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Chapter 18: Trinity That Would Not Break and Some Intrigueing Results
The torture had continued well past four hours, Le Dova had shown Ghost pictures of his loved ones and asked him question about each of them, and how they would react if they ever found out the truth. The last image had been Colby Granger.
" If she keeps this up, I wont crack from pressure, I'll die of boredom." Though Ghost as he answered the same question yet again.
Then came a new question.
" Who are you Ghost?" Asked Le Dova grimly. She was getting desperate, this guy was amazing. He answered every question, all of them being impossible for any other person other than a highly trained individual to answer. Ghost had answered every question with the same aloofness and nonchalance, and to be quiet honest, it was getting creepy.
Karen Le Dova felt a chill of awe run down her spine when Ghost turned to look her directly in the eye, the dim light of the projector giving stark contrast to his pale face.
The almost black pools stared back at the doctor with a fire that would only go out once the owner of these eyes ceased to breathe.
" My name is Charles Edward Eppes AKA Ghost. I am a professor of applied mathematics at CalSci University and a paid Consultant for the FBI and other National Security agencies throughout the globe. I am also Ghost, one of three of the best Operatives in the CIA, leader of the Big Three Unit. Yes, I have killed more men than even I can count, I can live with that. I serve my country and keep all that I love safe, even at the cost of my own soul. Now that you know all this, know that I will never break, not to you and not to anybody else in the event that I am captured, I cannot afford to. Do me a favor, buzz off because though you are a very lovely looking creature, you're starting to annoy me." Said Ghost, though his tone was as flat and nonchalant as when this session had begun, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Dr. Karen Le Dova prided herself on having nerves of steel, it was required for this program. Now, all she felt was cold fear as she stared into the two bottomless pools of the darkest brown, almost black, belonging to the man she was supposed to be breaking, instead all she was doing was ensuring nightmares for herself when she went to bed that night.
From behind a two way mirror overlooking the entire room, Derek Steele felt a surge of pride and mild relief. Mojave and Nighthawk had given their torturers almost the exact same answer, along with their own methods of striking fear into their captors. Nighthawk had given his captor a beaming smile that had caused the man to back away a few steps. Mojave had started laughing, the sound echoing off the walls, increasing its volume. The poor woman in there with him looked ready to bawl her eyes out.
" I love these guys." Though Steele as he turned to a very pleased looking Oswald.
"Your guys are stubborn sons of bitches, most of our other participants cracked after the first hour, your guys stuck by for the entire four and then some." Smirked Oswald.
" Yeah, but don't let them here you say that they're sons a bitches, these guys love their mommas and don't like anyone dissing them." Said Steele.
" I'll keep that in mind." Grinned Oswald as he and Steele left the tiny room they were in. The two higher ups walked into another room which had three polygraph machines and three techs tending to them.
" So, what is the verdict?" Asked Oswald.
" Mojave and Nighthawk both had minor spikes for two questions asked, both forwhether or not they could kill their own family members. Ghost on the other hand... that guy's not human, he had no spike in anything what so ever, in some places, there was barely any activity for the machine to register. This guy did not crack whatsoever, even after four hours, not even a little." Reported one of the techs.
" Well, he isn't one of the best for nothing." Said Steele dead-pan.
" I like him even more now." Grinned Oswald.
Meanwhile, in their interrogation rooms, Mojave and Nighthawk had one thing on their mind. Ghost, how did their leader hold up? Did he break? Were the question too much, even for him? Was he gonna be alright?
In his room, Ghost sat silent in his chair, focusing on his breathing so that he wouldn't go ballistic and tear every nearest object, both inanimate or alive, to shreds. The truth was, deep down inside, Ghost was enraged, but thankfully, years of training and finding inner calm saved him.
Now, all he could do was wait for the next course, and hope that his team would be alright.