You roll a six. You're too tired, and too worn out other than to draw a crude map of the compound with the entrances and the exits, and a vague idea of how you escaped and the path you took. You warn them about the traps.
The Boss thanks you, and lights a cigar.
"We were sent by a group of concerned relatives to save their families from that madman. Kept them waiting, huh?"
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"There were a lot of kids there. I guess he means well, but... They're all crazy there." I talk about all the guns and training and punishment until I'm too woozy to see straight.