Chapter 3
"Losing their Devil Baby"
Having just been forced to endure the waterboarding, Bree was placed back against the wall, the ropes once again bounding her. The interrogator then turned to Sloan as the next person to provide him with the information that was needed out of them.
"Why can't you idiots see that we are veterinarians?" he pleaded. "Those elephants were harmed and…"
"Because we are not believing every little word that comes out of your mouth," snapped the interrogator, taking his knife and pointing it right at Sloan's chin. "We happen to have evidence that you just so happen not to be veterinarians at all."
One of the interrogators handed the lead interrogator a manila envelope, opening it up along with several stacks of paper that were inside.
"Where did you get that from?" gasped Bree as she spat up some more water.
"This is from our country's immigration control at the Nairobi airport," explained the interrogator. "It says here that your claim to be veterinarians was called into question and our friends at the American and British embassies agree as well. Tell me something, where did you get your licenses to practice veterinary medicine?"
Neither Sloan nor Bree said nothing.
"I thought as much," the interrogator said. "We happened to execute a search warrant of your trailer after your arrest and we found that the documents claiming your profession were really stolen. You were using stolen licenses from two dead primatologists. How did you get those forms of identification?"
"We went to school for them," Sloan answered defiantly, but the interrogator didn't buy it. He then motioned for one of the interrogators who was smoking a cigarette to come forward. "What are you doing?"
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, the man took the still lit cigarette and aimed it at Sloan's private areas, placing the cigarette on his groin, Sloan let out a loud cry of pain.
"Typically, it takes 4 years to obtain a doctorate in veterinarian medicine," explained the interrogator. "The truth is that neither of you went to veterinarian school."
The cigar holding figure twisted the cigarette deeper into Sloan's privates, causing him to scream.
"Stop it!" cried Bree. "Stop it!"
"Why should I stop him? The truth is out there. You lied your way into the country and used two licenses belonging to murdered primatologists. According to the reports, you just so happened to be in Borneo hunting down orangutans when you ran into these primatologists, correct?"
"So what if we were in Borneo?" Sloan gasped, still feeling the burning from the cigarette. "Those Orangutans were worth thousands of dollars! But we never intended to hurt them!"
The interrogator then took his baton and whacked Sloan in the chest, breaking some of his ribs.
"That was not what one of your fellow poachers just revealed," he said. "Who just so happened to accompany you to Borneo, correct?"
Both Sloan and Bree looked at one another in amazement that one of their own had betrayed them.
"There were five of you out in the jungle and two of your party killed the primatologists of whose licenses you used. Tell me something, do you remember these people?"
He then took a pair of pictures out of the folder and showed them to the captive Blackburns. One was a man of his early 30s with brown hair and a beard and the other was a woman in her early 30's with short brown hair.
"No? Well, you should because you helped murder them!" the interrogator cried. "Michael and Lisa Richards, two innocent lives murdered by you!"
"We didn't kill them ourselves, those other poachers did," cried Bree as the interrogator took notice of her stomach again. Unfazed, he walked over to Bree and felt the urge to send a warning to them.
"You didn't kill them yet those other poachers did?" the interrogator asked. "I agree to disagree here because the people you helped murder in Borneo three years ago just so happened to have a child…"
The interrogator felt a sudden rage build inside of him as he gripped the club tightly. He was going to send a message to the Blackburns by any means necessary.
"Of whom you held prisoner along with Eliza Thornberry!" he shouted and he jammed the club hard into Bree's stomach causing her to yell out in pain as Sloan looked on in horror!
"NOOOO!" Sloan cried as blood fell out of Bree and onto the floor. "NOOO!"
All Bree could do was scream out in pain and agony of what had just transpired as more blood came out of her.
"I'm sorry," the interrogator apologized in a mocking tone. "Did I happen to mention that the same boy whose parents you helped murder just so happens to be the adopted son of the Thornberry family that you tried to destroy?"
But Bree kept screaming in agony and anguish. This tested the interrogator's patience and he slapped her across the face to get her to stop crying.
"You monsters, all of you!" Sloan cried out, trying to move against the chains holding him. "I'll have you all fired for brutality!"
"How does it feel to go through the same pain you put the animals and humans through? I know, it's probably bad because that's what poachers like you do!"
"My baby! MY BABY!" shrieked Bree. "MURDERERS! MY BABY!"
"Perhaps now you will confess and answer all questions we ask you," the interrogator remarked as both Bree and Sloan were now screaming. "Still, we feel it's necessary to do a little housekeeping here. Take them back to their cells while we clean this mess up."
Releasing them from their bonds, the interrogators lead Sloan away from the interrogation room as Bree continued to bleed out from her lost unborn child.
"MY BABY! MY BABY!" she wailed as the interrogator watched without any remorse. "MY BABY!"
"If you had only cooperated, you would still have your child," the interrogator cried. "In fact, if you never harmed the Thornberrys, let alone the animals, you would still have your child. Speaking of which, call the hospital and have her baby removed. I don't think we would want to have blood all over the floor."
Sighing deeply, the interrogator turned and looked at the mess that was made of the interrogation room. Dropping his guard, he felt nothing but remorse for his actions while at the same time, he prevented a pure innocent soul from becoming another poacher. Still, he had a duty to fulfill and secure justice for the Blackburn's victims by any means necessary.
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