Interrogation
Time lost all meaning. I had no idea of for how long or how far we'd travelled. It could have been next door or half way around the world. When we stopped I was taken in a lift to another level. Up or down I didn't know. There my captor sat me in a chair and bound my arms and legs with steel manacles.
Then with a laugh, that I could only describe as pure evil, he put his hands to his throat and started peeling away his face. He was wearing a mask.
The face beneath was menacing. His natural eyebrows were just as heavy and capped oriental eyes. His bald head reflected the solitary spotlight that shone into my eyes. His lips, thick and hungry, leered at me.
It was then I became really frightened.
He left me alone for a while. Alone with my thoughts and fears. What did he want with me? What would he do to me?
The room bare - except for my chair, the light, and the door - told me nothing of his plans. The steel walls told me yelling for help would be futile.
When he returned he was dressed in golden oriental robes. His ornamental (I hoped) sword sparkled with gold and jewels. To my mind he looked like the villain in a cheap James Bond movie ripoff.
"I have brought you here to supply me with information that you possess. It was you who travelled on the flight deck of Thunderbird Two."
I'd already guessed that this was his intent, so said nothing.
"We," he continued on, "can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is easy for both of us. The hard way..." he paused for effect, delighting in his own theatricality, "is hard on you. It is your choice."
I maintained my silence.
"Very well. We will start with the easy way...The members of International Rescue that you met. What are their names?"
"I - don't - know." I dragged the words out. They were wooden, robotic and unconvincing, but I was proud of them. He didn't have a complete hold on me after all. Maybe the effects of his hypnosis were starting to wear off.
"Lies!" he shouted and slammed his hand on my arm. I jumped, winced and said nothing.
"I repeat. What are their names?"
"I - do - not - know."
"You are making things difficult for yourself. I will get the information I crave - One way or another."
I swallowed.
"Perhaps we will try an easier question. How did you get to Anderson City?"
Keep one thought in mind. "My name is 1 2."
"What craft did you arrive on?"
"My name is 1 2." One thought only.
He carried on relentlessly asking me questions. About Thunderbird Two and her crew. Always I answered with the same words. "My name is 1 2."
Eventually he threw his hand up in the air. "Pah. I am wasting time." He rounded on me again and thrust his face close to mine. His breath stunk and tried not to wrinkle my nose in disgust. "I tried to make it easy for you, my friend. Now I shall go get a few items to aid me in my work." With a maniacal laugh he left the room.
International Rescue. Where are you when I need you?
Time lost all meaning. I had no idea of for how long or how far we'd travelled. It could have been next door or half way around the world. When we stopped I was taken in a lift to another level. Up or down I didn't know. There my captor sat me in a chair and bound my arms and legs with steel manacles.
Then with a laugh, that I could only describe as pure evil, he put his hands to his throat and started peeling away his face. He was wearing a mask.
The face beneath was menacing. His natural eyebrows were just as heavy and capped oriental eyes. His bald head reflected the solitary spotlight that shone into my eyes. His lips, thick and hungry, leered at me.
It was then I became really frightened.
He left me alone for a while. Alone with my thoughts and fears. What did he want with me? What would he do to me?
The room bare - except for my chair, the light, and the door - told me nothing of his plans. The steel walls told me yelling for help would be futile.
When he returned he was dressed in golden oriental robes. His ornamental (I hoped) sword sparkled with gold and jewels. To my mind he looked like the villain in a cheap James Bond movie ripoff.
"I have brought you here to supply me with information that you possess. It was you who travelled on the flight deck of Thunderbird Two."
I'd already guessed that this was his intent, so said nothing.
"We," he continued on, "can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is easy for both of us. The hard way..." he paused for effect, delighting in his own theatricality, "is hard on you. It is your choice."
I maintained my silence.
"Very well. We will start with the easy way...The members of International Rescue that you met. What are their names?"
"I - don't - know." I dragged the words out. They were wooden, robotic and unconvincing, but I was proud of them. He didn't have a complete hold on me after all. Maybe the effects of his hypnosis were starting to wear off.
"Lies!" he shouted and slammed his hand on my arm. I jumped, winced and said nothing.
"I repeat. What are their names?"
"I - do - not - know."
"You are making things difficult for yourself. I will get the information I crave - One way or another."
I swallowed.
"Perhaps we will try an easier question. How did you get to Anderson City?"
Keep one thought in mind. "My name is 1 2."
"What craft did you arrive on?"
"My name is 1 2." One thought only.
He carried on relentlessly asking me questions. About Thunderbird Two and her crew. Always I answered with the same words. "My name is 1 2."
Eventually he threw his hand up in the air. "Pah. I am wasting time." He rounded on me again and thrust his face close to mine. His breath stunk and tried not to wrinkle my nose in disgust. "I tried to make it easy for you, my friend. Now I shall go get a few items to aid me in my work." With a maniacal laugh he left the room.
International Rescue. Where are you when I need you?