Alright, let me start off by saying that I do NOT own Gundam Wing no matter how awesome it is. Sadness. I heart it though! huggles duo
"Tell me your name," the voice demanded.
She sneered back at it, "No!"
The voice spoke once again, but it was more threatening, "I said, tell me your damn name."
She spat to where it was coming from, "Drop dead!"
Her hands were bound together behind the chair she was sitting in. Her ankles were tied to each other as well.
"Who do you work for?"
A light hovered above her head that made the rest of the room pitch black. She couldn't see the owner of this voice.
"I'll ask you again, who do you work for?"
It was deep and emotionless. A soldier. Someone here had caught her the day before and she had spent the night in a cell.
"Are you a spy?"
They had checked her thoroughly that morning. All her knives, her gun, diskettes, everything. She had nothing left except the clothes on her back and that wasn't saying much. When they found her, she was wearing a tight, full-body suit. Almost like a wet suit except not as thick. It enabled her to move and not get in her way. Her performance was at its peak while she wore it.
"Do you work for StarRex?"
Her steel-toe boots came up to her knees, protecting her shins from knives and the occasional kick. A tight ponytail kept her jet-black hair from falling into her face while she worked. But right now it was a complete mess. Hundreds of tiny strands fell in her face and her hair tie was knotted in the back of her hair.
"What were you trying to get from us?"
She had been an operative for years. Six years of her life at her…organization. Training. Each and every day, she had woken up at six in the morning and drilled until two the next morning. She was allowed four hours of sleep each night. That was it. During that time she wasn't allowed any type of media distraction, so she had almost been oblivious to the two wars.
"You better answer my questions."
"Or what?" her eyes narrowed.
She was careless the other day. She knew better than to be out in the open while the sun was out. How could she have been so stupid?
"I'll kill you."
This man had been threatening her practically all day, but he hadn't said he would kill her. What kind of people were they? She knew they were involved in the incident at the Murphey Administrative Compound, or the M.A.C. Crisis, about seven years ago. That hadn't given her much information regarding the people that stayed here. Her commanders had told her to retrieve information on the base that these people occupied. The basic blueprints of it all. Also schedules on when the guards would be patrolling. Unfortunately, she never made it to the control room, let alone inside the main building. Being captured meant being inside. She might be able to escape. Maybe.
"I don't work for StarRex."
"You're lying."
"I'm not!"
The bright light started to make her sweat. They had been questioning her for at least two hours. This person kept fairly calm while interrogating her. His voice rarely changed in pitch or volume and stayed the same monotonous tone. It was cold sounding though. A true soldier.
"Then who do you work for?"
She could feel his icy stare on her. Watching her every move and shudder. Hopefully, it was just the two of them in the room, but she couldn't even see him.
"Who do you work for?" his words were drawn out.
She kept her head down and stared at her feet. Her feet that were clasped together. She wiggled her toes, but her boots were too thick that you couldn't tell. She stopped listening to the man that was talking to her.
"What is your rank?"
Why did any of this matter? Whatever she said, they were just going to throw her in a musty and dank cell to rot in. She was their enemy however you looked at it.
But she did not work for StarRex.
"Tell us your CC number."
Her Classification Code. If they found that out then they could learn everything about her. Her birth date, likes, dislikes, test scores, training, IQ, anything they wanted. What she was capable of doing. How many people she had killed. She didn't really want that getting out in the open. Especially in her enemy's hands.
"Give us the number. I won't tell you again."
He was approaching her slowly. She could hear the footsteps on the dull, metal floor. Then she heard a soft click. A gun.
"Are you going to answer?"
The cold barrel pressed against her temple. One shot and she could be dead. One instant. She shivered at its touch.
"Answer."
His finger was on the trigger. Never faltering, just still. Cool, calm, and collected. A perfect soldier.
"N-No."
His other hand reached around and tightened around her hair. He tugged down until she was looking up at the light. Her eyes looked over and found his basic shape. Loose wife-beater, tight spandex shorts, lean body, wild hair. Her teeth clenched together when he squeezed harder.
"Last chance."
He was going to kill her. Those awful eyes gazed down at her. Unfeeling. No emotion. Just emptiness. This was just routine for him. All in a days work. She wondered how many people he had killed like this. In this chair.
"Tell me."
"Go to hell," she glared back at him.
His upper lip twitched in disgust as his hand fell back to his side. He kept a firm grip on her hair and her head was starting to go numb.
"What's wrong blue-eyes? Get scared?" she grinned.
Death was a better option than giving out your CC number. Always. When in a situation or mission that has been compromised, self-termination is your first and only option. Her instructor's words were running through her head.
He scowled, "Blue-eyes? What?"
"You heard me. C'mon, do it. Shoot me!"
He flung her head forward as he released his harsh grip. She was looking back down at the floor and saw his feet turn and walk off, he was muttering something. Then, two other men came out from the darkness and lifted her up off of the chair. They cut the bonds on her feet, but left the ones on her hands. Dragging her out of the room, they took her to her cell she had spent the night in.
"Have a good sleep," one of them ridiculed.
The barred door slammed shut in front of her. She leaned back against a wall and slid down to the floor.
"I hate this."
She glanced around. That dead rat was still in the corner. She envied it. There was nothing in there that she could use to escape. Just a mattress, a sink, and toilet. There weren't even any sheets on the bed. They had thought of everything a prisoner might use to get out and had taken it away.
All she could do was wait. Wait until her next inquires or when they killed her. Her stomach began to growl. They hadn't given her any food all day and by now it was at least nine at night. They had woken her up at dawn, stripped her of her weapons, then threw her back in here until her questioning.
Her hands still behind her, she raised them up as far as they would go then dislocated her shoulders so she could get them over her head. It was hard popping them back in place, but at least she could see her hands again. She laid them on her stomach and looked over at the toilet.
"Gah, I'm gonna barf if I don't get some food!" she yelled out. Maybe someone would hear.
And that someone did.
She could hear the cellblock's door open and feet coming towards her. Then a lovely smell hit her nose.
"Bread…"
A man stopped in front of her cell holding the bread. It wasn't the same one that had almost shot her earlier, though. Black leather covered his body and his hair was tied back in a…braid? Was this a woman perhaps?
Her head hung low and she was looking up at the figure through her messy hair.
"What do you want with me now?"
He took a bite out of the bread. That was her bread damn it. Or were they not planning on feeding her?
"I heard you yelling something. You alright?"
"Peachy."
He smirked and took another bite, "I'm stuck watchin' you till ten forty-five."
"How good for you," annoyance rang in her tone.
"Listen, I'm not supposed to do this but," he reached into his jacket and pulled out a round object, "Here."
He tossed it to her through the bars and she caught it between her hands. An apple. She glared at it, wary that it might be poisoned.
"Then why are you doing it?"
He pivoted around and started walking back towards the large door, chuckling a little. As he went to close it behind him, he glanced back up at her.
"Because, even prisoners need to eat."
So, how did ya like it? Hope it was a good read so far, even with the new charrie. Reviews are very welcome! Thanks!