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Chapter 52
Adversaries and Lovers
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Elvis was stood intently studying his adversary through the two-way mirrored window. DaChand could not see him, but Elvis was mentally cataloguing every nuance of his behavior. Baxter and Spanner entered the small booth. Elvis afforded his superior his due respect, standing at attention. "Relax," came Baxter's voice as he and Spanner made their way to the window alongside Elvis. Baxter looked at him, "This should prove interesting." Spanner grinned, his eyes darting towards his boss. Elvis glanced at both men, then proceeded to unlock the door and walked into the interrogation chamber.
DaChand's jaw dropped. "You!" What are you doing here?" He spat out, fidgeting in his seat.
Elvis was stood staring down at him. "A bit rude." He said dryly, throwing a folder down on the table. He pulled out a metal chair, intentionally scraping it on the floor, clearly irritating DeChand. Elvis spun it around and sat down backwards resting his arms on the backrest.
"Better question mate, what are you doin 'ere?"Elvis countered, continuing to stare at his nemesis. The ice cold eye contact unnerved DaChand. He began to blink furiously, eyes darting about. "Am I upsettin ya?" Elvis asked with a smirk.
"Who are you!"DaChand demanded.
"Nobody," Elvis said with such cold venom that DaChand flinched. "But you're gonna tell me all about you." He continued to stare, his chocolate eyes appearing darker and boring into DaChand.
"Fuck you!"
"Nah. That's the wrong attitude mate. Let's start over. You….." Elvis pointed his index finger at him. "Are gonna tell me what the fuck ya were doin in that hospital."
"I do not have to tell you anything!!" DaChand said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Elvis laughed at him. DaChand bristled.
"Of course ya don't 'ave to tell me, but ya will, one way or another." Elvis suddenly stood up and sat down on the table towering over his prey.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
Elvis had to stifle a grin. Did the arsehole just bare his teeth at him? "You decide." Elvis threw back at him.
"You…..you can not do this to me!" DaChand ground out.
Elvis glared at him as if he were an idiot and smirked, "I 'aven't done anythin….yet….but I am lookin forward to it." Elvis stood up abruptly and startled DaChand. "What were ya doin at the hospital?" He just looked away from him. "I read the dispatches. I already know what your orders were." DaChand blanched, licking his dry lips, and then just about sprayed Elvis with spittle.
"You. Know. Nothing!" and tried to stare down his inquisitor but failed miserably. Elvis displayed a snarky smile and began to slowly pace around the room.
"I know you're in a fuckin bad situation 'ere. You're done. Ya ain't goin anywhere but behind iron bars." DaChand's eyes flared then he squinted at Elvis. "Ya trafficked young females. That must make ya feel like a real man." DaChand wanted to kill him, his face distorted with anger. Elvis stared at him, daring him to even blink the wrong way. DaChand pressed his lips together. Elvis sauntered towards him and sat down backwards on the chair again, resting his arms on the backrest and leaned in a little closer.
"You are a prick!"DaChand shouted.
"Yeah. I've 'eard that before." Elvis said with a forced smile. DaChand uttered an expletive under his breath. "Hey, hey, hey! I understand your language pal. The dispatches, remember?" Then he looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about something, "Now, where were we?" He snapped his fingers, "Ah, right. You poisoned medical personnel with Ricin."
"Military!" DaChand snarled.
"Oi! Did ya just admit to a crime?" Elvis' eyes were twinkling. DaChand blinked furiously.
"For the record, the female in intensive care is a civilian. Ya couldn't even handle that job properly."
"Fuck you!"
"What were ya doin at the hospital?"
"A sick visit!"
"Right. And who were ya payin a visit to?"
"None of your fucking business!"
"Wrong. This is my business pal, and I'm damn good at it!" DaChand began to chew his lower lip. "Well?" Elvis pressed. He received a blank expression in return but the eyes fixed on him were clearly riddled with panic. "Look DaChand, or whatever the fuck your name is, I could hang out here for days, but I doubt you could, so rather than let me become bored I suggest ya start talkin."
"Is that a threat?" DaChand said crinkling his nose at Elvis.
"Well pal, from where I'm sittin it sounds like a warnin, but I'm okay with a threat as well. Either way works for me." Elvis said winking at him.
"This is not right!" DaChand said wiping sweat from his brow.
"What's wrong about it?"
"You can not do this to me!"
"Ya know, that's the second time ya brought that up and ya know what? It's still happenin. How do ya think those females felt when they found out ya handed them a pile of bullshit and then were sold off? Now to me, that ain't right!" DaChand squirmed in his seat. "Poisoning folks ain't right either." Elvis stood up and flung the chair aside. He could see DaChand wanted to jump up and thought better of it. Elvis looked like he would pounce on him any second. "What were ya doin at the hospital?" He said harshly and DaChand snarled at him and literally spat on the floor in front of Elvis, who's eyes in turn looked down noting the matter just about missed the toe of his boot. Elvis let out a snarky huff, "When I shoot. I don't miss." DaChand turned crimson and the veins in his neck were engorging he was so incensed by Elvis' continual onslaught. "You've already admitted to poisoning British military and civilians with Ricin. Ya have, not once, denied trafficking females out of Nepal, so let's go for three shall we? What were ya doing at the hospital?"
"I told you paying a sick visit!" DaChand stood up now, clearly losing any remnants of self control.
"Ah, that's right, ya did tell me that. But, at the hospital ya introduced yourself as Doctor Martel." Da Chand turned chalk white and beads of sweat began erupting on his forehead. Elvis' brows lifted and he stifled a grin.
"You said the bitch was your wife!" DaChand said, his voice escalating. Elvis' gut constricted. Did that piece of shit just call Georgie a bitch? The SF commander held his emotions in check.
"Well…..that's wha' I told ya…but…." Elvis said with a shrug. DaChand squinted his eyes and backed away from Elvis, looking around as if seeking a means of escape. Then….
"Gaani would have payed generously for that bitch! He saw the photos of her at the clinic! She owes me! She fucking owes me!" DaChand's face looked as though he would explode. Elvis blinked several times. He was certain his heart stuttered and his hands balled into fists but he did not give that bastard an edge. Instead, he slowly walked towards DaChand, backing him up against a wall. DaChand back-peddled, desparate to get away from him. Elvis was right in his face.
"That's three!!" Elvis snarled at him.
Suddenly the door opened. Baxter and Spanner were quickly in the room as well as military and metro police. In either court of law, DaChand's freedom would vanish. Elvis' jaw was clenching repeatedly, he so wanted to kill the piece of shit right now.
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1300
Elvis walked with purpose as he headed for a meet up with Georgie. She had been released to venture outside and she was thrilled that Elvis was able to join her. He saw her through the glass windows as he reached the door. She was seated in the courtyard at a small table. There were two cups on the table and he knew she brought him a brew to enjoy. DaChand's words kept echoing in his mind and Elvis marveled at himself for not putting a bullet in the bastard's head. How in hell did he know Georgie?
Georgie looked up then and saw him just about ready to open the glass door, her face lit up. Elvis wanted to fling the door open and would not have cared much if it bounced off of it's hinges, but he knew that action would alarm her and that was not his intention. He swiftly made his way to her and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. There were other personnel peppered throughout the courtyard enjoying a break from the work day.
Elvis looked around briefly and then sat down. Georgie could sense it would take him a few moments to relax and she smoothed her hair, then rubbed her thighs, watching Elvis intently. He leaned back in the chair, slouching and sighed deeply. Georgie smiled. "Must feel good to get out from behind four walls," He said.
"You have no idea!" She said pushing his cup toward him.
"Thanks." He said taking the lid off and then taking a sip as he looked at her from over the rim.
"I know ya won't tell me, but did the briefing go well?"
He just looked at her. "I'm on standby. Could get summoned at any moment now." Georgie took a sip of tea. Why did she suddenly feel uncomfortable? Then he started. "George. Ya said ya knew DaChand from the camp in Nepal."
"That's right. He delivered supplies."
"That all he did?" Elvis set his cup down.
"You know he had been arrested for trafficking."
"Indeed. But what else do ya know?"
"What's this all about Elvis?" Georgie sat back in her chair.
Elvis leaned in closer and placed his arms on the table. "Well I just came from interrogatin the fucker and he seemed to 'ave some reason for not likin ya much" Georgie blanched. "What 'appened?" Elvis pressed.
"Shit!" Georgie said looking around.
"Wha?"
Georgie leaned into the table closer to Elvis. "I went after him along with some others."
"You. Went. After him?" Elvis said with a strained voice, punctuating each word.
"He kidnapped those girls Elvis! He had to be stopped!"
"And when did ya become a member of the military police force?"
"Listen. I had to, no one else….."
Elvis cut her off. "Did Charlie know about this?"
"Yes."
"And he allowed it?" Elvis was verging on furious.
"Look. I didn't go alone. Okay?"
"No! No, it's not okay. Fuck sake! Charlie knew about this?"
"Stop it! Yes. Charlie knew. It wasn't his fault."
"Fault? Who said anythin about fault? There was no after action report so I reckon some arm twisted went on."
"Elvis, DaChand was caught. We identified him and that's that." She touched his arm. He stared at her hard.
"Nah. It's loads more than that's that." He said sarcastically. Georgie squinted her eyes. "Don't give me that Lane look," He said wagging his head and throwing himself back in the chair, then leaning in again to keep his voice from carrying, he was so agitated. "Whilst I admire your bollocks Georgie, you became a target."
"Target? What's that supposed to mean?" Elvis raised his eyebrows as if saying, "What do ya think it means?" "Was he going to kill me?"
"In a manner of speakin." Elvis said running a hand down his face. He sure as shit was not going to tell her what the bastard really had in mind for her. Not yet anyway.
"So he's detained now. Surely there isn't a plot to release him again!" Elvis stared at her. DaChand was lucky to still be breathing at the moment.
"Not likely." He said, his expression softening a bit. He reached for her hands and she obliged. When the warmth of their flesh touched it began to diffuse Elvis' ire. He knew Georgie would never stand by and allow innocent folks to be hurt. He loved that about her. But if he had not been in that hospital room when DaChand went after her….. "Do me a favor?"
"What?' She said softly fondling his fingers.
"Leave the reckless bit up to me?" He said with a lop-sided smile. She leaned in pulling him towards her. She half sat up to reach him completely and kissed his mouth. He sat up as well, then they both stood to embrace one another. Suddenly, Elvis' phone vibrated in his back pocket shattering their subtle intimacy. He took the call. "I 'ave to go." He said to Georgie when he ended the call.
"Go? Meaning summoned?" She asked warily. He looked at her with sad eyes. Just when they had a moment together.
"Yeah. Summoned. Incommunicado." He said shoving the phone back into his pocket.
