Chapter 10
Two weeks, that is how long Tony had been under Maloof's control, never once did Maloof's gaze stray from Tony.
Every day Tony would wake up in the basic accommodation supplied by Drake, he would go for a run then attend physical therapy classes, slowly trying to reconstruct the muscle in his damaged arm and chest. Then during the afternoon Maloof had pulled some strings allowing Tony to work with the armoury, cleaning but most importantly firing the weapons, he also spent afternoons down at Bomb Disposal learning how to deal with, but most importantly construct IED's.
Tony needed to learn everything again, everything needed a new one handed technique, but he was getting there, all it took was time. And during the evenings Tony would be called to Maloof's office, they would sit and talk about the injustice of the military, how the Americans and British discard their troops, no care for them. They talked about how revenge must be had, Maloof was turning Tony into his toy terrorist.
That night the pair sat in silence, each cradling a glass of Jameson's Irish Whiskey. Tony studied Maloof carefully, the man lounged back in his plush red leather chair, his black hair was swept back and his deep chestnut eyes stared at the auburn liquid before him. Tony was wearing a pale blue, Royal Navy shirt and black trousers.
It was Maloof who finally broke the comfortable silence "Have you ever been in love Hunt?"
"Twice sir." Tony replied.
"I mean, truly, deeply in love, meaning that you would cross oceans to find her, fight off anybody who tried to hurt her, you find your second half, any when she's gone you are no longer complete…" Maloof took another sip of his drink.
Tony thought for a moment, before deciding that perhaps it would be best to tell the truth "Once."
"What happened?"
"She left when my life turned to shit, found some handsome fighter pilot down in Miami, someone who had a pay cheque, someone whose face wasn't warped and hideous."
"And you know who caused you all this pain?" Maloof asked
"The Marine Corp"
"And who controls the Marine Corp?"
"The government."
"And you know what you need in order to feel complete again?"
"Revenge." And what scared Tony, was the fact he was answering, the longer he spent with Maloof the more he felt his morals being twisted, rage was building up inside him and he didn't know what to do with it. His whole life had just been turned upside down and then he was forced back under, forced to play somebody else when he was unsure of who he really was. Tony needed to get out soon, because the longer he spent under, the harder it was to separate Anthony DiNozzo from Jason Hunt, they were becoming the same person, terrorism and all.
"Are you ready Hunt?" Maloof asked.
"Always." Tony replied.
"We will strike fear into our enemies Hunt, me and you."
"When sir,"
"Soon, very soon." Maloof returned the glass to his lips and took a long swig of his drink.
The pair stayed quiet for a while, both allowing their minds to wander.
"Do you know what the Navy does here in Devonport Hunt?"
"I feel there are several answers to that question sir."
"What does America do with the unused reactor of a decommissioned submarine Hunt?"
"The submarine is sent is checked for radiation, the nuclear fuel is removed from the reactor and sent to Idaho for processing. The nuclear reactor compartments are cut out, carefully sealed and taken to an approved disposal site in Washington State. After the submarine's hazardous materials are properly removed and disposed of, the submarines are then stored at Puget Sound Naval Shipyard in Bremerton, Washington where they are eventually cut up and the various metals recycled."
"Yes, the Americans bury the reactors, on an Indian reserve." Tony nodded slowly and Maloof continued "You see, the British can't do that, we don't have anywhere we can keep the reactors. Hell we barely have enough room for landfill sites. So do you know what the Navy does?"
"No sir." Tony replied
"Nothing, they just sit them here, in Devonport, unsure of what to do with them, so they just sit them in a dock, leaving them their, rich for the picking." Every few months dockies go aboard and collect radioactive material from the submarines, and they just leave them in containers, lying about the base?"
"Where sir?"
"Down in the nuclear submarine part of the dock, every few mounths they have tests, emergency evacuations, that's when we'll strike.
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That night Tony burst through the door of Alex's small home.
"Tony what the hell are you doing here?" Alex exclaimed
"I know what he's doing, I know what that psycho Maloof is planning!"
"Tony sit down."
"He's building a dirty bomb Alex!" "He's building two fucking dirty bombs, and he's going to set one of in America and one here!"