Raikou's captors were a bit more intelligent than he had thought. They had managed to catch both of them, alone, and this fact made it seem quite likely indeed that they had been able to capture them long before they actually caught him. The fact that his water flask was still on the side of his table wasn't, in fact, probably not noticed by the agents, but couldn't have discouraged them, could've it?
He found himself with his back to the floor, hands and arms trussed up like a captured wombat-pig, only with stone instead of string. He was being dragged someplace, surrounded by water. Now how was that? Shifting his head to look around with a grunt, as he was rather achey from the ride here, he noticed that they were on a stone pier, or something very much like that, in the middle of a large body of water, probably Lake Laogai. Where had this come from, and what was that scrapy noise? Sudden blackness.
The blackness, however was not complete. There was a faint green light, but Raikou could not see in the gloom. It just seemed like a strange greenish darkness until his eyes adjusted. He was in a large, damp corridor, that had quite a few side hallways, even worse lit than the one he was being dragged along, which had a few glowing green lanterns. Every once in a while, they (the Dai Lee and him) would pass a door that was opened, revealing a much brighter room. One, through the crack in a massive stone door, he saw quite a few people wearing the same strange uniform that Joo Dee had been wearing. The voices slowly spun out, and he could have sworn he heard a multitude of voices saw a group of syllables that sent him were he was now.
"I am Joo Dee."
And then they were past the cracked door, the gathering of women called Joo Dee. Without warning, his steady dragging movement turned sharply down a badly lit corridor. When they had reached a place with no light, they stopped and turned. There, he saw a door, though he felt sure there was no light. And upon that door were three numbers. They meant nothing to anyone except the Dai Lee, but those three numbers managed to send chills up his spine.
101
They threw him in the room, and the rocks that held his limbs together attached to a bleak stone wall in the back of the room. He could hardly move in his stone captivity.
He was not just needed to be brainwashed, because the only to wipe his memory of what was the problem was to give him complete amnesia. There was another method, a much more terrible method that connected pain with the problem. His mind would naturally shy away from it after the torture procedure was through. And now he was in room 101, the final bastion of the Dai Lee's true power.
The Dai Lee agents were silent. They just simply took a lantern into the chamber after him. It was much brighter than asny of the lanterns in the hallway, and Raikou was rather confused as to how they had gotten such a bright light in here without lighting up the corridors. They removedthe cover, and there, in front him, was an open flame. What were they doing? That fire was positively blue! It could burn a hole through his head. Were they mad? That must be uncomfortable, even with those rock gloves!
"There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Remember that." These words were disturbing not because of their inaccuracy, but by the man's tone as he said it. Apathetic, distant, but with an obvious threat in his voice. The fire. It was a threat. No, not a threat, something even worse. Pain reinforcemnt. These people were brainwashing him!
Raikou squirmed in his rock prison. There was no way out, not without water, and there was none around. Plus he could barely wiggle his fingers. His mouth wasn't covered though, and in that he saw refuge. His head dropped against his chest, and he faked a sneeze, and in the process spit upon the floor. He had never done this before, but he had the sneaking suspicion... He wiggled his fingers, and the spit- disgusting as it was- flew into his hands. If he could just erode away the cuffs... But it was too late already.
The Dai Lee walked up to him, and ripped his shirt off his shoulder. "There is no war," he said, and held up the hot flame, already making Raikou uncomfortable from it's nearness, onto his undefendable shoulder. The pain was ineffable, so I will not even try to describe it. It made the sorrow hardened waterbender scream and pain, and his busy hands freeze mid erosion cycle...