He swung a long armed lamp around and aimed the light at his captive. The young girls shrunk back from the brightness and flinched. Her dirty clothes and stringy hair told him all he needed to know. She was an exile and therefore not to be above ground. "What did you think you'd accomplish by coming to the surface? What was your mission?"
She continued to look down at her lap and ignore his interrogation. He slammed his palm on the cold metal table, but she remained as she was.
"Scum!" He shouted and gripped her by the front of her rags, "How dare you ignore me when I speak to you!" He pulled his hand back and made to slap the girl when someone behind him grabbed his wrist and kept him from doing so.
"Detective." Said a stern female voice. "Yo...
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