Entrance To Hell

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{Inside The Projection} 

"Don't resist, kid; we don't wanna rough you up too much."

Malik didn't need to be told; he knew better than to resist arrest... of course.

No tension was in his muscles, no defiance in his posture. He let the officers get close, let them think he was done. Gave them the illusion of surrender, even tilting his head slightly, seemingly bored.

"Who snitched?"

His question sounded casual like he was talking about the weather.

The lead figure didn't hesitate.

"The slaves you freed."

"...Seriously?"

"I find no reason to lie or joke about this."

A small chuckle left Malik's lips.

He should've known.

The irony was almost poetic.

The people he saved had sealed his fate.

"That so?"

Another Faraja member, a younger one, spoke up: