"He's not talking..."
"What did you expect?" Grinding his thumb and forefinger into his eye sockets to relieve some of the pressure that was blinding his head, Chris grit his teeth, allowing himself a breath that filled the entire expanse of that enormous ribcage, his pectorals rising and falling with each one as Jill stared at him expectantly from across the table. "It took me how long just to find the kid, let alone catch him... You really want to tell me you expected him to gush all his private secrets simply because we finally put the lean on him?" It seemed more than unreasonable that she would expect Piers to talk after only a few hours. He wondered who they got to try to work the information out of him and which style they had decided upon. There was the nice guy routine. Where someone would go at him with the intention of getting secrets traded for kindness. Sometimes that worked, other times it left too much to be desired. Particularly since it never got out everything you wanted and it left you the scenario of appearing vulnerable to an enemy if they thought you were weak. There was also the nice guy routine where they would talk about nothing and see what he would open up about given the option of simply having some conversation after hours of silence. The kind Chris was best at was brutality. Beat the shit out of them until they'd confessed every single thing to them and you were only sure they'd given in it all up once they started sobbing. But putting him in a room with Piers would have been a poor choice. With their history it was more likely to cause trouble for himself than for Piers, and yes it might have been easier, he was sure the kid didn't want to talk to anyone though. Why would he, since it seemed Chris failed his little test. He never did figure out who he was, even with all the so called hints he'd thrown at him. He'd stay out of it with every intention of never again looking on the kid again. He couldn't really take the idea of someone beating Piers into submission. "Have you taken finger prints? Blood? Any information to be had there?" Burying his face in his hands, he tried boring the image out of his head with more questions. "He's quick witted, he's probably going to talk circles around whoever you sent in there..."
"You mean like he did to you?" Jill rose a brow, watching Chris' head snap up, contempt written there. "What!? He spent the last few months talking you out of your comfort zone. Its not an unreasonable statement. Still... he's not talking. I thought he would have opened up like a chatter box since he enjoys yapping at you so much, but I'm not joking, kid hasn't opened his mouth once to explain himself. We checked the finger prints. The results came in only a few minutes ago..."
"Which is why you called me up here?"
Jill slowly nodded, holding out a file for him. "His name is Piers Nivans. Only son of Major Dean Nivans. Runs the army's black ops crew. I gave him a call. Get this, his response was 'take care of the body when you're done.' Wants nothing to do with his kid at all. He was the top rated sniper for the army until he dropped out a year after signing up. No one knew why. He was on leave and went AWOL. No one heard from him since. Get this one... he's two weeks from turning twenty-one. We've been bested by a twenty year old kid Chris. I need you to go talk to him." Jill watched him stare at the file, his brow furrowing briefly, moving it aside with the back of his hand. "What? He's not talking to anyone else Chris. There is absolutely no reasoning for what he's doing. No dead family members, no nothing. A stunning record for the military, but its all under lock and key. The only thing we know about this kid is he applied twice for the B.S.A.A., both rejected because of his age. Both signed off, by you." She shrugged before sliding the paperwork toward him again across the table persistently, watching his shoulders begin to slump in resignation, leaving all her work there and ignoring it before heading toward the door, his fingers on the brass door handle letting out a huff. "Do what you do best if you have to Chris. We need to know who he was working for. Despite all those kills being made because they were connected with you, those were all sanctioned hits. We need to know who's paying him, where he's getting his targets from. You know the drill." Brown hair flowed over her shoulders, the tight pony tail pulled to her scalp and her bangs slowly growing out after a poor choice to cut them two months ago, "I don't need to tell you twice Chris, higher ups want that information. Anything you have to do, do it."
Kill him? Strolling through the hallways he felt a bit tighten in his chest, stopping at the door to interrogation to collect himself. Piers was his enemy yes, but he was also his rival, and without having realized when it happened, he was also his love interest. Twenty? A military brat, twenty years old had all but made him... Urgh, that made his head spin. He let a juvenile make him that anxious? Well, at least he had information to go off of now. He still didn't know anything about him, a past life the kid was obviously unhappy with so he changed it, but that's like saying Chris' own history with the Airforce had anything to do with the man he was now. He understood that much. And if he had no relationship with his father there was nothing tying him to being here. Unless there was a whole chunk of something they were missing. He wanted to know, even if the higher ups just wanted to know who was shelling out the cash for his stalker. Finally opening the door, his imposing being merely taking in the room, his eyes fell on the younger man in the chair. His head was hung and there was blood splatter on the stainless steel table that told of the punishment he was receiving before they called in Chris. So they had hit him. Something curled Chris' fist that reminded him of the instinctive need to bury his knuckles in Wesker's head, but brushed it off, throwing the door shut behind himself before anyone else could join them. No mirrors, no windows. Four cameras, one in each corner and mics, and the table. Cuffs held Piers to his steel chair as well, clasped behind his back to the bars that made up the backing of it with his head lulled forward, thick drops of crimson slowly slipping down from his lip. He'd taken punishment, that was certain. "Piers..." his voice came out softer than he wanted, coughing out the discomfort as he pulled back the chair across from him, stealing a cigarette to his mouth and putting it to his own lips, flicking his two cent lighter with the abominable child lock on twice before the flame stayed lit, sucking in the fumes. The younger man didn't look up and he considered checking to see if he was conscious until finally there was some movement, hazel eyes flicking up to see the object of his torment seated across from him. Chris expected a smile but saw none. "Looks like they did a number on you, huh?"
Looking away, the younger man seemed more dejected then Chris ever would have imagined him to be, the fight in him all but beaten out. But he wasn't talking, so obviously there was still some pepper in him, he just didn't know what to do. It was his job to get information no matter the cost to the killer in front of him, but that didn't make it any easier. He was just a boy. The words lacked all the vibrance Chris was use to hearing from the younger man, gritting his teeth at how those fiery eyes refused to lift completely, tipping his head away to reveal the broken lip and the bruise Chris had left him as a souvenir on the side of his face. Blood clung on the inside of his mouth, spitting it out onto the ground that made a loud splat, serving only to grate against Chris' nerves. "What are you doing here captain... come to gloat?" Piers sighed, his lips pursed together, the pouty lip curled smile devoid completely from his features while Chris swallowed back some resentment at himself for having allowed anyone to hit Piers. He was too young for this, and confused... and. Hell, Chris knew better, Piers wasn't young or confused, no matter what that file work had said. He was an experienced tactical operative who knew exactly what he was doing, and yet he still couldn't bare seeing him hurt that way.
"They said you aren't talking."
Damn it. The darkness of the room was making it feel more dingy inside than it really way, but it didn't stop the red on Piers lip looking any less like crimson, or any less out of place on his pretty features. It was strange that they were so close, but so far away. The table between them was starting to make Chris' chest feel cramped. Like this he couldn't even see the normal pleased expression on those fine features, or the way that way he seemed to look straight through his skin into the person he really was. It hurt a little, knowing that the man in the seat in front of his was almost as young as he had been when he'd left his station in the Airforce. They were so alike in so many ways but he knew nothing about Piers' life or why it seemed he was so fixed on Chris. He should have seen it before, that this was the kid with the outstanding test scores he'd passed over twice because 19 was no age to be joining a company where the mortality rate was over 80%. Was that all this was about? Piers wanted to prove something to Chris, that he was good enough? What questions to ask was the real problem. What was going to make him open up and speak his mind. "They hurt you?" Jill said use whatever tactic there was, so maybe she'd get the picture that going at this kid with his fist wasn't going to get them anywhere... Hopefully she forgave the fact that he sounded completely over concerned about someone who spent the last few months trying to kill him, but honestly after having it beat into his skull that he should already know who this kid is, it only seemed right not to beat him for Chris' mistake.
"Your boys in blue couldn't beat a punching bag into submission. Came to show them how to do their jobs? Well, I'm tied up, captain, can't fight back. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"You know I don't want that Piers."
"No? Then why are you here Captain?
Chris winced at the implication, his hand coiling into a fist seeing the hurt in those eyes as they accused him of being the one to come here and literally beat the confession out of him. He could have killed him out in that field... maybe he should have. It might have been better off than being locked in this room with him at a stand still. "You want, I can take those off." He pulled up the key on the other side of the table, holding it between his fingers and waiting to see just what reaction it would earn him, but it yielded not a thing. Piers just sat there, staring off to the side, occasionally spitting blood to the ground. "Just say the word Piers and I'll leave. If that's what you really want. I'll be happy to send you back to whatever place they've got lined up for twenty year old drop outs without a shred of dignity." Just do what you're good at Chris, hit him where it hurts and watch him coil. Eyes narrowed at each other, the two staring rather deadlocked for a brief second before Chris nodded his head and continued. "You're doing all this because I refused your applications to join the B.S.A.A.? I thought you were better than that, of course I've been wrong before. You dropped out of the military, looks like it was a good decision on my part to turn you down. I don't need weak minded people working my unit." That hit him. There was a jerk against the cuffs holding him in place, a snarl finally creeping over his features as eyes finally lifted to meet his, glazed and betrayed. How had he betrayed Piers? It was evident now that's what this was all about. "I wanted something better to come from this-
"No, what you wanted one last shot at stat rape before they ship me off. Just mad because I left you hanging there on the edge of that sweet blinding moment? Or are you here to confess to your boys that their captain almost lost his shit a few weeks ago to an underage contract killer?" A smirk twisted onto bloody lips, though immensely lackluster compared to its previous smiles. It was missing all the flirt he was use to seeing and the cunning was gone, just evident discord there. Just watery eyed and defensive. He was going to make Chris regret every second of being in this room with him, particularly after that last statement. He'd hit too close to home apparently. "You have told them though haven't you...? About the lake? I will if you haven't. Your boys in the next room know their captain has a thing for little boys?" Chris grunted and shoved back from the table, turning to the camera in the corner and making a slash at his throat, immediately demanding they cut the feed to this room. This was an awful idea. Terrible idea. Piers knew he couldn't tell anyone about the lake. In fact they'd shared enough in conversation to know there was a lot that Chris couldn't say on the record. He was going to make him work for this confession. He watched the red lights on the cameras go out, turning on his heel and slamming both palms down on the steel table top, shuddering beneath his weight.
"You know that's not what happened. I'm not the one that put my hands down your pants. I didn't do anything to you."
"What didn't you do Captain? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Wait better yet, how's that drinking problem?!" Piers lurched in his chair, met by Chris' fist that plowed into the side of his face, snapping his head to the side. They were silent again, the younger of them dropping his head back again. At least he was talking now. About something Chris was sure to regret but it was at least talking. Piers was attempting to collect himself, but he wasn't doing a very good job. He was chewing on his lip and still fighting the urge to give Chris those sad hazel eyes that were almost killing him. He'd hit a twenty year old kid. Damn it. "That the best you can do Chris?! Come captain, prove what a man you are. Bury your fist in my face a few more times I'm sure you'll feel bet-
Chris heard the crack when he hit Piers the second time, his hand shaking from the effort of having pulled the punch grunting with the effort of it. "Damn it Piers! Stop this now and just...," was he crying? Holy... "Are you..." What the hell was he suppose to say? He'd hit Piers harder than that when they went toe to toe in the field and he took much more than that here in this room. Swallowing, Chris knelt, looking up at Piers' face as the younger man twisted to hide from Chris' prying eyes. "Come on kid I've hit you harder than that." Tipping his head he tried to smile, reaching up a hand on its own accord and cupping his chin to face him back toward him. Why was this so conflicting? He knew this was wrong, he should have walked away from Piers when he had the chance, but now, now how could he turn away? Shaking his head he leaned forward, pressing his lips tentatively to those bruised pouty lips. They were electric. The moment Chris' lips touched his, his hands cupped the back of that neck, deepening it, revealing in the need Piers threw into it. Fingers reached across the steel table, resting on the keys to his restraints and immediately undoing them, never losing contact for a second as those fingers came round and caught in Chris' shirt, pulling him closer. Those needy kisses, trailing down his jaw, latching onto the stubbled flesh of his neck, tongue laving the flesh under those lips as calloused hands yanked him up out of the chair, sitting him up on top the steel table. Limber legs immediately slipped around muscled hips, pulling their hips together. Chris tipped his head back between taut shoulder blades, groaning openly as those lips worked down over his neck to his collar, sucking until he was certain there would be a mark. How did they wind up doing this yet again? Chris moaned in his chest, catching Piers by that soft tawny hair and yanking his head back, shoving him down flat against the steel, arching off the steel just the slightest until wanton eyes met Chris, eager hands pulling his own charcoal colored shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside, baring those smooth pectorals. Chris let his hands roam over that olive hue skin, drinking in the sight of him. He was suppose to be interrogating this kid.
Hook line and sinker... Its okay though because next comes the real interrogation...