The SF's escorted the man how had managed to fool so many people into the
room and forced him to sit in the chair. One held a zat on him as another
strapped him tightly in, securing him so he could not bolt from the
interrogation that was about to ensue.
"Prisoner secured sir." One of the SF's informed Jack.
"Thank you." He was on the other side of the room leaning against the back wall. Major Davis was sat with Jacob in the observation room.
"We'll be outside if you need us sir." He nodded and they left.
"So do you feel like telling me your name?" Jack asked.
"Myles Thomas Hartman." He replied.
"Now we both know that isn't the truth. Do you want to try again?"
"My name is Lieutenant Commander Myles Thomas Hartman of the United States Navy. Serial number...."
"I'll stop you there. All that information I could read of the dog tags you're wearing, but it doesn't mean anything. My wife could have told you all the information on mine before we even met. So do you want to try again?"
"Why has everyone suddenly decided I'm not Myles Hartman?" He demanded.
"Let's see shall we. All the fingerprints, photographs and other information which is provided when you join the military don't match yours. Your DNA from the blood sample which Doctor Fraiser took when we came back from our little excursion last week doesn't match Myles Hartman's mothers."
"I could be adopted for all you know."
"We have Mrs Hartman's medical records from when he was born, and his childhood medical records none match. On top of which, he had his appendix out when he was seven, that leaves a permanent scar you don't have one. Would you like me to continue?" He didn't reply. "So would you like to give me a name or shall I just make one up?" Jack still received no reply. "Okay so BOB. Want to tell me why you've been impersonating a military officer for the last five years?" No reply. "Want to tell me where the real Myles Hartman is?"
"I have rights."
"You impersonated a military officer, entered a top secret military facility illegally, gain access to top secret classified information without clearance and the list goes on." Jack started to reel of.
"The Geneva convention guaranties ..."
"The Geneva convention guaranties you diddly squat. You are a traitor and a prisoner of war." Jack interrupted.
"What war?"
"The war with the Goa'uld. Plus I have a signed document from the President of the United States denying you these rights. So BOB if you don't want to do this the Earth way, I'm afraid we'll have to do it another way. Jacob?" Jacob nodded and left the observation room and made his way down and entered the room. He picked up the Tok'ra devise and pressed it on to Myles temple then activated it. "Thank you." Jack switched on the monitor.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"Little piece of alien technology, don't know how it works not that I really care. Selmak want to crank that up to full blast?" Jack asked.
"O'Neill it may be advisable to wait until he appears less uncooperative." Selmak advised.
"What the..." 'Bob' was stunned at the change in tone.
"You haven't met Selmak have you?" Jack said. "Selmak's great she can work the nice Goa'uld technology. Lots of nice painful torturing equipment. Goa'uld love a good torturing and you need a very very high pain threshold to withstand it. "
"Colonel." Davis said from behind him.
"He knows about the Goa'uld Major." Jack stared at 'Bob'. "Selmak let's go." Jacob looked at him questioningly. The look on Jack's face made him not say anything and head out the door, Jack followed.
"Colonel?" Davis said joined them in the corridor.
"Sgt go and call Dr Mackenzie." Jack instructed. "Tell him I need him here ASAP."
"Yes sir." He turned and went to do what was instructed.
"Colonel, what's going on?" Davis demanded.
"He's not going to break down; the memories will be useless for now. Let Mackenzie do his shrink thing on him for a couple of hours, then I'll try again."
"How do you know that? You didn't even try."
"Major, I was held captive in Iraq for four months. I know trust me on this, he won't break now. It's going to be a case of wearing him down. Mackenzie is best at that, we'll observe to see if any memories come up on the monitor that we can use." Jack ducked back in the room and switched the lights out.
"Colonel?"
"No one is to go in there until Mackenzie gets here. If he won't tell me anything leave him." Jack said.
"Jack..." Jacob started.
"Let me try it my way."
"Fine."
"Good. Now I'll be back when Mackenzie gets here." Jack walked off.
~
"Hey you got time for a coffee break?" He asked strolling into Sam's lab.
"I thought you were interrogating... the prisoner." Sam said.
"Bob." Jack replied.
"His name is Bob?" Sam questioned.
"No, he wouldn't tell me his name, so I gave him one. And he wasn't going to tell me anything so I left him in the dark, strapped to a chair while we wait for Mackenzie to get here. I'll let him try his little psychological tricks on him first."
"Are you sure that's going to work?" Sam asked.
"No. But it might trip a memory I can use as a way in."
"You really are smarter than you look and I can spare half an hour for coffee."
"Good lets go."
TBC
"Prisoner secured sir." One of the SF's informed Jack.
"Thank you." He was on the other side of the room leaning against the back wall. Major Davis was sat with Jacob in the observation room.
"We'll be outside if you need us sir." He nodded and they left.
"So do you feel like telling me your name?" Jack asked.
"Myles Thomas Hartman." He replied.
"Now we both know that isn't the truth. Do you want to try again?"
"My name is Lieutenant Commander Myles Thomas Hartman of the United States Navy. Serial number...."
"I'll stop you there. All that information I could read of the dog tags you're wearing, but it doesn't mean anything. My wife could have told you all the information on mine before we even met. So do you want to try again?"
"Why has everyone suddenly decided I'm not Myles Hartman?" He demanded.
"Let's see shall we. All the fingerprints, photographs and other information which is provided when you join the military don't match yours. Your DNA from the blood sample which Doctor Fraiser took when we came back from our little excursion last week doesn't match Myles Hartman's mothers."
"I could be adopted for all you know."
"We have Mrs Hartman's medical records from when he was born, and his childhood medical records none match. On top of which, he had his appendix out when he was seven, that leaves a permanent scar you don't have one. Would you like me to continue?" He didn't reply. "So would you like to give me a name or shall I just make one up?" Jack still received no reply. "Okay so BOB. Want to tell me why you've been impersonating a military officer for the last five years?" No reply. "Want to tell me where the real Myles Hartman is?"
"I have rights."
"You impersonated a military officer, entered a top secret military facility illegally, gain access to top secret classified information without clearance and the list goes on." Jack started to reel of.
"The Geneva convention guaranties ..."
"The Geneva convention guaranties you diddly squat. You are a traitor and a prisoner of war." Jack interrupted.
"What war?"
"The war with the Goa'uld. Plus I have a signed document from the President of the United States denying you these rights. So BOB if you don't want to do this the Earth way, I'm afraid we'll have to do it another way. Jacob?" Jacob nodded and left the observation room and made his way down and entered the room. He picked up the Tok'ra devise and pressed it on to Myles temple then activated it. "Thank you." Jack switched on the monitor.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"Little piece of alien technology, don't know how it works not that I really care. Selmak want to crank that up to full blast?" Jack asked.
"O'Neill it may be advisable to wait until he appears less uncooperative." Selmak advised.
"What the..." 'Bob' was stunned at the change in tone.
"You haven't met Selmak have you?" Jack said. "Selmak's great she can work the nice Goa'uld technology. Lots of nice painful torturing equipment. Goa'uld love a good torturing and you need a very very high pain threshold to withstand it. "
"Colonel." Davis said from behind him.
"He knows about the Goa'uld Major." Jack stared at 'Bob'. "Selmak let's go." Jacob looked at him questioningly. The look on Jack's face made him not say anything and head out the door, Jack followed.
"Colonel?" Davis said joined them in the corridor.
"Sgt go and call Dr Mackenzie." Jack instructed. "Tell him I need him here ASAP."
"Yes sir." He turned and went to do what was instructed.
"Colonel, what's going on?" Davis demanded.
"He's not going to break down; the memories will be useless for now. Let Mackenzie do his shrink thing on him for a couple of hours, then I'll try again."
"How do you know that? You didn't even try."
"Major, I was held captive in Iraq for four months. I know trust me on this, he won't break now. It's going to be a case of wearing him down. Mackenzie is best at that, we'll observe to see if any memories come up on the monitor that we can use." Jack ducked back in the room and switched the lights out.
"Colonel?"
"No one is to go in there until Mackenzie gets here. If he won't tell me anything leave him." Jack said.
"Jack..." Jacob started.
"Let me try it my way."
"Fine."
"Good. Now I'll be back when Mackenzie gets here." Jack walked off.
~
"Hey you got time for a coffee break?" He asked strolling into Sam's lab.
"I thought you were interrogating... the prisoner." Sam said.
"Bob." Jack replied.
"His name is Bob?" Sam questioned.
"No, he wouldn't tell me his name, so I gave him one. And he wasn't going to tell me anything so I left him in the dark, strapped to a chair while we wait for Mackenzie to get here. I'll let him try his little psychological tricks on him first."
"Are you sure that's going to work?" Sam asked.
"No. But it might trip a memory I can use as a way in."
"You really are smarter than you look and I can spare half an hour for coffee."
"Good lets go."
TBC