The man gave a sigh at the instructions, it would complicated matters further but this was not an enemy he needed, nor wanted. He brought his chin closer to his chest in a half nod to acknowledge that he had heard.

The soldiers came, hefting him roughly to his feet with little care how they twisted his injured arm. His eyes narrowed at the pain, but not another motion betrayed him as he was brought to his feet and hands restrained behind his back while he stared at Von Hammer. He provided only enough resistance to the prod of a gun to keep the soldiers ready, but was otherwise obedient to their every shove and unnecessary push of a muzzle as he was force-marched toward a truck meant to carry him to his prison.