The World Needs More Grimm
Chapter 24
Russian Stubbornness
It is 10:29pm on Friday March 13th 2020.
Josh, Trubel, Irving & Davis have left the warehouse in Upstate New York belonging to Ted Baxter.
Their backup team has already arrived at the interrogation facility with the Malin Fatal, Karl Borski, who is now handcuffed to a table inside interrogation room 2.
Josh, Trubel, Irving & Davis arrive through the thick door of the interrogation facility. Josh and Trubel are keeping a close watch on a still injured Ken Davis.
Trubel turns and looks at him somewhat apologetically. "Sorry Davis, I get first dibs." She says with conviction.
Davis lets out a resigned sigh. "I know Trubel." He says.
Josh now turns to face him. "Davis we have a cot in room #10 for you to rest. Follow me." He instructs.
Davis slowly follows behind Josh. "Thanks Porter." He says with a tired smile.
Josh gets Davis settled in and returns to the large group in the makeshift command center.
Josh approaches the back-up team. "Hey guys, thanks for your help. I think we are good now. You can all return to HW NYC." He informs them.
The lead Pflichttreue nods at Josh. "You're welcome Porter. Let me know if you need help again." He says.
With that, the back-up team exits through the thick door of the interrogation facility.
Trubel wastes no time. She quickly enters interrogation room #2.
She begins by attempting to use the same tactics that worked on Ben Peters. She removes her machete and places it on the table at the opposite end of the room. The intimidating slicing noise of the blade can be heard by Karl Borski, loud and clear.
Trubel turns around to face him.
He's zoning out. He appears dazed and confused.
"Mr. Karl Borski." She says confidently. "You're a long way from home. Why don't you tell me all about what you were doing at the warehouse?" She gives him an out.
He doesn't flinch. He continues staring straight ahead, appearing dazed and confused.
Trubel nods. "Ah, I see. The silent treatment." Trubel scoffs. "That's not going to work with me. I would tell you about the last Wesen that tried that—but—it's gruesome. Let's save that story for later." She says darkly.
He's not fazed one bit. Trubel moves in closer, leaning over to stare him right in the face.
"Russian Stubbornness. I get it." Trubel scoffs. "I'm sure there's SOME way I'll get under your skin." She says with conviction.
He still doesn't respond. He doesn't even move. He barely even breathes.
Trubel is perturbed by his lack of response. He doesn't acknowledge she's even in the room.
After 15 minutes of the silent treatment, Trubel has had enough. She brings the interrogation up a notch.
Trubel looks at him darkly. "I'll give you one more chance Mr. Borski. Tell me what you were doing at that warehouse! And where is Oscar Torres and Stan Lewis?" She yells.
Mr. Borski is revealing himself to be an extremely stubborn Wesen. He begins mumbling, the same phrase, repeatedly, in Russian.
After a moment, Trubel realizes he must be reciting some sort of prayer, even though she doesn't understand the words.
He continues staring straight ahead, reciting his prayer, in Russian.
Trubel attempts to break his concentration by threatening finger dismemberment.
He won't budge. He continues reciting—almost chanting the same prayer over and over, and in the process, retreating into himself.
Trubel is DONE. She grabs her machete from the table. He doesn't even look at it, or her.
Suddenly, Trubel pierces his hand with the tip of her machete.
It breaks him out of the trance—and his repetitious prayer. However, other than yelling in pain, he doesn't speak.
He shows amazing control of his emotions. He doesn't woge either.
Trubel quickly brings her machete up to his neck. He still doesn't flinch.
After more than 3 hours of getting nowhere, she grabs his head and forces him to look her right in the eyes.
"You'll regret this, I promise you. I WILL find a way to get you to talk." She smiles darkly. "But before I do that, I'm sending in the other Grimm." She pretends her face lights up with a thought right front of him. "I got a better idea! MY PARTNER, Davis, who you almost killed. I can assure you he won't be as nice as I am." She watches his reaction.
To her disappointment, Mr. Borski doesn't look back at her and still doesn't speak a word.
Saturday March 14th 2020, 1:56am.
Trubel leaves Mr. Borski alone to join Josh & Irving sitting in the makeshift command center.
Trubel lets out a deep sigh as she sits next to Josh. "I can't crack him." She confesses, somewhat embarrassed.
Josh is surprised. "Really? Did you find out anything?" He asks.
Trubel shakes her head. "Nope." She admits. "He kept reciting some sort of prayer over and over—in Russian." She reveals.
Josh is intrigued. "Do you think it means anything?" He asks.
Trubel looks at him. "No, I really don't think so. But we should at least translate what he was saying, just in case." She adds.
Irving speaks up. "I can help with that Trubel." He pauses and looks at her. "You want me to try interrogating him next?" He asks.
Trubel looks at him. "No, let him be for now. Maybe the pain will sink in and he'll come around." She hints at his injury.
Josh looks at her. "I'm more than happy to cut off some fingers." He gets a curious look on his face. "That is—unless you already did." He says, almost afraid of the answer.
Trubel shakes her head. "No, he only got the tip of my machete." She reveals. Her eyes go dark. "I don't think any more questioning will work. At this point he's not caring whether he lives or dies. That's not good for an interrogation." She says, matter-of-factly.
Irving smiles slightly. "No it isn't." Apparently he has been through a similar situation in the past.
Josh looks at her. "Trubel, Matthews came up with another lead." He tells her.
Trubel appears distracted. "Alright, what is it?" She asks, only half-listening.
Josh smiles slightly. "Both vehicles are registered to Anna Borski." He tells her.
Trubel snaps to attention. "Ok. Wife? Or another relative?" She asks.
"Wife, and not estranged so she must be aware of what he was doing." Josh says.
Her eyes light up. "Well now, I have some leverage to use against him." She says.
Josh nods. "Yes, and she's a Malin Fatal also. She runs a textile factory in Upstate New York." Josh reveals.
Trubel ponders briefly. "I think she's key to getting under Karl's skin. We should bring her in right away. Let him suffer in pain for now." She decides.
Irving nods. "I'll stay back here guys. You know, keep an eye on Davis & Mr. Borski." He offers.
Josh and Trubel both nod to acknowledge Irving.
Josh ponders a moment. He then looks at Trubel. "Should we worry about Mr. Borski bleeding to death? Dead Wesen don't talk." He asks, slightly smiling.
Trubel returns the look. "He's fine Josh. His hand stopped bleeding before I even left the room." She explains.
Josh nods. "Alright." He ponders a moment, then looks at her again. "Matthews sent me the address of this textile factory, and she's monitoring Anna Borski's cell phone. She'll call me as soon as she uses it." He explains.
Trubel sighs. "Alright Josh." She's already thinking ahead to Anna Borski and the textile factory.
Josh now stands. "Let's head out now then." He says to her.
Trubel can't hide her anticipation for their next move. "Ok." She replies as she stands up.
They both leave together through the same thick door they entered.
END OF CHAPTER 24
