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Chapter 25: Interrogation
When Lizzy and I came out of our rooms after our shower, we were stopped by a member of the crew.
"Helen Seraman and Elizabeth Mountebank?" He asked.
"Yes?" Lizzy asked. I looked at my watch, it was twelve ten.
"Please follow me." He said as he turned on his heels. We followed him down three flights of stairs and down a narrow hallway. He opened a door labeled 'storage' and waved us inside.
"Please, do have a seat. This won't take very long." A cold muscular voice demanded. We looked to our right and saw a wooden table with four steel chairs, but more importantly, Eric and the two men he had described a mere few hours ago.
They were just as he described. One was wearing black pants, a khaki shirt with a few military pins, a black tie, black gloves, silver hair that touched his shoulders, a young face, and ice blue eyes that seemed to pierce you soul. He was seated across from Eric at the table with a briefcase on his right. The other man was leaning against the wall behind the other. He had pitch black hair, a gruff face, wore a snow white shirt, a black leather jacket, a rabbit's foot amulet, and a red flower in a button hole on his shirt. My gaze traveled to his belt. As Eric had said, he had a knife. He had a shot gun leaning against the wall beside him.
We walked over and occupied the empty seats next to Eric. He showed no fear on his face, but his hands were shaking. The crew member that had escorted us here had followed us in.
"If I need you, I'll call." The blue eyed man commanded.
The crew member turned to walk out, but the blue eyed man was not finished," Don't be alarmed if you hear any shouting or banging, my partner here has a tendency punch the walls. I've ordered him not to use the shot gun in case you were worried." He saluted, left, and closed the door behind him. I turned to Lizzy and saw that she was staring intensely at the man.
"I'm just going to ask you three a few questions, nothing difficult, just a few simple questions." He began, turning his gaze to Lizzy. Close isn't going to fool anyone for long, Lizzy. I remembered. She's going to try to convince him that she's who he's looking for. I realized.
"I'll start with you." He said turning to Lizzy.
"Good. Because I have a few questions for you too, 'Sargent Dane'" She said using air quotes.
"Or, should I say Saint Dane?" She asked. Saint Dane straightened up, and his "partner" put a hand on the hit of his knife.
"What threw you off?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, trying to act as though her last statement hadn't affected him, was planned.
"Your shirt, it's supposed to be blue. Only cops wear kaki shirts" Lizzy lied.
"I'll keep that in mind. Now, who told you about me?" He asked with a small smile, as though he was picturing what he would do to them.
"Does it really matter?" She asked.
"True enough. Tell me, do you know who you are?" He asked.
"I know that I'm what you want. That's enough for me. So why don't you clear the air, so to speak, so we can talk business." She asked leaning forward on the table and nodding towards Eric and me.
"No, I think not. They are here to secure that I get what I came for." He said nonchalantly.
"Now come quietly, or my friend here might go to town on your friends." He commanded.
"Who? Him?" She asked jerking a thumb in his direction.
"He wouldn't move a muscle. He'd be too afraid of stepping on a shadow. That's bad luck you know." Lizzy taunted.
"Shut up or I'll cut your tongue out! That way, you can't say no to him!" He roared with a raspy, cat like voice as he pulled out his knife and plunged it into the table.
"Basta! Stay calm! She obviously knows more than I accounted for!" He reprimanded.
"That is all." He finished. He did not seem to be phased by Basta's outburst. Lizzy's eyes had not strayed from the knife since he plunged it into the table. Eric grabbed for my hand at the sound of Basta's name. How did he know it? How did he know his name? Was it in the journal?
"I will ask once more. Join me, or they will die, either by my hand, or his." Dane commanded.
"No." Lizzy said, not as defiantly this time.
"Alright then, but it will never be said that I am not a man of his word." He said as he stood up. He walked around the table, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and pushed me up against the wall Basta was previously occupying. He began to tighten his grip on my neck, slowly closing my air ways until I could barely breathe.
"Last chance to save your friend." He warned. Lizzy just stood there, tormenting herself with her decision, her Impossible Choice. I couldn't take it. I could not stand not being able to breath. So I did the only logical thing to do in my situation, I punched him in the face. His calm face turned to one filled with anger. He threw me over the table and across the room where I hit a pile of creates that collapsed on top of me.
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