Marcus Wilde was crying when Jack re-entered the room. He couldn't be sure but the sobs seemed to get louder when the steel door closed behind him as he realised nobody was coming to his assistance. Sweat dripped from his hair and down his face as the room was warm, too warm. Jack felt his shirt begin to cling to him instantly as it had earlier but he ignored it. He calmly pulled the second chair back from the table and sat down, his palms sat on the table before him. Wilde quivered again at the sight of his hands and cringed as he tried to tell himself to be brave.
He'd been working on him for almost three hours, and Collins had been questioning him heavily for another 2 before that. The man was tired, frustrated, hurting and scared. Petrified. Jack was smiling on the inside as he knew it was now a matter of asking the right questions before he would know more about TEIN.
He had stepped out of the room fifteen minutes ago to a false alarm from Chase's team. Morgan thought he had seen a known accomplish of TEIN, serving Neilson in a coffee shop. But after a site check they realised the man was an unfortunate look-a-like. He had been terrified when he had been pulled from his till to speak to the federal agent waiting for him in the back. His boss had been equally worried, and so both had offered as much assistance as they could.
The man was a regular customer who called in every few days. Chase was delighted to hear that he sometimes met with an older man around lunch time too. Jack had advised them to hold off until they got a sighting of Neilson with the man. If it looked promising they would grab them both. Two of Chases eight man team were now monitoring recently installed hidden surveillance cameras of the shop now - they'd waited for the suspect to leave before taking action. Mr. Hobe, the greying owner hadn't minded them using his shop to watch the man, he seemed honoured to be able to help his country.
Jack smiled, today was going well, the leads looked promising and thought they might be able to tie this up with a nice little bow for Chappelle once it was over. Wilde shuddered at his smile and began to whimper, protesting his innocence when merely hours ago he had boasted about his knowledge of TEIN and its planned attack.
The man was a mess. Jack stood up abruptly pushing the chair away, the metal legs screeched against the tiled floor and the man screwed his face up to defend his ears from the noise. His hands and legs were still secured to the chair in which he sat.
"You paying attention?" Jack asked, a slight tone of arrogance in his voice as he spoke. It was good to make the suspect feel low, insignificant, especially in cases like Wilde's, when they normally held a position of power. It was an old tactic that continued to have surprisingly successful results through the ages. It had withstood the test of time and technique and Jack was sure to make use of it.
The man looked up and nodded as another tear slid onto the desk, he was terrified!
"Good. Ray," he called out looking to the one way mirror, "kill the heat and put the air con on please."
The action was performed immediately and Wilde relaxed as the cool air seemed to comfort the screaming discomfort he still felt in his face and body.
"Now I did something for you, you're going to have to do something for me. I'm done playing these games with you. I can get another batch of GD and I'll pour it down your God damn throat this time!" He snapped, banging his hands on the table to emphasise his point.
"I'm sure you are aware of the symptoms. The pressure in your eyes will continue unless I give you a counter substance, which I am in possession of. The runny nose just adds to the discomfort but until I give you something to stop it, like the eyes its just gonna get worse. I can see for myself you're sweating like a horse and your arms and legs keep twitching, that's your muscles protest to the liquid, the more I administer the more painful it gets. Soon they will start to spasm and from there on it only gets worse."
He paused to let the man take this information in.
"I can give you more and sit and watch as the symptoms get worse or you can tell me what I want to know."
"I can't… can't breathe… right," the man said, his voice raspy as he struggled to get air.
Jack shrugged. "Its another side effect, the more you take the tighter your chest gets. Your stomach will start to cramp soon, and I'm surprised you've not been vomiting all over yourself by now," he added nonchalantly.
The man began to shake his head but stopped when Jack circled around him to the black pouch which sat before him, just out of reach add containing more of the poison. It was the antidote which sat next to it in a protective vial which his attention was caught on. He cringed as he felt Jack hand on his shoulder and his gravely whisper in his ear.
"I'm giving you the chance to save yourself. You give me the information and I'll help you cut a deal for working with us. Be stubborn and I'll inject more GD into your system until you can't move your limbs or breath without pain. You think it hurts now… You've not felt nothing."
He moved away again to sit back down, certain the man would talk.
"I don't re- remember much," he gasped, "its all, all fuzzy… confusing…"
A smile curled round Jacks lips as he stood up again, knocking the chair over as he rubbed his knuckles.
"So you're aware of GD then, Marcus? But you're not too aware or you'd know I've not given you nearly enough to inflict confusion or forgetfulness, if I had you'd be screaming in pain instead of crying like a baby." Ha paused as Wilde's expression changed back to defeat. "Maybe you don't remember the pain now its had a little time to wear off, maybe I should give you another taste," Jack said as he picked up the vial and an empty syringe. "Maybe I'll inject it into you're eye, I hear that's the best way to speed up the results. Only damage I can think of is blindness depending on the amount and I think I'm willing to take that risk," he laughed as he prepared the syringe.
Wilde was now physically trying to shake off the restraints as fear and desperation threatened to engulf him. "No… please no…"
"Then tell me what I need to know," he demanded angrily as he grabbed the mans face with one hand and slowly let the needle hover over his eye.
"They'll kill me, " he pleaded.
"So will I if you don't start talking," he threatened sinisterly.
The needle almost pierced the area around his eye and Wilde screamed, it was bloody curling and deafening, Jack knew it was from the fear. He pulled it away before making contact with his flesh and muttered into the mans ear, the torture instrument still in plain view.
"Tell me."
Sighing as the tears patted against the metal desk Marcus nodded, his sobs became heaver as his whole body shook from the weight of them, and the defeat of knowing he was broken.
Jack dropped the syringe back into place and spoke clearly to the man, wondering if he was in shock.
"I'm going to give you a while to calm down. I'll have a medic check you out and give you a low level sedative. When you are calm we will continue, and when I have answers, I'll give you the antidote."
The man looked up into the steely blue eyes as he continued to shake before whimpering again.
"Deal," he croaked, before the man slowly left him alone the room.
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