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Date Posted: 20:22:56 12/29/07 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-124-188-1-93.nsw.bigpond.net.au / 124.188.1.93
Subject: Chapter 143(V)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 20:19:07 12/29/07 Sat

Chapter 143(V)

It was evident to Jiang Ng that he may have made the wrong decision with the older man who had spoken to him earlier, for his failure to co-operate had left him in this predicament. He had no feeling whatsoever in his legs. They were paralysed but ... he was still alive. In despair, Jiang sat slumped in the uncomfortable metal chair thinking of what he could do and what would happen next. His thoughts turned to the most plausible scenario open to him, and that if he was going to go down, then he would go down fighting ... for that was the triad way. Jiang also knew he would need his steely resolve for whatever these people had in mind. Trying to psyche himself up for what may transpire next, he recalled the Rising Dragons� mantra and recited it in his head. His mind went into a kind of trance as he sought comfort from the words.

�Death with Honour� its way of life

With motto �Strength by Dare�

Once you yield fear nought � but

When it seeks you, beware!

The Rising Dragon!

Aware that the door to the White Room had opened once more, Jiang was broken from his trance like reverie. He listened carefully trying to make out if the same man had returned to terminate him. Jiang heard footsteps approach the chair. This time however, they were not the brisk steps of the first man. No! These footfalls were the calculated, unwavering steps of someone much different ... someone more enigmatic ... someone who would be more difficult to fathom.

Hence he decided to speak up before he even saw the face of his interrogator. �You're here to turn the screws, if you only knew what a complete waste of time that is for both of us.�

Michael�s face registered the look of someone who did not give a damn what the target had uttered. With a look of complete indifference on his face, he made his way to the chair in the middle of the room, but instead of immediately stopping in front of Inspector Ng, he walked around the room slowing glancing at the target. Each step he took was resolute. Exact. Determined. Jiang followed Michael�s slow menacing stride with his eyes until the man dressed all in black disappeared behind him where he couldn�t see. However, his footsteps still echoed in the stillness of the room as each thud hit the floor. The man finally stopped in front of him with his hands folded in the front.

Jiang�s eyes scrutinized the man from his spread feet up to his face. His eyes were met with piercing green eyes as cold as ice and a voice equally as cold. �Inspector Ng.�

�Who are you?�

Michael ignored his question and continued walking around the room before stopping once more behind his chair.

�Where�s the other guy? Hmm? I know ... he sent you in here to do his dirty work. Well I don�t know anything more ... Do you hear? ... You're wasting your time.�

Grabbing hold of the side of his neck, Michael zapped him with an electronic device on the side of his neck. �You're lying.�

�Prove it.� Although he flinched with the pain of the electricity as it shot through his body Jiang was still as defiant as ever retorting, �I�ve already told you all I know,� he sneered in defiance waiting for a reaction from Michael but receiving none.

�No ... Let's start with the truth this time! Where is Sun Yee Lok?�

Another bolt of electricity zapped through his body. �Thank-you!� Jiang replied smirking and turning his head to the side of Michael while showing no emotion whatsoever. He then added with insolence, �Is that the best you can do?

Without saying another word, Michael stared at the target then turned to leave the room. Walking over to the door he opened it then waited for a moment as Section�s torture specialists, came in carrying cases with what they would need to interrogate Inspector Ng. Michael nodded as they entered the White Room for their task as he in turn exited the room. The sound of the squeaking door ricocheted in the room once again and echoed in Jiang�s ears.

The torture twins entered with all their paraphernalia in their little bags of tricks. Elizabeth and Henry were called to the White Room frequently in order to acquire information from hostiles swiftly and efficiently. Their deadly techniques using a variety of medical equipment persuaded each victim to relinquish information quickly. They cast a dismissive look the target�s way then stopped and set up their kit. Inspector Jiang Ng would also relinquish what Intel he knew too for they seldom if ever, failed in their tasks especially after they had used their signature calling card. Nodding to one another Henry and Elizabeth approached the target without saying a word. They menacingly circled around the target, one in the front, the other behind him.

Jiang wondered what the third session would be like. However, little did he know but the two people who had just entered the room would make any feeble speculation he had earlier the reality he may not have been expecting.

He would soon find out.

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Parking her car in her allocated spot Nikita got out and locked the Porsche then vigilantly looked around. Although there were a few residents� cars parked in the bays, the parking lot was deserted. It was eerily quiet and Nikita�s senses were raised a little. The sound of her footsteps echoed on the concrete floor as she determinedly made her way over to the elevator that led up to her apartment. However, just as she was nearing the elevator the sound of heavier footsteps suddenly echoed along with hers. The quicker she walked the quicker was the sound of the other footsteps following her. Readying her gun, Nikita picked up her pace and was nearly at a run. She looked over her shoulder to see if she could see the person following her but as she did so she bumped into a solid chest that had appeared out of nowhere.

�Hey! Remember me?� said a voice that was vaguely familiar.

Nikita turned just in time to make out the face of the tourist she had helped with directions earlier. Her eyes widened as she realised what was happening, but before she could do anything she was hit on the head from behind while dropping her revolver on the ground.

�You didn�t have to hit her so hard,� the man berated as Nikita fell forward into his arms.

�Quick get the car ... we need to get out of here.�

When his companion returned, the two men placed an unconscious Nikita in the trunk of the car. With a last look around to see that there was no evidence left behind, one of the men noticed the revolver that Nikita had dropped. Retrieving it he pocketed it in his jacket, then they both got in the vehicle and casually drove away.

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The White Room door closed with a resounding click behind Michael. Standing on the landing for a moment he began walking down the steps into the austere corridor, but stopped when he heard the sound of an elevator slide open behind him. He turned to see its occupant ... Operations exit. Michael turned toward him hearing the irritated inflection in his voice.

�Well?�

�We'll know something soon,� Michael replied briefly casting his eyes to the door of the White Room where the torture twins were interrogating Inspector Ng. Continuing down the steps to the bottom he stopped in front of Operations who sternly looked at him.

�We�ve spent too much time on this as it is, we can't spend anymore.�

Just as he was speaking, the White Room door opened, and the torture twins came out carrying their suitcases. They both stared at Michael and Operations but Elizabeth shook her head sombrely. Her answer was not what they had wanted to hear. Unfortunately Inspector Jiang Ng had not broken. He was obviously stronger than they�d given him credit for.

As the duo passed by, Michael looked down thinking of another tact they could take with the hostage, however, Operations voiced words that he did not want to hear.

�Nikita will just have to find out what we need to know from Andy Koo.�

Ignoring the words he had uttered, Michael turned towards Operations with another proposal, �Let me try once more.�

Michael could see that he was thinking about the effectiveness of trying to break the Inspector again especially after the torture twins had not succeeded. Weighing up the pros and cons of such a decision, Operations looked at him and finally gave Michael a nod of consent to try once more. He turned and re-entered the White Room as Operations watched his retreating back.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael approached Jiang Ng strapped in the chair, but he said nothing. The target sat erect with the signature slits under his eyes and watched as the younger man drew nearer while he glared back at him. Wanting to gain the ascendancy over the other they both shared a look with neither breaking their gaze. Jiang, however, was the first to look away but a smirk crossed his mouth when Michael came closer. He watched as the man began the insidious walking around him as he had done before. Then he spoke.

�Do you want to live?�

�Not especially. I�d rather die with honour ... that is the triad way.�

�I�m afraid that�s not up to you Inspector Ng. I know your mantra ... What is it again? ... Death with Honour ... Strength by Dare.�

Jiang refused to look at Michael but straightened his body some more.

�There was no death with honour for Ami Yeung was there Inspector?�

Jiang�s eyes registered surprise at her name. �She betrayed me.�

�Did she? Or was she too close to exposing you and your treachery?�

Approaching the chair until he was face to face with the target, Michael placed his fingers to the slit under Jiang�s eyes and pressed down firmly.

�Go to hell!� he spat out, shouting loudly.

�I�m already there,� was Michael's dismissive reply.

The pain was horrendous and Inspector Ng recoiled back in agony. But the demeanour of the stoic person in face of adversary soon crumbled and he screamed out as Michael pressed down even harder.

�Argh!�

�You will give us what we want and ... you will tell us everything. Do you understand?�

�Will I get an antidote if I tell you?� he panted as pain riddled his eye sockets and permeated his brain. �How do I know that I could trust you?�

�If you want to die with honour Inspector Ng, what do you have to lose? For you will die regardless.�

�How will they know I'm telling the truth?�

�Give all the details; tell them everything that has happened ... They'll know if it corroborates with what Ami gave us on disc.�

Inspector Ng was taken back by this Intel and knew that his life lay in the balance. He had no choice. �It�s all coming back to me now.�

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Play on text from ... Threshold Of Pain

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