"I..." Jon knew this man would not accept another denial. She needed to say something... "Jon Merlin," she muttered. In a way, it was the truth.
"Merlin?" the man asked with a sneer. "Merlin is dead! Tell the truth, bitch!" He grabbed Jon's right arm and twisted it sharply.
Jon screamed as she felt her arm snap. Tears flowed down her face and she stared up at the gun pressed against her forehead. "He... he left instructions," she got out. To her great relief, the man lowered the gun.
"Weak little girl," he laughed. "Merlin remains pathetic even dead. Tell me your instructions, girl, and we'll see if we can't retrain you."
"I..." Jon faltered. She had no idea what to say. She didn't know who this man was, or who his Jon Merlin was. It was frankly astonishing that he had known one at all.
