"Wake up, shit bastards."
The cold water splashing on them, followed by buckets hitting them squarely in the face, woke Trud and five of his henchmen.
Still restrained—hands and feet tied, mouths sealed with duct tape—Trud, Henry, and Francis groaned in pain from the damage Jeff had transferred to them, while the other three writhed in panic and fear of being restrained inside the van where they had done despicable things to their victims.
Jeff, Kris, and Marc could have ended the operation without waking Trud and his men, but their anger for the girl they knew who had been victimized by those shit bastards wouldn't be quelled if they didn't at least tell them what would happen.
"Cut their feet loose, Minion A," Jeff said as he stood outside the van with Kris and Marc, where the bastards could see them.
—"Who are you calling Minion A?"—
