Friday, 2 May 2014
“So, how's the interrogation going Jackson, anything we can use yet?”
“No Sir. Nothing! Zilch! Zippo! De na....”
“Okay, okay, I get the idea. No success yet then. What methods have you tried?”
“Well, firstly we put him through four days of sensory deprivation, to soften him up a little. He just sat cross-legged with his eyes closed the whole time, with an annoyingly serene smile on his face.”
“Did you try wiring him up?”
“Yeah. The electric shock seemed promising at first, he moaned and writhed a lot, it took us several hours to realize he actually found it sexually stimulating.”
“What about water boarding? That always does the trick.”
“Yeah well, we poured several gallons over his face, he just slurped it up through the towel as fast as we could pour, the end result being we had to mop up several gallons of piss too.”
“Done it. He's a bit thick skinned, it just bounced off.”
“Awkward standing positions?”
“Done 'em. He just looked bored the whole time.”
“Threats towards his family and friends?”
“He's an orphan, and if he has any friends we don't know of them.”
“The comfy chair routine?”
“Er, no Sir, I haven't heard of that one.”
“Jackson, that was a joke, you moron.”
“Oh, uh, right Sir.”
Time was running out, we needed those answers. I opened the door to his cell and walked inside. He was sitting on the chair, hands clasped in his lap, he looked rather calm for someone in his predicament.
“Okay Bozo, you are going to start talking, now I'll start off nice and easy, where is the safe house they took our man to?”
“It's on the north side of town, in the Crawford district, number thirty seven Bempton Close, the house with the blue door.”
I stared at him in disbelief, they had been working on him for seven days and hadn't got a shred of information out of him, and here he was singing like a canary just because I asked him.
“What security is there in the house?”
“Three men armed with Glocks, two downstairs, and one in the bedroom with the prisoner. The number for the alarm system is 4906, and there is a spare back door key under the plant pot beneath the window.”
I couldn't believe how easy this was. A thought suddenly struck me, I walked back out of the cell.
“While you've had this guy here, have you actually asked him any questions?”
Jackson started back at me, a blank expression on his face.
“Well... errr... errr...”
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