"What… what are you doing, what are you doing!!"
Carlos's eyes were filled with rage, veins popping on his forehead. He struggled and roared, his voice hoarse and twisted with anger and the effect of stun grenades, "This is a Colombian camp! It's an invasion! I will complain to the Parliament! To the international community…"
An officer stepped forward and slapped him, grabbing his hair, "General Carlos, you are suspected of planning an armed rebellion, attempting to assassinate the President and Cabinet members. The evidence is overwhelming. On behalf of President Armando Benedetto, you will be tried by a Mexican military court. Save your complaints for the judge." He signaled to his men, "Take him away! Be careful, the general needs special care due to his health."
Carlos, like an enraged trapped beast, struggled and cursed in vain, spitting: "Armando! You Mexican dogs! You've ruined this country! You will die a terrible death! My soldiers won't forgive you…"
