Chapter 49

Author's notes: Again, be forewarned that this chapter deals with dark material.

Interrogation room 3 TCS Mastiff: Phillip Windsor felt himself becoming aware of his surroundings, he felt that he was naked and restrained on a cold metal table. He slowly opened his eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the light. As he was looking around the room, the door opened and two men came in. The older dark skinned man came up to the head of the table and looked at him. "Don't waste your time trying to read my mind, it won't work."

Now Phillip felt the other man remove the sheet that was covering him, and then he felt something being attached to his genitals. He thought, "Physical torture. Humph, how juvenile." Once he was done, the second man left the room. The older man slowly walked around the table, and was humming something. He looked at Phillip now, "I hope that you're going to be more cooperative than Miss Fox was?"

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Phillip looked at him, trying to read his face. This old man must have done this sort of thing before, because his face showed no emotions. "It's really a shame what happened to her, but oh well."

Phillip's eyes were following him as best they could. The old man looked at him, "You're lady friend tried to hold out, but she couldn't."

Now he smiled, and Phillip was starting to get nervous. "It really is to bad, she was so cute. Now?" the man just shrugged his shoulders and looked at Phillip.

"But I guess that that's the price you pay for being in our line of work."

The man walked over to the wall and pressed a button. When he returned, he started placing patches on Phillip. When he was done, he opened an ampoule and poured it on Phillip. Phillip felt a strange tingling in his stomach, which seemed to spread over his entire body. The old man went back to the wall and pressed another button, and a panel slid back and a stool slid foreword. The old man pushed the stool up next to the table and sat on it.

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"Now Mr. Windsor, why don't we try the civilized approach first?"

Phillip began to look at the ceiling, and he remembered his anti-torture training. "Pain is just a figment of the mind. It's a shadow that will pass over me. I am the master of my mind."

"Mr. Windsor, or do you prefer Phillip?"

Phillip was ignoring the man. "OK then Phillip it is. Well Phillip, I want to know everything that you know about Psi-Corp, it's people and what they want from us."

Now the man smiled again, "And you're going to tell me."

The man pushed a button on a device, and Phillip began to feel sensations in his groin. As the man fiddled with the device, the sensations became stronger. Phillip felt the room getting warmer, and his breathing was increasing. He had been expecting to feel pain, but this was something different. He was now aware of the hardening of his penis, and the feelings coming from it. He tried to fight the feelings, but it was becoming difficult for him to focus. His hips began to thrust foreword on their own, He felt the increased sensations, and could do nothing to stop them. The sensations kept bringing him closer to release, but he couldn't get that final release his body now wanted and craved.

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Phillip had no idea how long he was lying there trying to both shut out this man's words, and to ignore the feelings he was having. "I - am - in - control - of - my - mind - and - body. I -- am -- in -- control. I --- am --- in --- control. I ---- uh, ---- I ---- ung ---- I ---- ohhhh ---- I ---- AAAAHHHHH." Phillip was crying, and he screamed, "I'LL TALK, JUST STOP!!!!!." The old man started to ask him quick rapid-fire questions now, and Phillip was answering them as fast as he could. When he had the answers that he wanted, Col Ellison pressed another button on the device. The muscle inhibitor on Phillips genitals deactivated, and he was allowed to release himself. Phillip couldn't believe the sensation, he had had sex before, but his orgasm seemed to go on forever. He felt a sharp pain now, the first he had felt since this had begun. The pain was in his chest and soon he felt the world around him going dark, even as he was still ejaculating.

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Col Ellison had kept him on the brink for more than an hour, before the man had broken. He had asked this man everything he could think of, before he had allowed him the release he was begging for. He had the verification of what Miss Fox had told him, and how Psi-Corp was organized. He had also gotten some unexpected information on Psi-Corp bases and operations. As he now looked at the man, he realized that the man wasn't breathing. The door to the room burst open and the med tech began to work on the man. Another med tech rushed in, and they were both trying to revive the man. A few minutes later, the emergency med team arrived, and Dr. Takahashi pushed past the Col.

She looked at the first two med techs, "How long has he been in arrest?"

The one pumping on his chest spoke, "Two to three minutes."

Dr Takahashi ran a scanner over the man; then she just looked at the Col and shook her head. Now she looked at her watch, and told everyone to stop. "His heart's blown, and his brain is fried. Time of death 14:30 GMT."

Now she looked at the Col, and rudely said, "I hope he at least talked before you killed him."

Col Ellison wanted to slap her, but he held himself back. "Yes Dr he did." and he then turned and left the room.

Now Dr Takahashi looked at her people, "Clean him up and get him to cold storage. I'm sure Dr Lloyd will want to do an autopsy on him."

The others just nodded their heads, and started to clean up the body.

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Admiral Douglas's Office: The Admiral reviewed the data that Col Ellison had given him. Part of what the man and woman had told them was public record. But the names of the higher ups of Psi-Corp were not. Also he found that by checking with General Hague, that the Psi-Corp had no bases on mars 'officially'. But what he liked was what Mr. Windsor had told them about their telepathic abilities, for most of them to be the most affective; they had to have a direct line of sight. The rest of the information was downloaded onto a data crystal and he would send it to General Hague after the last interrogation was complete. Perhaps the EA Intel people would find it interesting. Now he had Dr Lloyd paged to his office. Once she was there, he asked her, "So what are the results of the scans on them?"

Dr Lloyd looked at him, "Well sir, Miss Fox has regressed to the mental state of about 5 years old. Perhaps with counseling and the correct drug regimen, she may get back to the mental age of a 10 to 12 year old."

"And the other one Dr?"

"Well sir, apparently Mr. Windsor had a complete shut down of his mind and a massive heart attack. His heart is showing a massive infarct of 85 percent."

"I see Dr, anything else?"

"Yes sir. We found that anatomically their brains are identical to yours or mine. But, the neural chemistry is definitely different. There are higher levels of Seratonin, and they have a protein in their tissues that is not present in other humans. We're still trying to identify this protein sir."

"Thank you Dr."

Now Heidi looked at the admiral, "One more thing sir, I spoke to Terry. I understand now why this is important to you. And she also mentioned the sleepers."

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The admiral saw something in Heidi's eyes, "Go on."

"Well sir, I contacted the stations CMO, and he told me that they have several doses of the medication. I asked him if I could get a hold of some of it. So we did a little horse trading, and."

He saw that look in her eyes again, and now a little smile. "And what?"

"Well sir, I have my people running a complete analysis of it. Hopefully in 24 hours we should know exactly how it works sir."

"Thank you Heidi, keep me apprised of the results."

"Yes sir."

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Interrogation room 1 TCS Mastiff: Anthony Mason awoke in a dark room. He felt that he was restrained on a metal table, and that a sheet covered him. He heard a door open, and the burst of light made him shut his eyes rapidly. He heard what he thought were people moving around him, and then the light was gone. As he opened his eyes again, he thought he saw a shape moving in the darkness "Hello Mr. Mason. I trust that you're not to uncomfortable."

The disembodied voice seemed to be slowly moving around the table. "I have something to tell you, and to show you."

He felt the top half of the table rise, and soon he was in a seated position. Now a spot on the wall in front of him activated, and he could see a monitor. "Mr. Mason, I've already talked to your two associates, they were very helpful. But I have to tell you, I don't think that they will be attending the next Psi-Corp picnic."

Now the monitor activated, and he saw the split screen images. Philip was on a table, and he appeared to be dead. Melissa was in a room, and was huddled up in the corner slowly rocking back and forth.

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"Now Mr. Mason, or should I say Dr Mason? You can see that your associates didn't fair to well, and unless you want to end up like them, you should cooperate."

"If I cooperate, then I'm a dead man."

"Maybe Dr, or maybe not. But I can guarantee that if you don't cooperate. Then you'll either be dead or a mental vegetable. I'll let you think about that for a while."

The light from the doorway hit his face, and was soon gone. When his vision cleared, he saw that the monitor was still on. He looked at it and thought that this was perhaps a live feed. He was positive that it was, when after some time he saw a shadow pass over Phillips body, and he heard the voice again. "It's a shame, so young and so much potential."

He now looked closely at Melissa. He couldn't be sure without examining her, but Melissa was showing signs of sever mental trauma and shutdown. He couldn't imagine what kind of torture that she must have endured to do that to her. They were P-12's after all, the highest rating in Psi-Corp. If these people could do this to them, then he couldn't imagine what they could do to say a P-3 or a P-6 telepath?

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Now he felt himself start to get nervous. "I must stay in control. I must not let them see fear. I am in control."

The door opened again after some time, and he heard the voice again. "So Dr, do we do this the civilized way, or do I show you what you associates went through first hand?"

Anthony Mason said out loud, "The Corp is mother, the Corp is father. I will never betray them."

"I'm sorry you feel that way Dr."

Now the head of the table was lowering, and soon a man was placing patches on his body.