Mac watched the raging sergeant and bowed his head. "I am sorry for what happened to your men. But you must understand, The FInal Days are upon us. God has decreed the world be purged of all evil, and is saving those who accept Him into their heart, as their One True Lord. You still serve the kings of man, who cannot save you from the end. Your only chance at salvation is to accept Him, and forgo the kingdoms of mortals. Such things will surely redeem your soul."

The father readjusted in his seat, and leaned towards him. "I, however, still have my duties. The Lord's work must be carried out, and I must save those I can from the fate of damnation. You must release me, so I can go on my way and carry out the Lord's will among those who remain to be given their fate. Think of the innocent, who still require faith. We cannot be the ones to abandon them." 

Indeed, Mac was nervous. Either the soldier would see that the father was not responsible for the deaths of his men, or he would kill Mac right here and now. The sergeant continued to glare at him, and then stood up, walking over to his captive, pistol gripped firmly in his hand.