The soldiers of that unit grabbed him without any gentleness, each one taking a limb. They hauled the burned body out of the shop and carried it back toward the convoy with efficient speed. No medical attention was administered. No attempt was made to treat his injuries or make him comfortable.
They brought the charred body to the back of a large military transport truck that was following behind the tanks. The canvas covering was pulled aside, and they threw the young man inside like he was a piece of cargo. He landed with a dull thump on the metal floor.
Inside the truck, there were already other bodies. Dozens of them. Some burned, some torn apart, some relatively intact. All of them were young people, teenagers and young adults. All of them had been killed or captured by the military convoy.
It turned out the convoy wasn't truly hunting radiants at all. That was just a cover, a convenient excuse that allowed them to move through the city without suspicion.
