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Foolish humans. They really thought that their puny cell could hold him for long? He could break these bars easily. 'Is that so?' The voice sounded in his mind. 'Then why haven't you broken out yet?' He told it to shut up. He had his reasons.
When he had first been captured the humans had called him by his brother's name. They asked him stupid questions, asking why he'd stopped killing demons for a living, why he had killed the president. They thought he was actually going to answer that?
He was slightly surprised that the government knew about Dante and about demon-kind. But then again, his twin's methods were far from subtle; someone was bound to have noticed his activities sooner or later. Evidently it had happened sooner. So the government had created a special ops team, putting together a group of demon experts in case anything got out of hand.
Experts. He nearly laughed. They had no idea of the true power that the demon world held, waiting to be unleashed. Especially Mundus. The humans knew nothing of the demon king and the army that he commanded. Even now the demons were preparing for a full scale attack on the unsuspecting human world, bringing with them pain and death. A rare smile flitted across his face for a brief moment. The demon forces were almost on their doorstep and the experts were asking him how he got into the Whitehouse.
He frowned inwardly. He couldn't actually remember how he got into the Whitehouse. The hours before were a blur to him. Mundus had probably 'occupied' his mind so that he had no choice but to obey orders. Like he had a choice anyway.
He turned his attention back to the outside world. The leader of the team was talking into a mobile on the other side of the bars. She was looking slightly puzzled. The cell that they had put him in was soundproofed but he had taught himself long ago how to lip-read. It was a useful skill that he had put to use many times before, mainly when spying on the human military leaders.
It appeared that the human was talking to his brother. Good. They had finally realised that he was not Dante. He was tired of being addressed as such. It was time to put the second part of Mundus's plan into action.
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"I'm sorry but I can't tell you our location Mr Dante." The voice didn't sound sorry at all. "For security reasons this organisation needs to be kept top secret."
"And yet you told me about it." Dante scowled and lent back in his chair.
"Mr Dante, we need your help. We have reasons to believe that the demons are about to invade our world."
"Vergil told you this?" The words came out before Dante could stop them. He cursed silently.
"Vergil? Mr Dante, if you know anything at all about the half-demon then it is your duty and obligation as an American citizen to give us any information that you may have."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard that kind of talk before. It doesn't work with me. Look, I have my suspicions but I need to actually be there to confirm them. So? Where are you?"
"I'm not at liberty to say." The voice repeated. Whoever was on the other end of line was really getting on his nerves.
"Fine, put him on the phone." Dante rubbed his forehead when the voice didn't answer. "Listen in on the conversation if you like; I'm not going to tell him how to escape."
"It's not that." The voice sounded distant. "The half-demon hasn't spoken a word since we captured it. It's been completely unresponsive. It hasn't even made any escape attempts. Well, it's not as if it could get out if it did try."
"Ten seconds." Dante said.
"What?" The voice sounded angry. "Are you threatening me?"
"No. I'm telling you. It would take him ten seconds to bust his way out of that 'cell' if he wanted to, if he is who I think he is." Dante's head hurt just thinking about what he just said.
"Ten…. Are you quite sure Mr Dante? It's all high security. Thick, steel, blast proof doors. We've got the whole lot."
"Steel? Five seconds maximum. And I'm hurting his pride here."
"Oh…" The voice sounded faintly worried. "We'll look into that."
"Listen." Dante grinned leaning back in his chair. "You said that he was totally unresponsive? I think that I know how to get him to talk." The other end of the phone fell silent.
"Fine." The voice sighed some minutes later. "But we'll send someone to escort you and you'll have to be blindfolded. We can't risk revealing our location."
"No way. No-one blindfolds me, not that it would do any good. I'm a half-demon too you know, great sense of direction." Actually that was one part of his demon skills that Dante hadn't got around to developing yet. But there was no need to let them know that.
"Very well. A car will be there within the hour."
"I don't need an escort either." Dante said. He knew that he was pushing it but, hey, it was revenge for interrupting his lunch. "Just tell me where you are. I'll be there soon enough and quicker than a car I might add."
"Absolutely not." The voice snapped. "We can't let anyone else discover our location. The line may not be totally secure. It isn't worth the risk to tell you over the phone."
"Fair enough. I thought I'd ask." Dante hung up without waiting for a reply and stuffed the rest of the pizza into his mouth. He threw the phone back onto the desk and put his feet up. Now what?
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