Happy New Year everybody! And thanks for your patience on the next fallow up chapter to MERCY One Shots. Things have not been very good on my end for a while now, so writing fanfics were put on the back burner… Again. But it's being done one chapter at a time, and I promise to keep up with it as best I can.
Before getting too far in this chapter, I would like to point something out that is not true towards the end. Without revealing too many spoilers, I want people to know I completely made up Victor Cortes. He is not real, there for his place in American history is not real. So please don't try looking him up and flooding the comments with how wrong I am. Also, there is some Spanish in this chapter and though it is basic, my Spanish is rusty at best. Apologies in advance if I mistranslated anything.
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MERCY
Chapter 41.2
Silvia, Steve, and the Autobots
It was another sweltering morning as Silvia made her way through the warehouse with a green office chair rolling behind her in one hand, and a clipboard and pen in the other. The cheap plastic rollers clicking over the cracks in the concrete floor covered the sound of her rarely warn black heels. She didn't dress in her professional outfit that often, but she wanted to test the waters as she interviewed the Decepticon in their custody for the fifth time. So she dawned herself with her best office like armor. She looked professional enough with her black ebony hair sleeked up with chop sticks, and her emerald-green eyes glistening behind light orange temple framed reading glasses. But her shallow buttoned white blouse tucked into her sleek black pencil skirt really added a subtle, 'I'm here to listen, but I won't take any nonsense', sort of look.
Her appearance seemed intimidating at first glance, but Silvia needed to try something. She was getting nearly nowhere with her current approach of casual discussion and only learning that his name was Steve, and he was a Vehicon type battle drone. Ater that, he fell into a routine of silence. Silvia was hoping that her change in appearance and general manner might kick start a new reaction from the prisoner.
However, she didn't want to pressure Steve into thinking the obligations were left without a choice. Judging by the health examination Ratchet indulged in the young psychiatrist, Steve had been through a lot of past physical trauma. His current injuries aside, he was littered with multiple mesh scarring and some of them reopened repeatedly. Even Ratchet, with his years of experience, was shocked by how many Steve had. But he admitted that he didn't have a lot of experience with treating drones. He hoped he was doing right by the indentured servant, and also hoped he wasn't making things worse. Simply, just being an Autobot may be putting a large emotional strain on his psyche.
"Good morning, Steve." Silvia called out her greeting as she approached the room. "How are you feeling today?"
There was no reply as she reached the stairs to the loft landing. The chair was light, so it wasn't a big struggle to lift it over her shoulders. When she reached the top of the landing, she slid the chair beside the railing closest to the drone's helm. "Did you recharge well?"
Still no reply and Steve didn't do much but continue to stare at the opposite wall. His silence at this point was his best defense. The longer he could stall, the better his chances of finding a way out of his restraints. His attitude didn't stop the little human from speaking at her leisure, and maybe it even encouraged it.
"You look like you're doing well. I see Ratchet has removed the brace on your wrist." Silvia tilted her glasses after taking the clipboard out from under her arm. The Vehicon could hear her flip through the primitive pages of paper, but he still didn't move. Even if he found the sound of crumpling tree remains to be slightly annoying. He really wondered how humans could stand it, and why they still put up with it. They already have the technology to digitize notes, why bother with such primitive tools? "I just remembered something from my notes. When we brought you here and you first regained consciousness, you mentioned a random name. Caspian, I believe it was?"
The mention of the young drone involuntarily encouraged an aggressive sigh from Steve's chest. His chassis rising and falling was very telling, so Silvia quickly took note of it.
"It's a very pretty name. Is Caspian another drone? Maybe a friend of yours?"
She couldn't see the expression on Steve's face, but she could tell by the way he tensed that this discussion was making him uncomfortable. This might lead somewhere, but she needed to tread carefully.
"You were asking for him… Or her? Were they with you when you were shot?" There was another subtle shift in Steve's frame, this time he turned his left pede in the captain's direction. This didn't feel like a retreat, so Silvia stayed on the topic of the mysterious Caspian. "If your friend is in trouble, we can look into helping him… Him? I'm sorry, but at this point I'm assuming Caspian must be a mech. I can't really recall a time seeing a feme drone or otherwise in the field. Except for Arcee, and you've met her. Lovely feme bot."
She was trying to be a little cheeky. Lighten the tension if she could, but it didn't appear to work. It got Steve's attention, and he finally turned his helm to look at her. He didn't mean to glare at the ebony haired human, but his tight lipped and half shuttered optic expression said enough. Silvia tried not to smirk, but his face did encourage a tiny smile. She sighed it away though since she still needed to be professional.
"Anyway, that brings up another question for me. Can you tell me if there are more femes on the Nemesis? Besides Arachnid?"
The very mention of the spider like con instilled fear in Steve's spark. He tried to turn his helm upward before he could show it but revealed his anxiety in his haste to look away. Silvia's pen scribbled away on the clipboard, making sure she remembered to bring this up again as well. He was clearly terrified of Arachnid, and considering her reputation, she didn't blame the drone. She needed to retrain her curiosity and avoid asking if she was the one who inflicted the injuries on him. Judging by Steve's shivering he was not emotionally ready to answer those questions, so for now, Silvia would shut that conversation down.
"Okay Steve…" She closed her eyes softly while tucking her clipboard face down on her lap. "My time with you isn't up yet, but we don't have to talk any more if you don't want to. If you just want things to be quite, we can just hang here and be quite."
There was an unspoken condition to her proposal. She meant it when she said he didn't need to speak, but if he wanted to be alone, then he would have to ask her to leave. Silvia was hoping to get some verbal contact from the traumatized fighter, but it was also a good sign that he didn't upright dismiss her. This meant Steve didn't want to be left alone and it revealed a level of trust for the talkative organic. The violet con could even see through her plan, it wasn't intended to be subtle, and he appreciated it. He might not want to openly communicate with anyone in the base, but he also didn't want to be alone. Silvia wasn't his friend, but not quite an enemy yet. Her company was welcomed to the extent of her presence and nothing more.
A half hour went by without incident, and the pretty phycologist stayed there even after Steve fell back into recharge. She still had fifteen minutes of time set aside for the Vehicon and she would use it until told to leave. However, her time was interrupted anyway by a soldier guarding the warehouse perimeter.
"Captain Hart." The young man saluted her and waited for her acknowledgment.
"At ease." Silvia whispered kindly with a finger over her lips. "And please speak softly. The prisoner needs to get as much rest as he can."
"Sir, I have a message from Autobot Ratchet from sector Autobot Outpost 1." He released his salute, and complied with the request of speaking softly, but his formalities remained. "He has requested you return to the base early. Agent Fowler has reported another Decepticon invasion. The same facility was disrupted two weeks ago and is currently under attack. Autobot Ratchet claims Autobot Arcee may have found a way onto the enemy ship."
"Really?" Her green eyes widened. This was critical news, and if it was true then that meant all hands should be on deck. Even if there wasn't a lot Silvia could do on hand, it still didn't feel right not to be there showing support. But that meant she would need to leave Steve. The soldier didn't mean to lose sight of his form, but he could see the conflict in his superior's expression. He decided to tempt being forward if he could.
"Captain Hart, may I offer my services and take over your duties to monitor the prisoner?"
"Oh…?" Silvia fretted for a moment, but knew she needed to act quickly. "Very well, it may be the best solution. But there are a few conditions you should be aware of if you are staying."
"Yes sir?" The young man stood at attention for his next round of instructions; making his Captain sigh.
"First of all, relax, or at ease… Again. You need to be confident and comfortable around him or he'll pick up on your tension. Also, do not refer to him as 'the prisoner'. He is currently being viewed as a patient, so you may address him formally as sir, or call him by his name Steve. Are you with me so far?"
"Yes Captain." The soldier answered rather casually, as if he was already adjusting to his higher officer's command to be more lucid. "Anything else?"
"Yes, take a seat." She stood and offered the chair to the private. She noticed he didn't have a weapon on hand. Odd, but not unheard of from some of the newer recruits on security detail from this side of the facility. She shrugged and carried on. "For now I need you to relax. I will be calling in another guard to help you with security duties. You only need to stay here for ten more minutes, and if he wakes up before I return, let him know I will be back. Just say I had a pressing matter to attend too. I think he trusts me enough to make good on that promise."
"Understood, I shall remain until seventeen hundred hours."
"What is your name, private?"
"Second class Marvin L. Aday." He was quick to answer and even for a soldier it was strange how eagerly he addressed himself. Yet Silvia didn't have the time to dwell on it. She needed to call for a Ground Bridge, and hurry to her friends in need.
"Thank you Private Aday. I will be back as soon as possible." She felt strange leaving as she descended the stairs. She normally trusted her gut, but she couldn't resist the thought of Optimus finally being found. She really wanted to be there to support Ratchet most of all.
When Silvia reached the base of the stairs, she used her radio to contact Bulkhead for more clarity of the situation. He seemed like the best choice at the time, but all he had time to mumble before losing his connection with her was a quick, 'I will send you a ground bridge now.'
A blue flash emanated from the far end of the warehouse floor, which she ran to as quickly as she could in short heels. Before she clacked away across the concrete, she fumbled as she tried to put the radio away and struggled to pull her cell phone out of her bra (her pencil skirt didn't have any pockets). She didn't have a lot of time to make another phone call, but she felt it was necessary to make the effort.
"Hola? Abuelo?" She questioned over the phone mid-sprint through the vortex in front of her. "Sorry for calling so late, but I need a favor. Could you look into the personnel files on my Drone case? I have a question about one of my new guys."
"You weren't able to determine the Decepticon's location? Or if Optimus was even aboard ship?" Ratchet asked Arcee while she sat on the medical berth. Her faceplate tried to remain placid, but she was too angry to control her expressions. Inevitably, she needed to turn her face away from Ratchet as he continued to examine her. She knew he was the one hit the most with Optimus's disappearance. Although he did a good job concealing his angst, the two-wheeler didn't want to increase the collective stress that was haunting the Autobot outpost. The challenge was easier set than put into practice.
"I… Couldn't confirm." She glanced at the ground as she sat up, still unable to look Ratchet in his optics. Silvia returned to the base just in time for Arcee to request a Ground Bridge for herself. She was disappointed that she missed so much, but she knew right away that her presence was appreciated when Ratchet glanced at his small friend and smiled. It was merely a smirk, but it was more than Silvia could ever expect, and she was grateful for it.
The moment quickly passed when Bulkhead slammed his fist against the nearest work bench. His blow crushed a random tool that once resembled a handheld internal scanner. Now it would make a great paper weight.
Ratchet tried to stand so he could address this outburst, but his mobility was limited by his heavy torso. The carrying medic barely managed to adjust his positioning to face the Wrecker. He twisted on one knee and tried to keep his voice stern as he shouted, "Bulkhead! I—!"
"What?! You needed that?!" The green bot interrupted angerly. He did not care if his emotional flareup caused anyone any grievances, but only because he was struggling with his own. That is the only reason Silvia kept her thoughts in her mind, but the angry wrecker was not done. "The only thing I need is our head honcho back!"
Even Arcee flinched a little when Bulkhead's tantrum continued, and he smashed his fists together. She was only surprised because she was still distracted with her own thoughts. Thoughts of her own faults and how she failed miserably. Jack was closest to her and noticed his partner's struggles as she tensed over her knees. "It's not your fault." He said to her gently, and she wanted to accept his kindness. But she was still angry and it was adding to the collective angst in the room.
"If any one of us needed rescuing, Optimus would have found a way! I didn't! Simple as that…!"
Before Silvia could jump in and try to offer support for Arcee's sudden outburst of insecurity, Fowler called in. Immediately he began his rant without any empathy, but to be fair, he couldn't exactly read a room he wasn't currently in.
"Ratchet?! What happened out there?" He didn't notice that Silvia was there, so Ratchet was the obvious highest rank to address. What clearly wasn't obvious to their other liaison was how his heavily pregnant ward was still struggling to stand up. Maybe if he did, Fowler would soften his ranting… Which it didn't.
"Reports indicated at least a dozen wounded? The heats on me to provide some explanation! You bots better get your act together, or the pentagon is going to make me shut down your base!" As quickly as he appeared, he was gone in a flash. Silvia debated whether he did that on purpose or not. Either he trying to startle the Autobots into his definition of good behavior, or he did suddenly noticed his younger and more superior officer was there and was just trying to keep his chest puffed to save face.
"But… Where would you guys go?" Raff chimed in while he watched Bulkhead move over to Ratchet. He offered his friend his arm to help the medic up. It was his attempt to apologize for his tantrum, and Ratchet accepted it without adding any more tension. It was a struggle to remain understanding, but he did his best.
"Who knows…" He sighed as Bulkhead gently pulled him into a stance. Ratchet arched his back before he began to pace. "Maybe they'll ship us out to some island? Or maybe fire us into space, wouldn't that be a welcomed relief?"
"I won't allow that to happen, Ratchet." Silvia interjected as she walked up to Raff and placed her hands on his shoulders. She gently squeezed them, hoping to ease the young man's worries as she continued to address the very tense room. "Don't forget that, like Agent Fowler, I am also your liaison. But I have better connections and influence to keep you all together. Trust me when I tell you that I use my powers of privilege for good."
"I don't blame Fowler!" Arcee interrupted, clearly still upset, and still not fully paying attention to what others were saying. "Optimus would've evacuated all humans from the area before engaging the cons!"
Bumblebee finally chirped something that Silvia missed, but judging by Raff's body language it was probably something reassuring. An effort to deescalate the tone of his friends before they said something he knew they would regret later. Bulkhead did not help.
"We don't know what Optimus would've done, because he's not here!"
"You're pretty good at stating the obvious Bulk…" The only feme in the group was losing her grip on her patients, and now she didn't care if she took her frustrations out on her husky teammate. "Anything else you would like to mention that we already know?!"
"Nothing that I can say in front of the children…" He growled back; the two bots now face to face and staring each other down.
Silvia was amazed that moment when all three of the mentioned children ran up between them and waved their arms for the bot's attention. Jack's thoughts became the voice of reason, reminding his giant friends that they were a team while suggesting something radical. "Now that the cons have their power source to construct the Space Bridge, why don't we let them finish it?"
"Why? So they can bring more zombies back from Cybertron?!" Now that Bulkhead was barking at Jack, Arcee remembered that her human partner was her responsibility. She stepped in between him and the cross wrecking ball, and again glared at him. In the meantime, Jack answered the green bot's question in confidence.
"No, so we can commandeer it… And use it to send me to Cybertron."
The discussion of sending a child into space was discussed briefly, but with serious conviction for the remainder of the night. A conclusion was reached that this plan, shaky as it was, was the best option they had at the moment. When everyone collectively took a small sigh of less than optimistic relief, Ratchet suggested that everyone retire for the next eight hours. Considering the situation, the amount of time seemed extreme, but reflecting on everyone's outburst the white mech found it necessary. He thought if Optimus was there, he would suggest the same thing, so he indulged that gut feeling and made sure everyone went their separate ways. Silvia didn't pay attention to were the other three Cybertronians dismissed themselves too. All she knew was that Bumblebee left through the main entrance, Bulkhead stomped off towards the showers, and Arcee went to the roof.
Without question, Silvia knew that Ratchet returned to his and Optimus's quarters. Her next priority was to check on him as soon as she finished attending to the children. Not a difficult task since the young trio have made themselves comfortably independent around the tiers of the base. It was agreed that they would stay the night and get to work setting up their sleeping arrangements on the main platform. As Miko escorted her friends up to her apartment to hunt for sleeping bags and a quick meal, the captain took the opportunity to sneak away.
She listened to her own heels clicking away on the concrete floor until she found it annoying and decided to kick them off. When she decided she would also pocket her glasses, she finally reached the Prime's quarters. Her thoughts trailed off to taking out her hairpin, but the sound of light sobbing stilled her hand. The giant metal door was cracked just enough for Silvia to slip inside, but first she peered in to see a heavily carrying mech sitting on the edge of his berth. Ratchet cried softly as he stroked his torso. A portion of his abdominal plating was removed to make room for his growing mesh and give him less pressure on his chest. It was just enough room to allow him to take shallow breaths, and it was the only thing he found comforting for the time being.
"Optimus…" The sad medic whispered as he wiped away a stray tear. Silvia sighed and debated whether she should knock and enter, or just leave him to grieve in private. "I know you're there Silvia… You may as well come in."
"Sorry Ratchet." Silvia shrugged as she pushed her way into the room. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
"It's fine… Really." Ratchet sniffled, but he smiled while he sat up right. "I knew I was eventually going to breakdown. I'm just glad I made it back here before I lost control."
"No one will judge you for showing this kind of emotion. The rest of the bots are not just your teammates, they're your friends. And I guess everyone is a little stressed right now. I'm confident that with a little time apart and some rest, everyone will feel much better."
"Perhaps the others will, yes." The medic replied with a yawn and flinched when he tried to adjust his seating position. "I don't know if I'll be able too. I haven't been able to recharge well without Optimus."
Silvia observed her friend lean back and sigh over his engorged frame. The twins could feel his angst but did not understand the length of their Barrer's sorrow. In turn, Ratchet could also feel their distress and the feeling of helplessness seeped through all of their processors.
"I can see why that would be an issue." His human friend approached the foot of his berth and began to climb the mesh material. "No offense but lying on your side with that big belly can't be very comfortable."
"It's not." The medic rubbed his outer plating and mesh in an attempt to appease the small trembling beneath. It didn't do much. "It's easier to recharge sitting up right, or at least lying back while being propped up. Optimus would lay down first and I would roll over into his side… It was just enough leverage for me to rest comfortably. He was always so worried about my comfort."
Silvia didn't see the expression on Ratchet's face, but she could feel it. The concern for his Boundmate was so strong that he barely felt his friend's hand reach up and touch the side of his abdominal plating. The twins felt something new amongst their enclosure. It was small, very small, but warm and non-threating. Silvia smiled when she felt the tiny lights (to her a bit larger) swim around her palm. She started to hum to them while circling her hand in place, and relished the experience she was gifted. Truly, the Cybertronian anatomy was amazing, and she adored every chance she had to learn about it… And to be close to it.
"What are you humming?" Ratchet finally asked, appreciating the small distraction from his sadness.
"It's an old song called 'Heaven Can Wait'." Silvia replied, still smiling, and patting the metal in front of her. "My Abuela was a big Meat Loaf fan, so I spent a lot of my childhood listening to the Bat Out of Hell albums on repeat—."
Suddenly, her expression shifted, and her hand stilled. Silvia struck a realization that first surprised her, but then she felt furious. Fury at herself for not noticing her mistake in the first place.
"Oh… I'm such an idiot."
"What's wrong?" The medic tilted his helm, both curious and concerned. The captain just waved her hand in front of her face and stepped back. She attempted to dispel Ratchet's worry and quickly back-pedaled on her statement.
"No, no! Nothing, really. I just need to get back to the other outpost and check on Steve. I thought of something that might help."
"Should I occupancy you?" The bot shifted his weight again and tried to sit up, but his friend was quick to correct him.
"No, it's okay. I think it'd be best if it's just me for now. Steve and I are making slow progress, so if you come in while we're talking, he might feel suspect about his own health." Silvia tussled around her brassiere in search of her phone while beginning her descent off the berth. "Just rest as best you can Ratchet. I promise I will contact you if anything changes."
"Well… If you insist." Ratchet decided not to question her. Silvia has yet to truly give him any pause for his faith in her, and if there was anything that she was leaving out, it was for a good reason. He would find out about it all soon enough, and he trusted his own instincts in that logic.
Enough was said apart from their final goodbyes, and even that was brief as she sped across the room and trying to dial at the same time. She was on the phone for barely half a minute before she made it pass the cracked open door and crashed into a trio of eavesdroppers. All three of the human children were there lined up shortest to tallest and poor Rafael took the brunt of Silvia's mad dash. Her knee, luckily, missed his nose and glasses but hit the youngest member of the team square in his forehead. It was enough to push him back into Miko, who was crouched behind him. She in turn ran back into Jack and then all three tumbled back on to their rear ends and bolstering 'Ow!' upon impact.
"Wha—? What are you three doing here?" Silvia whispered harshly, just in time to hear a very confused 'Hola?' over her cell speaker. "Si, si, si! Hola Abuelo. Lo siento, puedes darme un segundo?"
"Oh, you're on the phone with your grandpa." Rafael mumbled between his hands while he rubbed his forehead with enthusiasm. He, like his friends, was eager to get out of there and avoid the lecture to follow. "We'll just leave you to your call—."
"Hold it you three." The current adult said sternly with her hand over the receiver. "Over to the stairwell. Now. I will deal with you when I'm done talking to my grandfather."
Jack, Miko, and Rafael all stood up and scampered away from Ratchet's door. There was enough dirt on the floor that they were able create a cloud with their feet as they took off. Silvia shook her head before her attention returned to her phone.
"Yes, Abuelo, I'm here. Sorry, but this is very important. Remember that recruit I asked you to look into earlier? I need you to—Oh? You're already there?"
Before she slipped away, Silvia peeked in on Ratchet. She wanted to make sure he was still in his berth and not getting up to see why everyone was shouting. To her surprise the white bot was slumped up right in his berth and uncomfortably lying against the wall behind him. Poor Ratchet, she sighed in her head, but at least he was finally asleep.
"Yes, thank you Abuelo. Just hold him there until I get back. I have one more thing to take care of here… Uh-huh… Yes, just observe for now. Do not engage unless he does anything suspicious… I will be quick, thanks again."
When she hung up her phone, she marched down the corridor to the main area, where she found the human children crouching in a group huddle. They split apart the moment they noticed Silvia behind them. It wasn't her intention to stare them down, but she was cross enough to pout while tapping her stocking clad toes on the floor.
"I don't mean to sound miffed, but all three of you should be upstairs resting and letting the Bots rest too. Care to explain why I found you all in order of maturity lined up outside of Ratchet's quarters?"
"Oh? Was that Ratchet's quarters?" Miko smirked awkwardly while twirling her ponytail. "Wow, we really got turned around. We were looking for the… Uhhh…"
"Bathroom!"
"Amory!"
"Backdoor!"
The trio answered their human mentor in near unison as they came up with the worse excuses they could think of on the spot.
"Seriously, that's the best you got."
"Well you're right Captain. We do need to rest." Jack scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed that he shouted out bathroom a minute ago.
"We're just worried about Ratchet's health." Rafeal added with a saddened tone in his voice. It was shallow enough to soften Silvia's resolve to the point where she uncrossed her arms.
"Raff is right. Not only is Ratchet carrying twin robo babies… But his robo baby-daddy is missing with no clue to his whereabouts." Miko half hugged Rafeal as she colorfully explained herself. "He's a giant old crank, but he's our giant old crank… We just wish there was something we could do to help him."
"Oh you three…" Silvia ran her fingers through her hair and sighed in defeat. It was honestly relaxing to feel as though someone else was the same page as her. This pause in the days chaos gave her a second of clarity, and a plan began to form in her head. It was cut short by the vibrations in her hand and her phone went off again. Reading the message across her screen, Silvia knew she was pressed for time. "God, I wish I could be in two places at once. Look guys, I really, really, really need to check in on Steve again, but I do have an idea on how to help Ratchet feel better. If I give you some instructions and thoughts, think you can convince your bot guardians to chip in and help?"
"We can try." Rafael shrugged.
"Lay it on us!" Miko also replied and was more eager to get to work. Her enthusiasm was, for sure, a perk up for the group gathered in the main area. Silvia felt very confident in trusting all three of the children with this chore. As she bent down to whisper to them in a huddle, she thought to herself, 'Such good kids… Wonderful kids.'
"Let me out of here!" A young soldier shouted as he struggled against his restraints. He didn't quite understand what happened. One minute he was tasked with guarding a restrained mechanoid, and the next he was being strapped to a chair and thrown into a solitary room. He was locked in there for nearly two hours, and he was sure he knew why he was there. But there was no chance of him admitting why he was imprisoned. Not without a fight anyway. "I may be just a private officer, but I know my rights! I'll find a way to take this to the highest military court and have EVERYONE in this washup of a base court marshalled! From the highest ranked official, to the God damn bugs up all your asses!"
"I'd be more concerned with your own ass if I were you." From the darkest end of the makeshift prison cell emerged the beautiful emerald eyed Captain that had tasked him with mech sitting duty in the first place. Her appearance, however, was more lax then the last time he saw her. Black hair that was neatly pushed up into a bun was now loose and bouncing in large waves above her shoulders. Her makeup was still neat, but the tiredness around her eyes was expressed with how her thin lined eyeliner was now a convenient smokey eye. No shoes. Odd, the restrained soldier thought, but couldn't help but notice her long legs completely laced in thin, black stockings. As his eyes followed the length of her thighs up to a tight (yet partially unzipped down the side) pencil skirt, he quickly shook his head. The soldier knew exactly what she was doing now. She wasn't being casual; she was trying to trip him up.
"Captain Silvia! Thank goodness you are here!" He tried to change his attitude and fain his confusion. "This whole thing is a huge misunderstanding! Can you please tell that confused illegal that you assigned me to watch the robot while you were gone—?!"
He was cut off by a sudden jerking under his foot. The woman had caught up to him and hooked her own foot under the chairs front leg. She pulled it out and forced the chair backwards onto the ground. Not caring if he received a concussion or not made it clear that her new appearance wasn't intended to distract him, but to intimidate him… And it was working, because he had Silvia's full attention and nearly the all the contents of his bladder.
"First of all… That illegal you just mentioned was my grandfather. The first Cuban-American to become Attorney General of the United States, Victor Cortes." She hissed over the bigoted spy beneath her, not caring if he could see up her skirt while she pinned his chest with her foot. "Second… I had my suspicions of you from the beginning. I mean, really? Marvin L. Aday? I might not have been born in the seventies, but I know who MeatLoaf is. Seriously dude, if I didn't think being a spy for MECH was your only job, I would tell you not to quit your day job."
"Ha… Ha, ha, ha…! MECH? What's a MECH—? YIPE!"
The foot on his chest skipped over his stomach and landed harshly between his open legs. With skill and control she was able to stave her leg from pushing down on his crotch.
"Another thing that gave you away was how you called me Captain Silvia instead of Captain Hart just now. No soldier under my command has ever had the gull to be so informal around me. Though my military career is young, there has only been one person who has ever called me by my first name… And there's no doubt in my mind that he's the one who trained you and sent you here."
As she harshly gloated over the heavily sweating spy, she slowly lowered her foot. Adding painful pressure to the poorly tailored trousers beneath it.
"So listen and listen well. I'm going to interrogate you now. You are going to answer every question with the truth, and for every lie you tell me… You loose a ball." Silvia leaned over her extended knee and glared at the shivering young man. "I doubt you will answer me incorrectly more than once, and yes, I will be able to tell if you lie to me… And my first question… Is a hard one."
In one swift move, the scary gorgeous woman, pulled the chair up with only her foot and caught the spy by his shoulders. Then she swung the captive around until his back slammed against a nearby wall. His feet still didn't touch the floor because Silvia was so strong, she was able to lift him up to make eye contact. She leered over him in the shadows of her own hair, like a gorgon trying to turn him into stone. Her monstrous actions and looks were all highlighted by the change in her voice.
"Answer me now boy…" Silvia hissed in such horror that the imprisoned spy could no longer hold his water. "Where is the leader of MECH… Where is Leland Bishop!"
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