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Chapter twenty nine
Meanwhile, Throttle walked to Carbine's office, deep in thoughts. What a mess. Life… it definitely ain't a straight road. How much were they gonna be able to take until they couldn't fight it anymore? He walked into Carbine's office. As usual, she was sitting behind her desk, reading papers only she could understand. Throttle shook his head, suddenly feeling a little bit sad. He sure missed the days before the war, when Carbine wasn't such a workaholic.
"Hey babe", he said and took a seat. Carbine gave him a sad smile.
"Hey there, stranger. How is Vinnie?"
"Awake, broken and pushing everybody away like he always does when he is having a hard time. Same old, same old." He shook his head, didn't want to sound so bitter. But he felt suddenly so tired. Being a leader was in his blood and he was good at it. But there were moments like this, that everything just piled up and it became to much. Carbine studied his face. She knew Throttle well enough to know what he was thinking.
"Throttle, why don't you go get some sleep? Try to forget everything for just one night. You don't have to carry the whole planet on your shoulders, you know…"
Throttle leaned back in his chair. "I just… feel so old and tired. I try so hard to do everything right and everytime things appear to be under control, it all falls apart again…"
Carbine took his hand. "You are doing such a great job, Throttle. It's not your fault that things just keep falling apart. It's this war… This war is trying to destroy everything. But we need to remember we have each other. We still have something to fight for. We are not gonna give up!"
Throttle played with her fingers. "God, you are so strong… How do you do it? How is it that you never lose hope?"
Carbine shook her head. "I do lose hope sometimes. I agree with you, everything is a mess. Vinnie wounded, a traiter on the base… But then, I think of you. And Modo. And Stoker. Even Vinnie. And now, Violet, Gaya and Jake. But mainly you. I fight because of you. I fight for a future together, because hopefully one day, we will be free again. Be able to live in peace. With you on my side. Without you… I would lose hope. I would give up. I love you, Throttle." Her voice broke.
Throttle was deeply touched. They didn't have this kind of conversation in a long time. It was always about that fucking war, strategy, planning etcetera. He understood why she was so devoted. But sometimes he just needed Carbine, not General Carbine.
"Carbine.. I know. I want that future together as much as you do. And we will keep fighting for it. I love you too, babe", and he kissed her.
Carbine kissed him back with a hunger he didn't had felt in a long time. He deepened the kiss and soon after that, things got out of control quickly. They had sex on Carbine's desk and it was different than usual. There was a curtain feeling they both had. They needed each other in order to survive. They were made for each other. All the anger, sorrow and worries flooded to the background of their minds. For now, being together was enough.
After, they smiled at each other. They both had needed this. Carbine kissed the tip of his nose.
"I hate to spoil the moment, but we have a traitor to interrogate. You with me?"
Throttle smiled. "Oh yeah. Count me in."
They got dressed and walked to the part of the base where they kept the prisoners. Flint was awake and guards cuffed him to drag him to a room with a table in the middle. They chained him at the table and left the room. Throttle and Carbine came in and took place on the other side of the table. Flint looked at them, almost curious.
"Well, Flint… I need to say I didn't quite expect to see you here", Carbine started, watching him carefully. Flint smiled.
"If you think I am gonna say anything, then you're wrong."
"Do you have a death wish, Flint? Oh, I'm just asking", Throttle continued when he saw the confused look on Flint's face. "You think we don't kill people? You think we are some softies, who don't punish traitors? Well, then you are wrong. If you don't talk, we will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. No food, no water. It sometimes takes about three weeks, you know? And it's not a pretty way to die. So, it's your choice."
Flint didn't look so sure anymore. "And what if I talk?"
Carbine shrugged. "Then you will live."
Flint thought about it. Was he really that devoted to the Plutarkians? To give up his live for them? No, he didn't think so. But this wasn't just about him. But if he died, they were gonna kill her too. He sighed. It seems that there wasn't a good answer to this. But he did know one thing. He didn't want to die. So he gave in.
"What do you want to know?"
Throttle smiled. "Everything. So spill it."
Flint sighed. "When the Plutarkians attacked my village, I lost everything. My house, my family, my friends… But I survived the attack and they took me with them as their prisoner. They treated me like shit. Many times I just wished I had died in the attack…" he trailed off, looking sad.
Throttles shook his head. "Well, that's really touching and all, but why work for them if they treated you like shit? They destroyed your hometown, including the people you loved. Why in the world would you help them?"
Flint stared at the table. "One day, a certain fish came to visit me. He was the leader of the prison. He offered me this deal. If I would work for them, I would live. And they would treat me like I was one of them. It was tempting, really. But I hesitated. And then, I found out my sister also had survived the attack and she was in the same prison as me. She would be treated good if I would cooperate. So I did. I came on your base as a new recruit and blend in at the same time. Nobody noticed." Flint smiled, somehow proud of himself.
Carbine nodded. "Okay, but you didn't tell them about our plan to steal the virus. They didn't know. Why?"
"Because I also didn't know. I only heard about the patrol, that you guys had discovered the building where they were keeping the virus. I told them, but they already knew of course. Quiet as mice is something you guys don't understand. The one thing they didn't know, was who had discovered them. I told them and they attacked this base. To find new prisoners and destroy the rest."
Throttle rubbed his chin. "Okay, so it was you who had planned the diversion?"
Flint nodded. "Yes. Plutarkians are cruel, but not very smart. I knew how you guys work. Most of the time you dive in and think later. So, it turned out I was right. But unfortunately, you still won the battle. I thought it was time to disappear, before anybody would notice who I actually was. But you didn't even thought about it." Flint laughed. Throttle fighted the urge to punch the guy in the face.
"Don't act like you are so smart. You failed. You didn't find out about our plan to steal the virus", he snapped.
Flint stopped laughing.
"No, you were very good at keeping that a secret. After the patrol, I knew I had to find out. I've talked to Violet, even apologized for my behaviour. I knew she was involved and I knew you guys were planning something. Violet is a sensitive girl. I thought: If I could become friends with here, I have my opening. But then, the attack failed and I needed to disappear. "
"Okay, so you did. And then what?", Carbine asked.
"I found some sort of hidden closet in the basement. A place for me to sleep and hide during the day. When it was dark, I sneaked through the building, looking for answers and to find out where you kept the virus. But I couldn't find it. So I came up with the idea to kidnap one of the famous Biker Mice. They know everything that is happening on this base."
Throttle looked at him with a frown on his face. "So why Vinnie?"
When he heard Vinnie's name, his face darkened.
"Because that guy is so arrogant, egotistical and macho. His ego is bigger than this planet. I hated him since the first time we met. During the training, when he treated me like I was some kind of idiot, I hated him even more. Nobody is telling me what to do!"
Throttle shook his head. "No, of course not. Only your enemy who destroyed everything you loved. But please, go on."
Flint ignored him. "When I met Violet, I was stunned. She was beautiful, funny and kind. But who decided to use her as his trophee? That stupid, arrogant adrenaline junkie."
Carbine sighed. "Okay, so you hate Vinnie. You have made your point. But why kidnapping him? He is hard to control, and very loyal to us. He don't do snitching."
Flint laughed without humor. "The idea was that we took Violet too. With her in our hands, he would do and say everything we wanted. But he needed to play the hero and she escaped."
"But you just said you liked Violet?", asked Carbine, looking confused.
"Yeah, well. She had made her choice", Flint shrugged.
"Who gave you the order to kill Vinnie in his bed?", Throttle asked.
"Nobody did. I wanted him dead. I still want him dead. The guy is like weed, he comes back every time. I want him dead!" and Flint slammed with his fist on the table.
Carbine and Throttle shared a quick look.
"Well, obviously you failed. Deal with it. So, who are you working for?", Carbine asked.
"He calls himself Hercules, not sure if that is his real name. He is one mean motherfucker. High ranked in the Plutarkian army. He is the one who started project Inferno. And he is really mad that you guys have crossed his plans."
"And who was that Buddy guy? The one who Vinnie killed?"
"He worked for Hercules. Doing all the dirty work, torturing, killing… He was a sick bastard" , Flint said with a shiver.
Carbine clapped in her hands, the sound echoed against the walls.
"Okay, so here is what we are gonna do. You keep in contact with this Hercules under our supervision. You don't tell him we know who you are. You are spying for us now. When is the next time you have to contact him?"
"In two days…", Fint answered, a little hesitant. "They have my sister. If they find out I'm working for you now.. I can't…" but Throttle interrupted him.
"We don't care about your sister. You almost killed one of my bro's. My family. That was crossing a line. So no whining about your sister. I don't care, okay? You are working for us now, and that's final. We will continue this conversation tomorrow."
Normally Throttle wasn't this cruel. But Flint had gone to far. And now he was paying the price. "Guards, bring him back to his cell. No water and food."
Flint looked confused. "Hey, but you said…"
Throttle smiled. "I said you will live. I didn't say you were free to go. And a few days without water and food isn't going to kill you. Bye Flint, see you in two days."
He and Carbine left the room, leaving Flint speechless behind.
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