The cuffs that held you back to the fence were tight unlike anything you'd had before.

Your fellow Na'Vi lined up next to you, two of them with bleeding noses, one with a leg injury.

The Dreamwalkers—the humans—had the luck to see your group before they did, successful ambushing and taking everyone prisoner. Everything you had on you was taken.

BANG,

One Na'Vi had managed to get free and was just about to run. He fell limp before anyone even realized what happened. The remaining Na'Vi pressed closer, a mix of fear, confusion and littered defiance.

Miles Quaritch lowered his rifle, approaching you. He reached behind your back, doing something to your cuffs to seperate you from the fence. One of your friends managed to kick at him but got the same treatment right back, falling back and immediately being held at gunpoint of three different rifles.

The Colonel dragged you into the middle, throwing you onto your knees and pointing his weapon at you again. "Do you know a man named Jake Sully? Tsyeyk Suli? Don't lie to me." A kick to your ribcage fully grounded you, then he dropped a map onto the dirt. "Point us in the right direction. All we want is that traitor—no one else gets harmed."

Lies? Truths? Were you really staying to find out?