Chapter 10
The Bronx, it was a type of forgotten borough. Sure there were nice houses to live in and great neighborhoods. People started thriving a business there hoping they could achieve the American dream. And as it was with every city the Bronx had a debilitated section to it as well. It was almost equal to the great parts, but it seems that this section was winning the battle over good.
Along a row of abandoned warehouses butting up to the Bronx River is where Jerry Tyson is planning his next move. He has flown under the radar for so long that he thinks that he is undetectable to anything the cops can do. These were the ravings of a precarious mind. He actually thought that if he was ever diagnosed by a shrink this would be true. He was dismayed when that high-powered lawyer who was hired by Castle's family waltzed in the courtroom and got her exonerated from all the charges he had set up.
Now, he was worried that he had might have pushed too hard to get his revenge. He was still excited, almost feeling euphoric that he took out Castle. Now, he just needed to come up with a plan to finally take care of that bitch Kate Beckett. He had known from his moles. Yes, he had more than one in the NYPD that she had been banished to the 5th floor of her building. Walking over to the makeshift table made out of a door and two sawhorses he unfurled his latest acquisition. The blueprints for the 12th precinct. As he studied them intensively he was looking for a chink in their armor.
After constant examination of the plans, a very dim light over his head gets brighter by the second. He had an outlet for his anger now. He needed to track Kate Beckett from a safe distance. Get her routine down, well as close as he possibly could considering her situation and wariness. Then strike when she least expected it. Surprise was going to be on his side.
Satisfied he rolled up the blueprints and hid them safely away. Now he needed to check up on his other detainees. He had soundproofed a small 20'x20' room. He had removed everything that could be possibly used for an escape attempt. Not that his "friends" were going to go anywhere. It was a room with no other egress but the entry door. There was only one 100 watt light bulb for illumination. In the center of the room, there were two old cast iron chairs. They were bolted to the floor with 1-1/4" wedge anchors. He had also had a 6" drain installed in the middle of the two chairs.
Before opening the door with the ancient skeleton key, he leaned up against the door listening for any type of motion. Hearing it was quiet he pulled the hoodie over his head and slowly opened the door. He raised his hand to turn on the light. Wincing at the light his two prisoners quickly looked up to him.
"Who are you?" the first voice said.
"Why are we here?" the second voice demanded.
He walked slowly around the back of both chairs not saying a word to see that their heavy duty plastic zip-ties were still securing their wrists around the back of the chair. Then he looked to the legs of the chair and checked the restraints for their ankles. All secure. Without warning he places his hand down on the left leg of his guest.
"Tell me where that bitch is?" Tyson asks.
Getting no response from his guest, he starts to press harder on his leg. Blood oozes from the leg. He lets out a slight whimper.
"I ain't telling you shit!" the captive responds.
A second voice yells out.
"STOP, I'll tell you everything you need to know." He screams.
The first voice says "Don't tell him a goddamned thing."
Partners, who knew they would be so faithful to her. Turning to the first voice, he asks again but with more urgency.
"Tell me what I want to know and you will not be needlessly tortured." Tyson replies.
"Well, it's like this WE both took turns with your mom" The statement garnered a chuckle from the second voice.
"So, this is how you want it to play out?" Tyson asks.
Both voices speak at the same time "Give it your best shot."
Tyson turns and leaves the room, but before they can talk about what had just happened two very large African Americans enter the room along with the hooded figure.
"Meet my answer to truth serum." Tyson smirks.
With the wave of his hand, they each land a punch to each of their jaws. They both violently rock by the reaction of the punches.
"Again." the hooded voice commands.
Another round of strikes hit the prisoners, but this time it's more intense. Now, they were hitting major organs. After 10 minutes of relentless beating, the hooded figure raises his hand giving the two thugs the signal to stop.
"So are you ready to talk? That is if you can form words since it looks like you the both you have broken jaws." Tyson asks.
The first voice replies "Eat shit."
The second voice chimes in with "You're going to need to do a lot more than this to get me to talk."
"So be it. I will not stop at nothing to get this information." Tyson says.
The thugs leave and the hooded figure leaves also. Only to return seconds later. But now there is something in tow behind him. They can barely turn their heads to see what he is pulling behind him. They drop their heads down as they wait. On the floor, the hooded figure places a roll out pouch with what look like various torture devices. Drawing a long machete from its holder he walks over to them. He quickly cuts off the first guest's shirt leaving nothing but skin exposed.
"That bullet wound looks very painful." The machete traces the upper part of his thigh until the tip finds the wound. He toys with the wound at first, but then with no warning he plunges the blade deep into the wound. The room is filled with a screaming agony from his guest. Leaving the machete in his leg, he retreats to the back of the room and wheels a hand truck over to his second guest. On the hand, truck is a heavy duty 24 volt truck battery with cables attached to it. Repeating the procedure with his shirt, he throws it to the floor and takes a sponge and coats his upper body with water. Taking one of the cables he attaches it to the leg of the chair. Then taking the second cable with a wet sponge clamped in its jaws he touches the chest of his second guest.
His body reacts to the charge that runs through his body and his chest starts to smolder. The smell of burning flesh fills the room. Because he can, he reaches back and twists the machete in the leg of guest number one. Another scream of pain fills the room. He is happy with the way things are going. He zaps his guest two more times. This time he lingers a little longer enjoying the pain he is causing to his guests. Ceasing the torture for now, he removes the machete from his guest, rolls up the cables and pulls the hand truck back out of the room. As he turns off the light he speaks...
"This was just the start boys. I'll give you a little breather before we start on round two." He says chortling.
The door closes and they are back in the dark. Guest one raises his head slightly and calls to guest two.
"Kev are you okay?" Espo asks.
"Javi, that hurt like a son of a bitch. I am not too sure if I will be able to resist a second round." Kevin responds.
"How is your leg?" Kevin asks.
"He missed the bone and the artery, but I now feel like the blood seeping out of the wound, I am not too sure if I will be able to stay awake much longer." Javi admits.
"I can't believe he shot you," Kevin says.
"Yeah well you better believe it." Javi replies.
"How much time do you think he will give us to recover?" Kevin asks.
"My guess...not long…" Espo replies.
"Why does this guy want to know where Beckett is?" Kevin asks.
"My guess, he wants to kill her. Castle is already dead so he is probably just fulfilling the rest of his contract." Javi responds.
Tyson regroups and needs to come up with a better plan of attack for the next round. Thinking about his last session and decides to switch things up a bit. Giving them the last half an hour to recover he heads back to the room. Within that ½ hour, he returns to the office where he has all the recordings from the 5th floor of the 12th right inside their command center. He places a set of headphones on his ears and listens intently.
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Kate takes her phone out and dials Kevin's number. Again it went straight to voicemail. She doesn't bother calling Espo's phone either because where ever he is he is probably with Kevin. She stands in the hallway across from Mr. Smith's suite. She doesn't trust him as far as she can throw him. She is thrown off by his appearance. He appears familiar, but Kate could not place him. She is curious about the information that he might have, though. Deciding to get the information he has she walks back into the suite.
Looking for Smith, the room now has more relaxed feel lights that were on before are now off. She sees him sitting behind his desk. He motions for her to come in. She walks up to the edge of the desk.
"While I am a little intrigued to find out about this intel you have, I don't really trust you." Kate says.
"As you should, we don't know each other Kate and the first impression is usually the right one." He replies looking up at her.
"So what type of intel do you really have?" She asks.
"Well, Kate, what I have, may be a surprise to you, but I really can't tell you. You really need to see it with your own eyes." He says.
"Wait what are you talking about?" Kate asks concerned.
"Kate, I can't be any clearer than that. You will just have to trust me." He replies.
Kate looks at his face and just then his eyes shift ever so slightly. Before she can react to the threat out from the shadows Leader emerges and with a swift move he raises a syringe filled with a fast acting sedative and plunges it into her neck. Within seconds, she is unconscious.
"Smith, do you think this is wise?" Leader asks.
"What I think is that she is in love with my son. Love will make her see that this is the right course of action to take. When she comes to she will be more than willing to help nail these bastards." Smith says.
"I hope you right." Leader says expressing his doubts.
The both of them get Kate ready for the ride to the secure location.