Chapter 4: The Art of Getting Information
SAS Training Camp
"JAGUAR, CUB, WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS I DON'T CARE, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO SIT THERE AND YOU ARE GOING TO TELL US WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED! I DON'T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU, I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T WANT US TO KNOW, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO TELL US AND YOU ARE GOING TO TELL US RIGHT NOW!" Screamed Heron, obviously ticked off.
Cub attempted at standing up and running away, knowing that Heron's and Wolf's tempers could get pretty bad, but sadly, this is K-Unit we're talking about and they know Cub. He had only half risen from his position when Wolf, Snake and Eagle shoved him back in his chair, and Tiger prevented him from sliding down and onto the floor.
"I forgot that you guys have a set system down now for every time I say that," Cub stated while trying to get out of the chair.
"I think they got a little too sick of the two of us saying classified to all of their questions," Fox reminisced.
"Well," Cub started after settling down and getting comfortable in the chair. "I think you forgot how amazing I am about resisting interrogation, and how great I am at RTI's."
"We didn't forget," Wolf began from behind him. "We, well I, just came up with a better method than tying you to chairs which you automatically get out of."
"What's this 'new method'," questioned Cub who was feeling slightly apprehensive from hearing the smile in Wolf's voice.
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, if I recall, you generally get away with not telling us when you manage to use your spy skills and get away. So what if this time you don't get away?" Wolf began.
Cub was getting more and more apprehensive about this. "Fox? Can you be parental control on this one? I don't really like where Wolf's going with this."
"Well, seeing how I heard in your voice how you were actually going to tell us the truth and only said 'classified' for the kick of it and to see how our unit would react, I will. I can tell that you are fully willing to tell us. I'll watch Wolf," Fox replied after some thought.
"Good," Cub stated, obviously relieved. "So, Wolf what's this brilliant idea of yours?"
There was a moment's pause, which ended in a slight decrease in pressure on Cub's shoulder. Before he could react, though, a fist connected with the side of his head and everything went black. The last thing he heard was Wolf answering his question, "To not give you any chance of escape and to take you someplace that you won't know where you are-mainly because you'll be unconscious for the journey. That's my brilliant idea."
And the world was black.