They nodded. One was sent off to retrieve the squadron, two settled the chair into the floor, and the last three strapped him in. The chair was made so that his legs, arms, and neck were strapped in, but his back was exposed so that he didn't have to be released to be whipped.<br/><br/>Jakob sat proudly, chin lifted slightly. He showed no fear, just a slightly arrogant pride.<br/><br/>The squadron trooped in, all cold eyes and well-built bodies. There was a thorough mixing of men and women, and each of them looked cold and imposing. Some carried weapons, some didn't; all looked threatening.<br/><br/>He bared his teeth at them, unafraid.<br/><br/>This was obviously going to be a tough job.