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Consciousness was bit by bit trickling in, eating away at the darkness enveloping his mind. Sound was the first thing he noticed, the soft drips of water, sounds of screams in a far off location, a constant sound of roars that he finally figured out as freeway traffic.
Pain was the second thing he registered. There were pain from the heavy manacles around his wrists and ankles. His shoulders were aching wrenched up over his head, with his hands secured to a pipe overhead, his arms bearing his entire weight. He was chained up with his toes barely grazing the floor, his feet secured to a bolt set in the ground. There was little chance of freeing himself, especially since he had been unconscious for too long and he has long since lost the feelings to his fingers.
There was a throbbing ache gripping his brain, an after effect of the concussive grenade. There was also a stabbing pain to his side, making it difficult for him to breathe in deeply. He suspected that one or several of the hostiles had kicked him in the ribs after he lost consciousness, most likely breaking or fracturing several ribs. At least he didn't think the broken ribs punctured a lung.
He slowly raised his head, gritting his teeth to block out the throbbing pain in his skull and took inventory of the room. He was in what appeared to be an empty warehouse. There was a light directly trained over him, but very little light elsewhere making it hard for him to gage the size of the room.
While he was unconscious, he had been transported to a different location. The backup team dispatched to the mission site will not find him there. He hopes the comm tracker was still active and Section would be able to locate him.
What he didn't know was why the terrorist decided to keep him alive. Most likely they wanted to interrogate him to find out who he worked for. He also didn't know what happened to Ivan. He remembered the distant sound of screams and hope fervently that the sound came from Ivan. He might be in pain and being tortured, but at least that means he was still alive. He heard the crunch of incoming footsteps, and forced all the pain and fear to the back of his mind, and wiped all expressions from his face.
By the time the two terrorists stepped up in front of him, it was a blank mask that greeted them. They were taken aback briefly, shocked that one that seemed so young was staring at them coldly, without any hint of fear.
Dimitri studied the two terrorists dispassionately. One was older and was obviously the one that would be leading the interrogation. The other guy was beefier and taller, wiping his bloodied knuckles with a rag while he stared at Dimitri with a sneer on his face.
The older one started speaking: "We've already talked to your colleague. It seems he was reluctant to give us much information. He's now in the hands of our top expert. By the time she is through, he will wish he'd never been born."
As if underscoring the interrogator's point, he heard another distant scream. From this distance, it was difficult to tell if it was Ivan's voice or not.
He focused his attention to the interrogator as he spoke again: "Maybe you will prove to be smarter and cooperate with us."
He gave zero reaction to the man's words, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction.
The interrogator began: "What is your name."
At Dimitri's silence, the interrogator nodded to the other man. The bruiser walked up to him, cracking his knuckles as he came with an evil grin on his face. The bruiser backhanded him viciously several times, causing his head to ring in pain and compounding the various aches and pain already threatening to envelop him completely. He consciously kept his body loose to go with the flow of the strikes, to loosen its impact slightly. It didn't make the strikes any less painful or easier to bear.
The interrogator called a halt to the strikes and the bruiser stepped back, bouncing with eagerness to recommence the beating. The older man stepped up close to him and he raised his head to look dispassionately back at him. His detached stare seemed to stun the man momentarily.
"I ask you again, what is your name?"
At his continued silence, the interrogator gave a huff of disgust and spoke to the bruiser: "See if you can get him to talk."
The interrogator left the room, leaving him with the overzealous bruiser. He thought wryly to himself, this will be unpleasant. The predication immediately came to fruition as the bruiser punched him hard, breaking his nose.
By the time the interrogator reappeared, there wasn't an inch of Dimitri that hadn't been pummeled by the bruiser. If he had been able to string together a coherent thought, he would have complimented the man for his thoroughness. As it was, it was all he could do to stay conscious and not visibly react to the pain.
Not all pain could be hidden and the bruiser had noticed him wincing when his right side was being punched. The bruiser quickly deuced that his ribs were injured and proceeded to concentrate his blows on that side until they both heard the sickening crunch of broken bones. Thankfully he had stopped his attack on that side since further damage would have resulted in a punctured lung and put him out of commission before his boss was done interrogating him.
The interrogator called his lackey back and the strikes mercifully stopped. Dimitri hung with his head down between his shoulders, taking shallow breathes to avoid injuring himself further. He did not bother to meet the interrogator's gaze since that would require too much effort.
Not satisfied with the prisoner's lack of response, the interrogator stepped up and gripped the prisoner's hair and roughly pulled his head up to meet his gaze. He was shocked to find the same blank stare looking back at him. Despite the blood running down his broken nose and the various bruises and one spectacularly swollen and bruised eye socket, the man may just as well have been doing mundane paperwork instead of being beaten within an inch of his life.
He let go of the prisoner's head abruptly and stepped back. "I have good news and bad news for you. Your colleague broke and told us everything he knows. Unfortunately, it seems he's not high enough in the food chain to know what's really going on. The good news is that he fingered you to be in the know. The bad news is now we will have to redouble our effort to get you to talk."
At the prisoner's continued silence the interrogator continued: "You don't believe me? His name is Ivan. He told us your name is Dimitri and you both work for Section One. He also told us that you were the team leader for that strike against our compound that killed 14 of our men, all good men who are worth a thousand of you. We will relish taking our anger out on you if you don't cooperate."
The lack of response from the prisoner was really starting to irritate him. He barked out an order to his colleague: "Hold his head up."
The man walked around the prisoner before jerking his head backwards so that he faced the interrogator. Once again, he was met by a dispassionate stare by the young man. Irritated beyond reasoning, he step forward and backhanded Dimitri. The bruiser's hold on his head prevented him from moving with the strike. The prisoner did not visibly react to the strike except for a brief reddening of the already bruised cheek.
The interrogator stepped back from the prisoner and glared before asking: "How did you find the location of our substation?"
Dimitri did not respond to the question. He starts picturing the various ways he would extinguish the man's insignificant life once he was freed.
"Answer me! How did you find the location of that camp?"
Dimitri idly thought that while the bruiser had been through and could be commended for his work, the interrogator lack the patience of finesse to be effect in his chosen line of work. He continued watching the man coolly as the interrogator became visibly upset, with tell tale signs of reddening face, gnashing teeth, and clenched fists.
"I promise you that what you've just experienced will be nothing compared to what we will do if you don't cooperate."
Dimitri started calculating the maximum allowance of time it would take for the back-up team and housekeeping to determine that he and Ivan were missing and begin a search for the missing operative. Depending on the amount of time he was unconscious, he predicted a maximum time of 24 hours from the time of the mission to launching a secondary attack.
Assuming that Section wouldn't just hang them out to dry that is. Fortunately, he still had the thumb drive he downloaded from the computer at the destroyed substation which made the odds of Section launching a retrieval mission more likely.
The interrogator had reached the end of his patience and viciously kicked the prisoner in the balls. He grinned with mirth as the prisoner jerked and gasped out loud while the blank mask fell away, twisted by pain. All too soon the pain faded from the prisoner's face to be replaced by the familiar blank mask.
He looked at the larger man still holding the prisoner's head back and barked out an order: "Prep him for the electrodes."
An eternity later, Dimitri struggled to keep from passing out or throwing up as another shock was sent through the electrodes straight into his tender balls, which the electrodes were attached to. He was secured into a wooden chair completely naked with electrodes attached to his temples, nipples, over his heart, and to his balls.
The grin on the bruiser's face has long sense faded at the continued lack of reaction from the prisoner, other than the occasional grimace of pain. If he hadn't checked the output, giving himself a nice jarring shock, he would have thought the RT unit was defective. The prisoner was simply robbing all enjoyment he normally received from inflicting pain to others with his stoic reaction.
The interrogator arrived back in the room and nodded toward his colleague to stop. "Let's see if you're ready to talk, Dimitri. Do you want to tell me how you found the location of the substation?"
At the prisoner's lack of reaction, he nodded at his colleague who step forward and jerk Dimitri's head up again to meet his gaze. Other than more bruising and blood trickling out of both his ears, the prisoner's lack of expression indicated how far from breaking he still was.
Infuriated, the interrogator cranked the voltage up in the RT unit and pressed down hard on the trigger. The bruiser barely had time to let go of Dimitri's hair and jump back before the voltage slammed into the prisoner. Dimitri jerked in his seat from the massive shock to his system, but otherwise had no reaction to the torture.
The interrogator continued to press down on the activation switch for long intervals, letting go briefly to allow the prisoner to register the aftershocks, before turning the switch on again. After 10 long minutes of continuous shocks, the prisoner pitched forward as far as his restraints, apparently in a dead faint.
The interrogator turned to his colleague and said with disgust: "Wake him up."
The bruiser jerked Dimitri head up and slapped him a few times. At the lack of reaction, he checked the prisoner's pulse, finding none. He looked up and nervously informed the older man: "There's no pulse."
The man had been in the process of leaving the room. At the announcement he turned back and raged at him: "Get him back!"
"How?"
"He's wired to all that electrodes, shock him again."
He moved to the RT unit and dialed the voltage back and began shocking the prisoner. They watched the prisoner with bated breathes for several long minutes, before the prisoner began breathing on his own. They both let out relieved breaths as the prisoner started stirring and waking up.
"Let him rest a little while to notice all the pain he should be in. We'll come back once he's had a chance to really feel the bruises."
The two left to brainstorm about how to break this difficult prisoner.
Dimitri woke up to throbbing pain over every inch of his body, but primarily concentrated in his head, groin, and ribs. Most alarmingly was the pain in his chest and he felt his heart fluttering with uneven beats. He suspected that he had more than passed out during the last torture session.
He was alone in the room, but still strapped to all the electrodes. He wondered how long he had been unconscious. Judging by the stiffness of his joints, he figured he had been out for almost an hour. It has almost been 24 hours since the failed mission to destroy the substation.
Unless his tracker has somehow been disabled, which was a possibility with all the electroshocks, it was starting to look more likely that Section can't locate him or has given them up for dead. He would have to find his own way out of the situation he was in.
Dimitri heard footsteps approaching and looked up as two more men brought another chair into the room. One of the men came toward him to remove the electrodes attached to his body and took the RT unit over to the other chair.
He worked on keeping his face blank as the bruiser and interrogator entered the room, dragging a bleeding and bruised Ivan in their wake. Dimitri watched as Ivan's clothes were removed and the tall man being strapped to the chair. Dimitri turned his gaze straight ahead as the bruiser proceeded to attached electrodes to Ivan. It was obvious that they intend to torture Ivan in front of him to motivate him to talk. He tried to block out Ivan's pleas to the merciless terrorists.
Ivan: "Please don't! I'll tell you anything I know."
Interrogator: "You already have. Unfortunately, you don't have the information that we need."
Ivan: "Then why are you doing this?"
Interrogator: "We're hoping your colleague here will be more affected by you being tortured then to his own pain." To the bruiser: "Shock him."
Dimitri kept his face blank, trying not to react as Ivan screamed as the electric shock was sent through the electrodes. The interrogator stood directly in front of him with a gloating expression on his face. Dimitri looked unemotionally back at him as Ivan screamed again.
The grin on the other man's face gradually faded at Dimitri's continued lack of response. He turned to his colleague and ordered: "Turn up the voltage and shock him again."
Ivan: "No please! ARGGHHHHH!"
Dimitri tried in vain to ignore the other man's pain, bleeding on the inside that he was the cause. Neither of them was likely to make it out alive. It pained him to know that Ivan's last moments would be filled with hurt because he was unwilling and incapable to giving in to the terrorist's demands.
The RT unit was mercifully turned off and the room was silent except for Ivan's silent weeping. The interrogator step in front of him again and Dimitri steeled his resolve and gave him another blank stare, revealing none of the turmoil he was feeling.
The interrogator gave him a hard glare and announced to the room: "We'll leave these two alone for a moment."
As soon as the room was cleared, Dimitri started testing the security bindings. The tough leather was bound too tight around his wrists and ankles, and the arms of the chair were too sturdy and heavy for him to rip apart. The chair was bolted to the floor, making it impossible for him to throw himself backwards to hopefully break the chair.
His chair was bolted to the floor, but Ivan's chair was brought into the room. He looked over to Ivan who was still softly sobbing. They were most likely being monitored and any moves they make to free themselves would be noticed immediately. The only chance of escape is if Ivan manages to break the chair, escape, and notify Section. Hopefully if he was successful, Dimitri would still be alive when the rescue party arrived.
He didn't know Ivan's overall mental and physical state though, judging by the screams he heard earlier and the fact that he had broken already. He might be in no shape to stage an escape. It was their only chance though.
He softly called out to Ivan: "Ivan, are you alright?"
Ivan raised his head slowly and met his gaze with pain filled eyes. He struggled but managed a crooked grin: "I've been better."
"Can you get out of the chair?"
"What?"
"If you throw yourself back, you might be able to break the chair and get loose. You can try to leave on the northeast corner. I noticed fresh breeze coming that direction earlier and some men going there to smoke."
"What about you?"
"I'll be here after you notified Section."
"It's too risky."
"It's our only chance."
"Why don't you just tell them what they want to know?"
"I can't."
"They're going to kill us."
"They're going to kill us either way."
"Then why not make it easier on yourself."
Dimitri shook his head as Ivan begged. "I can't."
"Please, Dimitri. I don't want to get shocked again. That f**king hurt!"
"Yes, I know."
Ivan paused to take in Dimitri's naked form. There were black and blue bruises covering almost every inch of his skin. His nose was swollen and bleeding, as well one eye that was swollen completely shut. The other eye was clearly visible under the light and they showed a calm resolve. Ivan studied Dimitri closely and knew that he would never crack under the pressure, no matter the incentive. Dimitri would die first before he gives the terrorist any information.
Ivan: "Guards!"
Dimitri jerked slightly in surprise when Ivan called out to the guards. The interrogator entered with the bruiser and the two other goons who had brought the other chair in.
Ivan: "He's never going to crack. This is a waste of time."
Interrogator: "Are you sure?"
Ivan: "Yes."
Interrogator to the bruiser: "Un-cuff him."
Dimitri watched in barely concealed shock as Ivan was released from the chair and clothes handed to him. Ivan moved easily, indicating that the various bruises and cuts showing on his body were just disguises instead of actual injury.
Interrogator to Ivan: "What should we do with him?"
Ivan: "Lock him up and let me think up something."
Ivan left the room, leaving Dimitri reeling from the revelation that his friend, the only one inside Section that he considered a friend, had betrayed him.
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