Joe Ga arrived at the barn and found the atmosphere rather eerie...
The four Russians captured yesterday—three men and one woman—were now sitting obediently on the floor in a corner of the barn.
Their bodies bore no bonds such as ropes, yet their mental state seemed particularly poor, as if under the influence of some drug.
The woman was better off, but the three men sat there, heads swaying left and right, chasing something in the air; they looked as if they were under the influence of hallucinogens.
Thompson was sitting on a worn-out chair, flipping through a stack of documents. His frequently furrowed brows suggested he was not particularly satisfied with what he was finding.
Joe Ga walked over and patted Thompson on the shoulder, smiling as he asked, "What's wrong? No leads?"
