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Date Posted: 03:56:48 05/16/11 Mon
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 16 - Kendo - Rated R for violence
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Chapter 16 – Kendo – Rated R for violence

Kendo stood in the observation room and watched his prized pupil interrogate a captive. The guy was a lower tier lieutenant in Crimson Star terrorist organization. Michael was working him to obtain the location of the secondary base camp he was stationed.

The terrorist was strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, staring with defiance at Michael who was walking slowly around the prisoner. Michael glanced sideways at the prisoner as he questioned him: “Where is your base camp?”

The captive kept silent as he glared in response. Michael stopped in front of the prisoner looking down, and then slapped him hard across the face, so hard that the prisoner’s entire body pitched to the side only to be stopped short by his restraints.

“Where is it?”

The captive shook his head trying the clear it after the hard blow. He slowly looked up; a trickle of blood was running down his chin. The look in his eyes was no longer defiant, with fear starting to show. He swallowed hard, but kept quiet.

“Do you know how many people you killed tonight? I promise you, this will be the worst day of your life, but it doesn’t have to be your last. Where is your base camp?”

The prisoner gathered the last of his bravado and shouted back: “F**k you!”

Michael walked behind the captive and held a Taser to the man’s throat, sending a massive shock of electricity. The man jerked violently, in too much pain to even scream. Michael drew back and turned to face the prisoner again. The man was now whimpering in pain, too defeated to even look at his captor.

“I’m not going to ask you again, where is it?”

The prisoner was now sobbing, snot running down his chin as he caved in: “It’s in Lucca, Italy.”

“Thank you.”

Michael walked behind the prisoner again and looked at Kendo who gave a slight nod. With a swift movement, Michael took hold of the man’s head and snapped his neck. He left the room without a backwards glance and joined Kendo in the observation room.

“Very good, Michael. That did not take very much time at all.”

“He was very cooperative.”

“As I see. Walk with me.”

The two walked toward Kendo’s office in the main area of Section. Other than a few respectful nods, most operatives left them alone. Kendo’s office was just off the Communications area where Dusty was whirling around between several stations, monitoring his support staff. As they passed by, they heard Dusty chew out a green operative about the proper way to run a filter mask.

They entered the stark office and Kendo took a seat behind his desk while Michael stood at attention in front of him. Kendo handed a mini-disc to Michael and instructed: “Review the anticipated personnel that should be at the secondary Crimson Star base camp. Identify the key targets from those that are expendable, and work out a profile on how to get those targets to cooperate.”

“What am I looking for?”

“Research their backgrounds; find out if they have any weaknesses or if they could be bought. Also any phobia they have could be used during the interrogation.”

“Of course.”

“That will be all.”

*****

“Here are the data you asked for.”

Kendo looked up as Michael passed him his panel. His eyebrows shot up as he scrolled through the target list and profile. Other than the obvious target choice of the two base commanders, Michael had chosen a relatively low ranking member of the terrorist cell.

“Why did you choose Elia Gorgia for the interrogate list?”

“His background history revealed involvement with multiple terrorist agencies, some of whom have competing interests. I believe he may be a mole for another organization.”

Kendo leaned back in his chair, steeple his fingers against his chin and regarded his protégé with interest. “Why did you decide to look into him in the first place?”

“His profile didn’t fit the typical Crimson Star operative.”

“How would you go about interrogating him?”

“He has a family we can threaten. Also he almost drowned as a child so we can use that as leverage.”

“But that’s not what you are recommending are you?”

“No. I believe he could be persuaded to turn and become a free agent. We can convince him that we would use him as a green list informant.”

“Would you actually recommend that we use him as an informant?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He’s not high enough on any organization to give us much useful information. Also he would be too much of a security risk and could turn against Section.”

“Very well. Give the profiler this mission parameter.”

“Of course.”

*****

Kendo experienced a sense of déjà vu as he was behind the glass in the observation room once again watching his pupil. This time Michael was interrogating Elia Gorgia. His approach this time was very different from the last time.

Michael once again was walking slowly around the prisoner. “Who do you work for?”

For a man strapped to a chair, Elia looked back at Michael with a sneer on his face. “You tell me? You got me in a Crimson Star base camp? Who do you think I work for?”

“You may pretend to work for them now, but that’s not who you’re really working for.”

The sneer on Elia’s face fell as he looked wearily at Michael. “I work for Crimson Star.”

“You’re lying.”

Elia’s eyes tracked Michael as he walked around him. He was now visibly shaken as he swallowed hard. “I’m not…I’m not lying.”

Michael stopped in front of the prisoner and folded his hands in front of him and looked at him calmly. “Do you want to live?”

“Yes.”

“We could use you.”

“For what?”

“We suspect that you have been infiltrating various terrorist groups. That requires skills, skills that we respect and can make use of.”

“How do I know I could trust you?”

“What do you have to lose?”

“What do you need to know?”

“We need to know who you really work for, what roles they have asked you to play, what agencies you’ve been able to infiltrate, and any information you gathered from those agencies.”

“And if I tell you that, you’ll let me go?”

“Yes. We will make you a green list informant. It means we won’t be able to touch you in the future as long as you cooperate with us and give us information that we need.”

The hopeful look in the prisoner’s eyes was pathetic. Michael had succeeded in seducing him with little effort.

“Okay.”

“Good. Tell me, who do you work for?”

Kendo gave Michael a small nod of approval and left the observation room. He couldn’t suppress the grin on his face as he walked away. He had a feeling that the pupil will one day overtake his mentor. Instead of feeling threatened, he was inexorably proud to have given his student the tools to succeed.

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