After a while, a sergeant who was standing next to Hunt turned his head a fraction.

The sergeant shook his head and turned to the slaves.

The sergeant turned back to the show and waved at the gathering around the white wall.

The sergeant turned to a nearby phone and made a call.

The sergeant turned them over to a corporal and hurried back.

The sergeant turned away, too, and started sorting through the women.

Frowning, the sergeant turned and went out into the hall.

The startled sergeant turned a cold eye on the two prisoners.

The sergeant turned to one of the two uniformed cops.

From somewhere The sergeant asks nothing, turns, and is gone.