Austin sneered down at her. "Capture them," he ordered, his voice cold and unfeeling. "Take them back to the organization. They'll answer for their crimes there."
The four burly men moved forward immediately, throwing black sacks over Garvin, Larry, Ethan, and Maya. Without hesitation, they tied their hands and legs tightly, their guns pointed threateningly at the captives' throats. The men then hoisted their captives onto their broad shoulders with effortless strength.
"Let go of me, you motherfuckers!" Maya screamed, her voice sharp and defiant as she thrashed violently in their grip. Her efforts, however, proved fruitless. Garvin, Larry, and Ethan also struggled against their captors, but the men's vice-like grip rendered their attempts useless.
Carried like spoils of war, the four captives continued to shout and struggle, their muffled cries filling the forest. The black sacks over their heads robbed them of sight, amplifying their sense of disorientation and fear.
