"..."
Inside the Supply Depot at Wasteland Base, which had been moved underground and converted into a prison, David of the Ultramarines was being held in a stasis-field cell.
His power armor had been completely removed, leaving him in only a skintight black undersuit covered in sensor cables. The suit clung tightly to his mountain-like muscles, outlining every muscle, every vein, and every scar left by old wounds with perfect clarity.
Clearly, this Astartes was a powerfully built hunk—and the over-two-meters-tall kind at that!
Unfortunately, no matter how formidable a hunk he was, he was now a prisoner, and one who had practically been stripped naked.
Moreover, his hands were tightly cuffed within the stasis field, which resembled a life-support pod. His legs were fixed in place as well, while soft metal restraints around his ankles bound him firmly inside in a spread-eagle position.
"..."
At this moment, there was no unnecessary expression on his face. He looked utterly calm.
No!
It could not be said that he had no expression at all. Rather... it was a deeper sort of indifference, one that seeped out from his very bones?
Yes, indifference!
As if the cell before him, these shackles, and even the woman in a white officer's uniform striding into the cell from outside were all unworthy of making him move so much as a single facial muscle for even a second?
In any case, he remained inside the cage without moving, his eyes half-closed, as though he were dozing—or perhaps observing everything around him in some way ordinary people could not comprehend?
"..."
That was right. The person who had just entered was none other than the base commander, Gao Lanlan!
She did not interrogate him immediately. Instead, she first tapped open a holographic folder on the table and