Nano Snippet 5
Tactical necessity:
A pair of stinging slaps brought Interrogation Services Officer Second Class Delfan Rorick back to consciousness. Bright spots danced in his field of vision while a dreadful throbbing pressure filled his head and made his ears ache. When he tried to move, he discovered that his hands and feet were bound and his back rested against something unyielding and metallic. On top of that the smell of something rotten or dead was making his stomach clench and churn as if it were holding food up instead of down. He blinked and tried to see past the dancing motes into the dim darkness that appeared to be lit by a pair of orange flames.
A pair of stinging slaps brought Interrogation Services Officer Second Class Delfan Rorick back to consciousness. Bright spots danced in his field of vision while a dreadful throbbing pressure filled his head and made his ears ache. When he tried to move, he discovered that his hands and feet were bound and his back rested against something unyielding and metallic. On top of that the smell of something rotten or dead was making his stomach clench and churn as if it were holding food up instead of down. He blinked and tried to see past the dancing motes into the dim darkness that appeared to be lit by a pair of orange flames.