With a deafening crash, Ethan tore through the roof and landed in front of the two men.
The flimsy metal shack didn't stand a chance. It blew apart into scattered sheets and jagged fragments, clattering across the sand.
"Jibberish gabble yak yak…"
"Eee yah yah yah wah…"
The two Serpent Islanders shrieked in their native tongue, scrambling back in panic. Ethan didn't understand a word of it.
"Oh my God…" he muttered, more to himself than anyone.
He strode forward, seized both men by the throat, and lifted them clean off the ground.
Suddenly, the terrified islanders shouted something that cut through the language barrier. This time, Ethan understood.
His expression hardened. He slammed them to the ground with a bone-rattling thud.
"Ahhh…" Both cried out in pain.
"Activate voice translation," Ethan snapped at his wrist device.
[Multi-species language real-time translation activated...]
"I'm only going to ask once—where were those two women taken?"
