It was hard to even take a proper look at the dead bodies. If Maverick hadn't been familiar with his men enough to notice small details about them, he would have assumed these were totally different people set up and maimed to appear like his men.
He stepped really close to the first body, taking in the deep cuts embedded in their skin.
Although the bodies hadn't been cleaned, their tattered clothes had been partially pulled away from the worst of the cuts.
It wasn't enough.
"Remove them completely," Maverick said flatly, his voice cutting through the room. "I can't see anything like this."
The men moved without hesitation, sliding black gloves over their fingers before peeling the bloodstiff fabric off the corpses.
Up close, the damage was even worse.
Dried blood caked their skin in thick, dark layers, masking the true extent of the injuries and making it almost impossible to read what had actually been done to them.
