Ch 4 Interrogations
TSCSupremeCommander- The Loremaster General commends you on your knowledge of Vertibirds, but he would also like to point out that in Fallout 2, the Chosen One could give Vertibird plans to a Chinese submarine survivor group settlement thing, and that perhaps they had some amongst them who wanted to return to China, and perhaps Randall and crew found these people. Therefore his plot device has a plausible basis.
Colonel Johnson woke up to find himself strapped to an old wooden chair in a dimly lit room, one that he did not recognize.
"Where, where am I?" the Colonel muttered to himself.
"You, Colonel are in my personal playhouse." hissed a voice into the Colonel's ear.
"Playhouse?" the Colonel asked.
"Well Joseph prefers to call it a torture room, which I suppose it is. But, I so do enjoy forcing information out of captives so I call it a playhouse." hissed the voice again.
Shit! Those damn Republic fuckers captured me!, the Colonel realized as he recognized the voice to be none other than Randall Miller's.
"I can tell from that idiotic expression of realization on your face that you understand where you are, and what will happen if you don't cooperate. So I'll ask this just once before I begin. I am going to get want I want the easy way or the hard way, because I absolutely love the hard way." Randall said, putting on Love and Hate after dipping it in a mysterious liquid.
"Well, I don't want to disappoint my host, do I?" the Colonel spat.
"Hard way it is then, I've been wanting to test this new poison I've crafted for awhile now, it's supposed to break captives far quicker than the last one. And it isn't fatal... I think." Randall said with a evil grin, before punching the Colonel right in the cheek, popping holes in the skin causing the Colonel to howl in pain, as blood ran in streams down his face.
"Looks like you've got a little something on your cheek there. Let me help you with that." Randall sneered before punching the Colonel in the same spot, leaving more holes, making his face look like that of a car after a firefight.
"FUCK!" the Colonel screamed, as the streams merged into a waterfall.
"Are you dizzy yet Colonel?" Randall asked mockingly, noticing the beads of sweat developing on the Colonel's skin, evidence of his poison beginning to take effect.
"Fuck you." The Colonel spat back
"Now now, Johnson, none of that language. At least not directed towards me, or am I going to have to beat some manners into you?" Randall asked, hoping the Colonel had cracked.
"K-keep going, this barely t-tickles." the Colonel stuttered, the poison starting to affect his speech.
"Believe me, I can keep this up all day, Colonel." Randall responded, leaning into the Colonel's face before winding back and hitting him with a gut-wrenching punch that produced an audible sound of air being forced out of his mouth.
"Look at this, you're getting blood all over my favorite dusters." Randall said, noticed the sheer amount of blood on Love and Hate.
"Now I'm going to go back on my word here Colonel and I'm going to ask again, are you ready to tell me what I want?" Randall asked.
The Colonel nodded rapidly, eager to get rid of the pain caused by both the giant hole in his face and the poison.
"Good. Now then, who supplies you with your weapons and artillery." Randall asked, somewhat disappointed that he now longer got to beat the shit out of the Colonel.
"We get our weapons from a manufacturer located in Mexico City and the artillery was stolen from two military bases, one had old cannons and mortars, the other had missiles and nuclear weapons." the colonel responded.
"Names of the bases?" Randall asked.
"One was Yuma and the was called White Sands, the first is in Arizona and the other in New Mexico." the Colonel answered.
"Interesting. Would you happen to have had any contact with the Brotherhood of Steel?" Randall asked, hoping that the answer would be no.
"No, everyone knows the Brotherhood fully supports the efforts of the Republic." the Colonel stated.
"How about the Outcasts or the Splinter?" Randall asked.
"Well, I do recall meeting with someone who was asking for our support and I believe they mentioned being a member of that faction." the Colonel answered.
"How long ago was this?" Randall asked, hoping it was recent or even better, the person was still out West.
"That was yesterday and he said he'd stay for two days while waiting on a response." the Colonel said, recalling a report he had read.
"Good, good. Well, that's all I need to know." Randall said, standing up.
"Aren't you going to let me go, Republic rules mandate the return of Prisoners of War." the Colonel pleaded.
"Silly Colonel, don't you know that I'm not part of the Republic? I kill my captives after I'm done with them." Randall said before beating the Colonel to death, his screams echoing of the walls.
"Any new reports on Miller's actions?" Jackson asked, entering the Brotherhood's debriefing room.
"No reports yet Gerald, whatever he's up to, he isn't making it known." answered Scribe Rothchild.
"Damn. Sarah, what do you recommend we do?" Gerald said, turning to the former Sentinel.
"I say we try a peace effort, I highly doubt we can beat the combined forces of the Courier and Miller, even with Liberty Prime." Sarah sated.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt, tell your Pride to prepare to mobilize, I'd like to have some protection when I arrive in Vegas." Gerald ordered.
"Right away Gerald." Sarah said, walking out to inform her Pride of their new task.
A/N Doesn't Randall make a wonderful sadistic torturer? Anyways, this was a fun chapter to write and I figured I'd post something before my exams start. As always, reviews would be appreciated. Flames? Not so much. By the way, I really do appreciate when someone finds contradictions of lore in my story, so if you see one tell me and I'll try to find a way around it.
