(A/N) Back again with another Saturday update! This chapter is going up a little earlier than usual, as I'll be heading out to a 21st so have no other option. This time we're following Team B through the jungles of Haven, and they're looking for something very specific. Or someone, to be more precise. This chapter brings us back to the oh-so-warped mind of everyone's favourite freelancer psychopath, Agent Alaska, written, as always, by the incredible Avalanche Wolf. Our next update, on Monday, will be another chapter from the master of "smooth jazz".
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Chapter Twenty-Eight - Broken Will
Agent Alaska
Written by Avalanche Wolf
"There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them." –George Orwell
"You have to be kidding me! You can't let him do it."
Pennsylvania was yelling his outrage to the Director. Alaska looked over at the small building they had found in the jungles of Haven. Haven was a joke. Nothing was safe from anyone. Haven especially. Ever since they landed, Alaska hated the damn planet. Must have been all the trees. Yeah, definitely trees. Given a couple years and lots of men and equipment, the whole planet could be stripped bare of it all. Maybe he could sell them all. Make a nice little fortune.
He looked from the building and saw Wyoming keeping an over watch on the area. The place was crawling with Insurrectionists, the training was gone.
This was the real deal.
Alaska glanced back at three men who were bound, grouped together. They were Innies, captured by the freelancers about an hour ago. Looked like they were just a small patrol group. Alaska dealt with this before. Minimum of three men patrol squad. Small numbers to keep valuable information limited. Not hard to get good information out of them, just had to put the right amount of pressure. Then they would crack and all that sweet information would pour out like honey.
His thoughts were taken back when Penn walked over to him. "The Director wants you to interrogate the prisoners. Find out what they know, and report back. Don't take too long, Alaska."
Behind his helmet, Alaska was smiling. He was going to be using his skills again. His special touch. He could get a man with no arms to admit he shot someone. A good day. Yes, a very good day indeed. But enough remembering, he had men to question.
Alaska walked into the building and to a separate room. It wasn't grandly decorated, but leaned towards the sparser option on the scale. A table with a couple chairs. Just the way he liked it.
He walked out of the room and grabbed one of the men, pulling them along with him, into the room. He set them down into the chair and walked around for a bit. He reached up and took off his helmet, setting it on the table. He pulled out the other chair and sat down, folding his hands together and smiling at the man, his blue eyes almost shining.
"Hello. My name is Alaska. I will be the one interrogating you today. Let's start off with something simple shall we? What is your name?"
The man practically spat in his face. "Fuck you, UNSC pig!"
The man wanted Alaska angry, but he only smiled. "My, that's cute. Defiance. It's what makes you strong. Like this table."
He stood up and walked around to the man, his hand tracing along the table. "However, I am not one for steel. Metal is so cold, and lifeless. Wood is much better, if you ask me. It has a certain...feel to it. It breaths and is shaped by mere hands. Plus, it makes it easier on you."
In one motion, Alaska grabbed the man's head and slammed it into the table, fairly hard. Maybe a little too hard. The man sat up straight, looking down at the new dent in the table where his face was smashed. Alaska leaned down and looked at it.
"See?"
He walked back to his seat. "Now if it were wood, it would have simply shattered. Sparing you some of the pain, but now see what you have done? You made me damage this very nice table. But, let's get back to the question at hand. Who are you?"
Once again, the man held strong to his will. "Rot in hell."
Alaska sighed. "It's such a shame, those friends of yours. They counted on you, and you're failing them. All I need do is talk to my friends out there, and your fellow soldiers will die."
The man glared. "I don't care. We will die for our cause. We will defeat you. We don't need to descend to the level of the UNSC."
Alaska sighed and walked behind him. He reached down and removed the restraints. "Very well. You're free to go."
He walked back to his chair and sat down, holding a small piece of paper in his hand. "You won't talk, so, you may leave."
He looked at the paper and laughed slightly as the man stood up. Alaska looked up and showed him. It was a picture of a young woman and small child. Both were smiling happily, with no care in the world.
"Is this your family? Your wife, she is very lovely. And your daughter, an angel. Very beautiful."
The man leaned over the table towards Alaska. "If you hurt them..."
Alaska looked up. "Me? No, no. I won't hurt them, so long as you give me the information I need. If not, well, you may walk out. Nothing wrong with that. I could just simply go to your home on the corner of North Mountain and Stallion. Such a lovely little place. I could break into your home at night using your own security code. Fairly simple, four zero nine four five, your daughter's birthday. I will walk in, up the seventeen steps of your stairs, take a left at the top to the room at the end of the hall. Your room, I am sure. I will go in where your wife sleeps, put my pistol to her head and pull the trigger, spraying blood all over, ruining the brand new silk sheets she bought, which would be a waste. Then I will walk down to the other end of the hall and to your daughter's room. I will wake her up and tell her she is going to see mommy. Then I will put my hand around her tiny neck, and squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze until the lovely little fire in her eyes disappears."
Alaska looked up at the man who was now sitting down. He stood up and walked past him, placing the photo down in front of him. "Enjoy your choice."
Alaska was almost to the door when the man spoke. "Corporal Jacob Leroy Grayson. That's...my name."
Alaska turned around smiling. "Progress, very good. Now let's keep going Jacob. You are with the Insurrectionists, correct?"
"Yes. Former UNSC Marine."
"I see. What are you doing out here?"
"Patrol. Guarding the outer limits of the capitol for threats."
"Who is the leader of the Insurrectionists?"
"I...I don't know. I...I only know of Colonel Allen. He is based at the capitol building at the east side of the city."
"He's not the leader? That's what I want to know."
Jacob looked up. "I don't know. I just know Colonel Allen is in charge of the local area. He's guarded by a battalion. Two guards outside the presidential office with at least three more men on the inside. Random patrols through the halls and guards all around the building. Snipers on the roof. I...I went there once."
"I see. Thank you Jacob. This information will be quite useful." Alaska stood up and put his helmet on.
"Don't worry Jacob, your family will be alright. I won't hurt them. In fact, I will do you a favour." He pulled out his pistol and shot him three times. "I will make sure they can recognize you at your funeral should your body be found."
Alaska put his pistol away and pulled the body off the chair and into the corner. He walked out of the building and grabbed another prisoner, taking them in and putting them in the chair. He once again took off his helmet and set it on the table. He sat down and smiled.
"My name is Alaska. I will be the one interrogating you today. Let's start off with something simple, shall we? What is your name?"
