"No—you don't understand—"
"Stop!" he shouted.
He turned around, frantic at the sounds that were gathering behind him. He saw the figures coming towards them.
When the hands closed around him, he went limp and silent, and allowed himself to be led away.
The tribunal took action quickly.
The guards, with their rifles firm against their chests, looked at him with neither hate nor animosity.
The judges were less dispassionate.
"Lieutenant Bolgar?"
He stared over their heads.
"Janice Damon?"