"Johnson, bring the detainees to my office."
A crackle of static, then a voice responded.
"Copy that, sir. En route."
The button served as a communication device between the main offices and the dungeon. As such, Johnson, who stood guard over Zorak and Zuri, was contacted by Jorg.
Five minutes later, the doors to Jorg's office opened.
Johnson entered first.
He was a Tier 3 Warrior, broad-shouldered, his expression neutral but alert. His hand rested casually near his waist, where a suppression charm hung from his belt. Behind him walked Zorak and Zuri, neither bound but clearly under guard.
Zorak moved with deliberate slowness, his heavy frame making each step measured. His golden brass knuckles were gone, confiscated. His hands hung loose at his sides, but his eyes swept the room, taking in each figure. He saw Jorg and the three VEB agents standing behind him. He had seen them before, and except for Jorg, who was a threat, no one else could do anything to him.
