Dudley saw blurred lights passing by. He was carried on a stretcher through a long hallway. Unable to move, weak and tired but somehow satisfied. They had sedated him earlier because he was so mad that he beat up agents Nuts.
"This bastard deserved it" said Dudley slobbering to himself. The stretcher turned left and began to slow down until it stopped. "So, agent Puppy. We will bring you into a nice warm cell where you can calm down." Someone said.
Dudley couldn´t recognize the voice and also the look at the person didn´t make it better. Dudley saw just a big white stain. "Okay big white mass" giggled Dudley. Almost no longer in control of himself he was laid on a soft bed.
The last thing Dudley noticed was that the 'white mass' was locking the door behind it. He was too weak to move so he closed his eyes and fall asleep. "I need rest. Rest is the best. Hihi…"
Meanwhile in the office Kitty was still talking to Keswick. "You never heard of the kappa-wing?"
"No, what is it?" she asked tilting her head.
"Well, it´s some kind of cell complex. We don´t use it. It´s just for the supreme c..c..command. They mostly bring prisoners there after they got a sp.. sp.. special treatment." The scientist explained what confused Kitty.
"Special treatment?"
"I´m afraid if you haven´t h.. h.. heard of it your security clearance is to low. I can´t tell you more a.. a.. agent Katswell. It´s top secret."
"You could almost think that you torture prisoners down there." Kitty laughed but as Keswick didn´t join her laughter what made her realize it. "Oh my god you´re really torture them, aren´t you?"
"Shhh. A.. a.. agent Katswell, be quiet." He hissed. "As I said, that's top secret."
"Tell me more about this or I´ll shout it through the office."
"Okay, but not here. Follow me." She followed Keswick through the office to the lab. Keswick walked into the corner where the pile of newspapers was. He sat down on it.
"Okay, now tell me. Why are WE torturing people? I thought, we are the good guys!"
Keswick began to laugh in view of so much naivety. "Oh your so c..c..cute Kitty. What do you think where we get the most intel for our cases?"
"From interrogations, because torture is unethical!" Kitty said in a know-it-all manner.
Keswick started to laugh louder. "Unethical. That's the b..b..best! Do you really think that we would gain any information just by talking to the people? If someone was for e..e..example in a gulag he won´t tell you anything in a nice face to face talk. Sometimes a n..n..nail have to be ripped out or a tooth or both at the same time. There is a funny story about that when the blood…"
"I don´t want to hear it" she interrupted him. Torture at T.U.F.F.! That was something she didn´t want to hear about. Especially no pseudo funny tales out of the blood dungeon. "And what are they doing to Dudley?"
"Whatever the T.U.F.F. supreme command says. But I think he´ll just have to stay there till he´s mentally more stable." Keswick explained and then added mumbling. "At least I hope that."
"You hope?!"
"I´ve told you already too much. Please leave the lab now. I have to do some science." Keswick pulled an old mp3-player out of his breast pocket and plugged his ears with the ear buds.
Kitty just stared unbelieving at Keswick. Finally she to come to a conclusion "I have to get Dudley out of there… but I´ll need some help. And a plan…"
In the meantime woke Dudley after a few hours of intensive sleep.
He pressed both of his hands against his forehead. "Ohww… My skull explodes!" He stood up and walked to the little white sink which looked like a standard prison cell sink. He splashed water in his face. It worked at least a bit, he felt much clearer after that.
"Where am I?" Dudley looked around. He was in some kind of cell. The different between this and a normal prison cell was that this one was completely white. "You put a white dog in a white cell…" And as he wondered if they can even see him in this cell somebody opened the door.
"Mr. Puppy? Would you be so kindly to follow me? We have some questions for you."
"But I always failed in tests." The big guy in his white clothes laughed. His voice sounded like the voice of the big white stain he saw in his drug delirium.
The guy turned around and walked ahead. Dudley followed him. What else should he do? If he tried to resist against the guy reinforcement would come and force him to follow. Also he didn´t know where he was what made an escape almost impossible. And as he accessed the corridor he saw that his decision was right.
A long white hallway without any doors or windows lay ahead of him. He and the guy walked awhile. Dudley tried in this time to tease out some information of the guy. But the guy didn´t even answered him the simplest question like "Where are we?" or "Who are you?" So he finally gave in.
Dudley was led in an interrogation room that was similar to that he sat several hours ago.
"Sit down, Mr. Puppy, someone will soon take care of you." He did as he was told and began to wave his hand to the mirror in front of him because he knew exactly that someone is watching him form the other side of it.
The chief stood on the other side and watched Dudley sad.
'Poor Dudley' he thought. The phone on the table on which the chief stood rang. He answered it "Chief here. Commander?! … Yes. He´s here… Yes Sir, he worked with Snaptrap but I don´t think … Yes he beat up one of our agents but … No he´s not a sleeper or double agent he just… But Sir! … Understood." Gritting his teeth the chief hung up the phone.
He touched his temples with his fingers and began to knead them. "What´s wrong chief?" Asked an old grey squirrel that appeared behind him. It wore a shabby coat and a hat that to suited this coat. Except for his old well-worn clothes he had something that could even send a chill down the spine of the hardest guy.
Even I have to admit that this guy has a really special, well, a layman would call it aura.
"I´m just sick of taking orders Mel. That´s all." The chief sighed.
The squirrel grinned. "Well you are an agent, that´s your job. Anyway, what does the commander want me to do to this guy?"
"His name is Dudley Puppy" replied the chief angrily. "And the commander said that we should use the 'standard sleeper procedure'"
"It´s been awhile since our last sleeper, isn´t it?" Mel chuckled. "But it´ll be a pleasure for me to press all information out of Mr. Puppy"
It was really disgusting for the chief to see how glad Mel was about the imminence inquisition. The squirrel walked out of room and headed for the interrogation room.
"Forgive us, agent Puppy. Forgive us…" On the other side of the window Mel just entered the room.
He carried an old toolbox with him. Wordless he walked over to Dudley and tied him to his chair with a chain. Dudley was a bit worried about this but he didn´t struggle against chaining.
"So Mr. Puppy." began Mel. "You and Snaptrap. Tell me!"
"I´ve already told the chief about that." Mel smiled wide as he heard that because that were the words he wanted to hear. He walked to the toolbox and picked a pipe wrench out of it.
"And you won´t change your mind?"
"Uhm… No."
"Wonderful." Mel lunged out and hit the pipe wrench hard on Dudley´s right hand making the dog howl in pains. "What about now?"
"I already told you everything. Leave me alone!"
"No" said Mel bald and beat on the same spot on Dudley´s hand again.
"What´s wrong with you?!" cried Dudley.
"Nothing, I´m just doing my job!" Laughed Mel and went back to his toolbox. This time he came back with a Taser in his hand. "Well Mr. Puppy, usually you would get an injection from me and I would say that it is a dangerous poison and that I´m the only one with the antidote and that you would just get it from me if you talk but this time I skip this part. Even if it is the funniest part of the inquiry because I´m not giving inject them poison. No, just saline solution. But they believe it´s poison and then you mention some symptoms and they begin to imagine these symptoms. You wouldn't believe how often this works." He laughed like he heard a good joke.
"Ahhh… Anyway here I have a Taser and I ask you the same question again."
"But I…" Mel pressed the Taser on Dudley´s throat before he could finish. Current pulse passed through Dudley´s body. He screamed with pain.
"Please…" the dog begged but Mel showed no mercy.
"WRONG!" He pulled the trigger of the Taser again and held it until Dudley passed out.
"Pathetic." Mel took his communicator out his pocket. "Randy. Bring Mr. Puppy back to his cell. You can bring him back if he wakes up again."
On the other side of the window chief had averted his eyes from the scene. But no mateer if he had turned away or ran out of the room, Dudley´s screams, that echoed in his head, were like stabs in his heart. Dudley was for the chief the childish, crazy and adorable son he never had.
"I´m so sick of taking orders from these uninvolved bastards! They don´t even know what he is through. Dudley is no sleeper or double agent. I need to get him out of here before this psychopathic squirrel kills him." Thought the chief "But I´ll need some help. And a plan…"