Chapter 7
Ethan had just finished loading gear in the back of the trunk of their car. Quickly he took his seat in the driver's spot and started the car before backing out of the parking space they were in and driving off like a mad man.
"Turn left." Luther directed Ethan from the passenger seat while Brandt sat in the back.
"Turn left." Luther said again, "Up here turn right."
It was quiet in the car and no one could say anything besides Luther saying were to go.
The ride took a lot longer than it should have.
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Blood covered both of Benji's legs and it felt like he didn't even have legs at all; Benji couldn't decide if it was a good or bad thing that his legs had gone numb.
The man in charged finally showed his face again as he, followed by Blondie, Cigar, and Tattoos, walked over to Benji pulling up a rusty old medal chair that had been sitting in the corner of the room since the time he got there.
"So, what can you tell me about the IMF?" the man in charged asked.
"No." was all Benji could say.
"No? No what?" The man mocked.
Benji stayed silent and the man grew impatient.
"You can either talk or I can break ribs with the same hammer the jacked up your knee." The man tried not to yell.
Benji just hung there looking at his blood that had been carelessly spilt onto the ground.
The man suddenly snapped and grabbed Benji by the neck cutting off air. Flashbacks suddenly filled Benji's head as he was taken back to the time Lane hung him by his neck with a rope and he almost died. Benji began to panic and couldn't breathe. He couldn't even grab the man's hands to try to pull them away from his throat.
He was strong enough to lift Benji higher off the ground relieving his wrists of pain for a small moment in time as he was suddenly dropped, and the rope cut into Benji's skin like a knife.
The man stormed out of the room knowing he wasn't going to have any luck with Benji, leaving him alone with Cigar and Blondie. Tattoos followed boss man to where ever they went when they left the bunker.
Cigar was smoking a cigarette (what a surprise) and Blondie had a baseball bat that was covered in barbed wire that had been tied to the bat.
Benji saw what Blondie held and let out a dreadful sigh. This is what you get for becoming a field agent Benji thought to himself.
Cigar walked up to Benji and placed his burning cigarette against his neck using Benji as an ash tray. Benji clenched his teeth but didn't call out. Blondie slowly walked up to him and without wasting anytime slammed the bat right on top of Benji's ribs. He could feel a few of them break on the impact and Benji cried out wishing the pain would just go away. Blondie hit him again and Benji tried to move out of the way using his arms to lift his body and dodge the bat but all that he reserved was a dislocated wrist and a barbed wire bat hit him across the face. His nose broken instantly and started to bleed. His face and his body were covered with deep gashes and skin ripped from his body. Blood everywhere.
Benji didn't fight to stay conscious, in fact he welcomed the feeling of passing out; longed for it. But it wouldn't come. He would close his eyes for a second and Cigar would punch him in the abdomen bring him back to reality.
Tattoos appeared and started walking towards Blondie and whisper something in his ear while Cigar kept beating on Benji in the time being. Blondie then walked over to Cigar to tell him the news that he had just received.
"you sure?" Cigar asked Blondie in a hushed voice. Blondie nodded walking over to were Tattoos was wheeling in a machine over to where Benji still hung. Without saying anything Tattoos places 6 knobs onto Benji's body. Two on either side of his abdomen, two on either side of his chest, and the last two on his temples.
"Alright Benjiman Dunn, this is your last chance to saying anything about the IMF that might be useful to use. Anything about Ethan Hunt or his team and if you do, we have decided to let you go." Tattoos said with a steady voice.
Benji smiled as he shook his head from side to side. Tattoos just shrugged and turn the machine on and electricity coursed through Benji's body. Benji let out a gut-wrenching scream. Imminently once the machine was switched off Benji went limp as his head fell motionless against his shoulder.