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John sat in the office, with his feet up on the desk of this Nazi guy. So he had been caught sneaking around in France, doing a little site seeing of the country, buying trinkets for presents for his family, that probably only collect dust, perhaps a little job there a little job here, and just enjoying the French wine and cuisine. So why had they detained him, come on he was just an American tourist exploring France, nothing more. Of course there were the little things that he did "unofficially," like take tours of certain off limit building at night, but that wasn't it. No it must have been the flash photography, yes, John said, it was the definitely the use of a flash that landed him here.
"John Sheppard, how's your stay here?"
"I can't complain, and yours?"
"I should remind you that I'm the interrogator here, Mr. Sheppard. So, um, I see you have had quite the adventure while staying in France. Could you explain these, um, pictures we have of you in several high security buildings?"
"No, that's classified information, but I can recommend several restaurants, perhaps that's something?"
"Sheppard!"
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, I'm looking for a new job, and I hate it when all those employers try and sugar-coated their place of business, so I took matters into my own hands. I went and looked around in the office, when they weren't there. But I know why I'm here!"
"Why, Sheppard, please enlighten, me" Major Geoffrey sighed.
"I used a flash when I wasn't supposed too!"
"Very funny, major, I'm a patient man, I, huh, I'm entertained by you, but I need to know, so we can move on, and perhaps, we can arrange for you to return home?"
"And, you think I'll believe you, you know your one smug SOB."
"Sheppard we already have to deal with another person who won't tell us anything, we don't need another person, complicating things. We have to deal with something else of more priority then you. So tell me now!"
"Wait, I'm not important to you, I'm so crushed, I thought I was important, I'm not important enough to your institution, then this other guy, hmp! Besides I'm confused I confessed to my crime already."
"No, you didn't, and anyways I want more information then you gave me."
"I told you I used a flash where I wasn't supposed to, I saw a pretty vase and I really wanted to show my niece it, so I snapped a picture for her, and here I am. You know this office is pretty stuffy; you really need to get a new one with windows. Or are you just as unimportant as I am to this organization?"
"Sheppard I'm getting sick and tired of your antics, now last chance, tell me who you're working for, or, or, or…"
"Or what," John said grinning.
"That's it, I have humored you, but that isn't getting anywhere I guess. Now, last chance, tell me why you were in those buildings and who your working with and/or for."
"Nope, not telling you."
"Sheppard, god it's like talking to a child, now tell me or else I'll lock you up and you will never see the light of day. Plus you won't get your own room either; you can go in the same cell as our other problem."
"No, no, no, and let me see umm no!"
"You are the most, most infuriating son of bitch I have ever had the "pleasure" of questioning."
"Why, thank you, it means so much to me!"
"I hate my job," Geoffrey muttered to low for Sheppard to hear.
To be continued...