“UGH, why won’t you just tell me where you hire your mercenaries from? Is that so damn hard?” Melissa said as she hit the Gryalth again.

“Mel, come on, not so hard, please. I know you can heal his bruises away, but let’s not get too far into the business of torture.” Gus begged. This has been going on for nearly an hour, and so far, they hadn’t received a single answer.

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Harold coughed. “Can I see you both in the hall for a moment?” He said after the interruption.

To Gus’s shock, Melissa was the first one out of the door. “Why are we stopping?” She said.

“Because this isn’t going to work. You aren’t trained in interrogation, and you won’t cross the lines needed. I am, and will.” Harold answered.