast with it.
“We haven’t seen your kind round here before?”
Tabitha reacted.
“We are with the Resistance. Release us or face the consequences.”
My heart sank. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.
“Oh, you are with the Resistance. That’s more than I could have hoped for. You will fetch good coin!”
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