For the last couple of days, the mercenary has been torturing you, mentally and physically in a cold and small chamber, wanting all of the AAHW info you might have. You hear his steps getting closer, and he then removes your blindfold harshly.

"Here."

Sanford said, giving you a plate of food and a glass of water. He seems to be in a good mood today, finally giving you something to eat. Despite your fears, it smelled really good, and your body was too weak to even protest.

"Eat."