"PERHAPS, YOU THINK I'M JOKING, RIGHT?" Mrs. Charlotte snapped, her pistol pointed towards Scott's head, and her finger placed on the trigger, ready to shoot. Scott swallowed hard after catching sight of the gun aimed towards his head, and his heart pounding. He knew if the Special force should find out about the part he played in Sergeant Barry's death he would be in big trouble that even his resources back home will be rendered useless. So he had to keep denying no matter how much they torture or threaten him."Why will I lie to you? What would I benefit from lying? I won't be so stupid do anything that will get my name written in the special force's black book. After all, I'm a nobody. I'm a worthless cleaner, why then will I get involved in such a thing you are accusing me of?" Scott bellowed solemnly with blood trickling down his mouth and his eyes barely opened. "Stop lying to me, Scott, because I'm not buying it. Tell me your part in all these or I'm going go pull this trig
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