I paused when Drake said that to me. "No he hasn't said anything yet."
"Well then he's not going to talk." Drake sighed and turned away.
"You think? I'm only getting warmed up." I growled. "This is nothing. The man is a mercenary. He's been trained to resist. Ain't that right pal?!" I looked at the man and he just stared back at me, blood trickling down his face from the cut above his eye.
"What do you mean?" Drake turned around as I followed him out of the room and shut the door behind us. "He'll die before he talks. Look at him! He's as good as mute!"
I cracked my knuckles and stared at Drake. "I know you think I'm unstable right now. But I'm actually holding it together pretty well. He doesn't know what I want to do to him, he also doesn't know that I won't do it to him because I need him alive, but keep that between us ok? Now, Dani?"
She looked over at me and I saw a flash of worry in her eyes. "Don't worry about me, I just think Drake here, needs a little reassurance that, although I seem like a crazed lunatic right now, I still know what I'm doing."
I turned and walked back into the room with the man.
"Right, now he's gone, you and I are going to have a little chat."
I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Uncertainty?
"What are you talking about?" he kept his face straight and stared at me.
I crouched down until I was level with him, about a foot away from his face and I stared into his eyes, conveying every ounce of hatred I held within me in that one look. He shrank a bit.
"Do you know who I am?" I hissed.
"All I know is you're soldier #279, codename Scarecrow." he tried to keep his gaze steady as he looked at me. I could see his hands opening and closing nervously as he squirmed a bit, chaffing his wrists on the rope I'd tied him to the chair with.
"So you know NOTHING about my background?" I stood back and folded my arms as I leant against the wall.
"Not really. Not more then I needed to know." he looked uncomfortable.
"Did they tell you I'm an ex-recondo?"
He paled. "No."
"That I'm the only surviving member of The Delta Hounds?"
He looked like he was going to be sick when I said that.
"N...no. Oh god, if I'd known that I would never have signed up for this." his voice sounded shaky and I smiled sadistically.
"Yeah. You really shouldn't have. Now. Are you going to tell me what I want? Or are you going to make me do things to get information from you that will make you wish you had bitten down on that tooth sooner?"
He shuddered and then set his jaw. "I'm going to die anyway so I will die with my information secret."
"Fine. Have it your way."
I picked up a pliers and pulled a chair over to sit beside him.
"What? Going to pull more of my teeth out?" he sneered. Brave man.
"No. I'm bored with teeth." I laughed as I grabbed his hand.
"What are you? Oh no... no please! DON'T! PLEASE STOP!!!"
I clamped the pliers down on his fingernail and ripped in out.
"I can see they never prepared you for the type of torture that Recondos use." I smiled at him as he convulsed in pain, his jaw set tight. "That's probably because most people who train to resist Recondo torture techniques either go mad, or have heart attacks. Too bad for you I've got a defibrillator right over there in the corner. Is your intel worth sacrificing your sanity?"
I ripped out another nail and held it up to the light. "Tut tut, you should learn to use a nailbrush buddy, though you won't be needing one for a while."
He resisted the nail thing pretty well but I could tell that I had already cracked his confidence shell.
"Now that you have no nails left, what will I do next?" I pondered aloud.
"I know!" My eyes lit up mischievously as I pulled a lighter from my pocket and put it on the arm of the chair.
He eyed me warily as I picked up a knife and cut the sleeve off of his left arm. "W...what are you thinking?" he gulped as I put it down and picked up the lighter.
"You'll see in about... oh... now." I held the lighter to the soft part under his upper arm and lit it. "Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!" he roared. "STOP STOP STOP!"
I flicked off the flame. "Ready to talk?"
I lit it again a little further up and he began to scream again. "This is what it feels like to be burned slowly." I said coldly. "I only hope for your team's sake, that my sister died quickly, or you're all going to burn....slowly."
"Your sister...still..alive." he choked and I stopped. "What did you say?"
"She's still alive." he sobbed and I put the lighter against his trousers. "Start talking or I'm lighting this and walking away."
He spilled everything he knew. Beth and Jagan were still alive. They'd been captured and were being held somewhere, he didn't know where. The Stalker wanted me dead, he saw Foster and I as the biggest threat but Foster was in England so he didn't care that much about him at the moment. He wasn't going to be able to get back any time soon. He didn't know that much about me, apparently my files were harder to access then anyone had previously known. They weren't stored on any database.
I must thank that President of ours. I thought to myself.
Finally he stopped talking and hung his head in utter defeat.
"You know, if you had told me that Beth and Jagan were still alive, this interrogation could have gone a lot less painfully for you." I stood up.
"W..what do you mean?" he looked up at me, eyes wild and I walked to the table and picked up a bottle of clear liquid.
"Do you know what this is?" I smiled.
"It's Sodium Pentothal." I grinned.
"Truth Serum?" he choked and I laughed. "Yeah. Truth Serum."
"Well I suppose I'm lucky then that I cracked when I did huh?" he said bitterly. "Are you going to let me go at all?" he looked around the room suddenly terrified.
"Sorry, I've never been one for mercy, and your luck just ran out."
I pulled my gun out and shot him.