However, they were surprised to find that the food tasted pretty good. They never used to have breakfast. Having something to eat in a day was enough, and they had no right to be picky.
Hmm...
Clint finished his breakfast in two or three bites, still wanting more, licking the residue off his fingers.
Having a bite of hot meal was a luxury for them, something they didn't expect to enjoy in a prison camp.
After breakfast, the prisoners of war were assembled again and made to stand on a construction site that had been bombed two nights before.
The Red Murderer said loudly,
"Starting today, you must start working, repairing the things you've broken, and your own living quarters. We will divide you into groups, define your work area, and work hours."
"Those who work hard and perform well could receive reduced sentences, early release, or even a salary, but if anyone tries to pull any tricks or incite others to escape, they'll end up like those people last night."
