“Minions, put these intruders in the cage!”
A large cheer went up behind us. I felt a gun sharply pressing into my back forcing me to the rear of the room and into a large cage with black metal bars. I heard a large clinking sound just after the door slammed behind me. I quickly turned around to see that Tabitha was by my side.
The youngsters piled up against the bar, their eyes wide open gaping at us like we were some type of weird exotic animals. They just stared without fear or understanding.
“Get away from them! Pretend they are not there,” the large man bellowed.
Gradually, they averted their gaze away from us and back to him.
“You are not to messing with them. They are now valuable cargo and to be treated as such.”
When one of the younger ones fleetingly looked back at us, his face grew read and he hit him a thump reducing the young boy to tears.
Tabitha shuddered.
They were as much his prisoners as we were.
He then started giving them instructions on what goods they needed to bring where and when. They listened carefully. It was a mixture of weapons, drugs, and key parts needed for space infrastructure. Then after an hour or two they dispersed and went back to their duties.
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