He started when he was put hands on him. Some jailers took care of him professionally and energetically. It was quickly put up, and saw that my legs numb from the long and awkward posture not support him, grabbed him in two under the armpits and dragged him away weight.
When the interrogators entered the room knew that they were different in at least three different deodorants, one of which is typically female.
Someone behind her she pulled away abruptly plugs from his ears. It was as if the world exploded around him. A lump of hissing sounds in the ear pierced again, free, bouncing to the brain.
The low voice of the accuser sounded the right of the prisoner
-Have you had enough time to think about it, T-11403 PO. Now my colleague will address you a few questions: weigh well the words when you answer.
-return in the evening of February 2 this year, the metallic voice rasped that the prisoner is now well recognized. We do not care nothing of the man who died in the Mercedes, because now we know everything about him: his name was Steve Tirrell, 29, was a renegade of Minnesota, a former Marine, dishonorably discharged from the Corps for theft and other rubbish, a scoundrel, and he was the bodyguard of your bitch Russian. Since you want to know who was to meet the woman that night and where the meeting was to take place. Easy, right? You were driving, but you knew where you went.
"Fingerprints, meanwhile, thought the prisoner mold of the teeth, store the DNA tests that all the Marines are, then the data is recorded and reported to the surface when needed. Shari has not spoken for sure. They know the name Steve cursed because of their archives. Shari has not spoken, no one said anything she nor Steve nor myself, nor of our mission. It is one of their dirty tricks: a smear of shit dead who can no longer replicate. No, gentlemen! Shari had not spoken, he had tucked into his characters Nikolai Gogol.
"Then, T-PO 11403, what are you waiting for? You can not protect her anymore, your bitch has gone the way that Russia deserved the 'We cooked over low heat. Here and there is roasted a bit', and have burned those nice little places that you loved so much.
The woman from the metallic voice began to laugh, a laugh metal, of course. It did take a fit of laughter almost to sob.
-Beautiful, beautiful ... true, true, the week of Odessa ... beautiful beach, beautiful cottage ... good night all fire burning with the Russian ... the inquisitive laughed without restraint.
"How does this witch to know Odessa? A week of rest after so much stress. Who told you to Odessa? Shari could not have spoken, Shari could not have said anything of the nights of Odessa."
Organization None knew that the two were together. It was their secret: they were alone in Odessa he and Shari, who had spoken?
-Enough of this tomfoolery, T-PO 11403! Cried the inquisitor with voice hard. Who was to meet that night Shari Grigorievna?
With a moment's delay the prisoner understood to have jumped dramatically. Too late! Now the bastards knew they had the center done.
He could not stay because the surprise was monstrous. Shari had never revealed his name, and he had learned by chance from other Russians at the camp in Kandahar, and if he had kept for himself as a precious treasure. By now there was no doubt: Shari had spoken, he had revealed his name, had told him to Odessa and spent nights of love with him and had told all he knew.
PO-T-11403 Make up your mind! The inquisitor shouted. Shari Grigorievna did not know who was to meet that night, otherwise I would have snatched from the mouth with the teeth. You were the only one who knew the plans that evening and now you tell me everything, you got a bastard?
-Hold on, man, hold on! Hector yells running.
-Keep your mouth shut, man! Add Achilles running fast.
"You still have to cross the ocean?" He thinks to ask the prisoner.
-No, we arrived on your island, replied Achilles.
"Island!" Think of the prisoner exclaimed.
-Sicuro, è un'isola, risponde Ettore; ma siamo ancora un po' lontani da te.
-Però arriveremo presto, uomo, aggiunge Achille. Non ti lasceremo solo.
-Non sei più solo, uomo, dice Ettore. Tieni duro, disprezza il dolore,
-Disprezza il dolore, uomo, replica Achille; noi stiamo arrivando.
"Terrò duro, ve lo giuro, pensa di rispondere il prigioniero; so come fare, i bastardi non la vinceranno".
-Tu hai un problema adesso, T-PO 11403, disse la voce bassa dell'accusatore. Ti concedo ten seconds to tell us a name and address.
The second flew.
The jailers him up from his chair and banged on the table with the back iron. And took the chain and spreading her legs and arms, staring at the ankles and wrists of the pins protruding from the four corners of the table. One of the guards opened the suit on the front from the neck to the groin, and another slipped between the jaws of a kind metal denture, fitting between the teeth and palate. Snapped a spring and the two jaws of the dentures were opened a few inches, leaving a gaping mouth.
The prisoner's heart began to beat wildly.
Qualcuno gli aveva afferrato il pene poco sotto il glande e tirava con energia, infilandogli nel canale uretrale attraverso il meato urinario uno stelo duro, compatto e freddo, sicuramente metallico, che gli provocò una immediata e dolorosissima irritazione. Certamente sanguinava, ma quel che lo atterriva era la certezza che si trattasse del catodo di un generatore di energia elettrica, il cui anodo teneva già bene incastrato tra i denti.
Ricordò il rumore di un rotore che aveva chiaramente udito nella registrazione delle ultime parole di Shari, e capì. Shari , che era stata allenata a resistere a ogni tipo di tortura psicologica e fisica, aveva confessato vita, miracoli e morte sotto electrical discharges of high voltage who knows.
The first shock caused him to beat his head violently on the table, while a series of atrocious dense wafting from the penis, which was burning wildly, all the joints. Someone was pulling out of the mouth the tongue with a snap tool. The prisoner was no longer able to connect, but he knew that his tongue was on fire.
the second shock he fainted.
They did find a vein that led back pain at any desired place by the captors, the point that the most sensitive fibers in its most hidden.
-We can wait and start again as and when we want, T-PO 11403, the prosecutor said. Convince yourself that you earn if you first work together, we can change us, but your situation does not improve. You will come to tell us everything we want without even noticing.
The prisoner listened attentively to the low, constant hum of the rotor, which increases in volume. He rose abruptly with deafening sound and the man was split in two, four, into a thousand pieces. The penis, testes, intestines, eyes were now burning coals. The language did not feel more now.
-If we damage the brain can no longer tell us anything meaningful, "said the prosecutor.
The prisoner heard the dim hum of the rotor.
-A name and address, T-PO 11403, the prosecutor said, loud and hard, tell us what we want and we will leave you in peace today.
The prisoner desperately focused on a particular technique of defense that he had learned, tested and successfully implemented several times in Kandahar threw back his eyes, the air expelled from the lungs and waited. Just got the download, very strong, he fainted.
of new pumps fluid into his veins, but now the prisoner had acquired the confidence to hold out for a while '.
And again fainted, twice, three times in a row.
*
-Wake up, man! The intimate Hector. Wake up at all and there you will see.
Courage-wake up! Come on, man, look, we are here with you.
Achille's voice was now close, damn close. Then the prisoner takes place and sees them, of course, beside him the two heroes, his two great friends.
"save me, do not you?" Think to ask.
-Ti salveremo, uomo, gli risponde Achille.
-Faremo cessare i tuoi spasimi e porremo fine alla tua prigionia, gli dice Ettore premuroso.
-Fra non molto sarai libero, aggiunge Achille.
"Potrò venire via insieme a voi?" Pensa di chiedere il prigioniero.
-Noi ti aspetteremo, gli risponde Ettore.
-Sì, ti aspetteremo e poi andremo via con te, dice Achille mentre gli libera la lingua dal meccanismo che la teneva serrata e ferma fuori dalla bocca.
-Ingoia questo adesso, dice Ettore introducendo tra le labbra del prigioniero una pasta morbida, Inghiottine ancora a bit '.
"I can not move the jaw" think to say the prisoner.
-I got it, taking his Achilles intervenes jaw and helping him to swallow.
Now, you remit the language in this unit, "says Hector.
-They should not notice anything, explains Achilles will be a nice surprise.
"But when will I be free?" Think of asking the prisoner, again filled with terror.
-not being afraid, man, assures him that Hector. They just want to come back again tortured.
"Then hang up the electric generator and send you a strong discharge, tells Achilles.
-At that moment, you're free, Hector tells him.
"And you will be ready to wait" plan to end the prisoner.
see them disappear through the walls. It relaxes: his part was just waiting for his torturers to come back.
*
Military Police Colonel Bruce Hiwais stamp and signature on the top right one after another forty-six sheet of his report, adding to the massive practice that night a carrier would resulted in the capital, delivery to the Chief of Staff.
will have to scratch an itch really great, thought the colonel lighting his pipe. The lower is a bit 'the arrogance of those Saputelli the Pentagon, and the worms will come to one of those beggars of the Secret Service, someone who knew him.
The colonel grinned. There had never been bad blood between his Department and the Services, in his report and he had not spared reproach and fierce opinions. There was something else to do? There was someone to be saved in that mess? Nobody could accuse him of partisanship. Who pays wrong, how dearly and in that case. Spend a few centinaio di milioni di dollari per organizzare un lager di assoluta sicurezza, dal quale nessun prigioniero potesse evadere e nessuna guardia potesse uscirsene tranquillamente (perché dall'isola sarebbero andati via solamente i morti, ma questo erano in pochi a saperlo), e dove i maledetti giornalisti e operatori TV non sarebbero mai riusciti a mettere il naso, e poi non riuscire a impedire che uno schifoso terrorista si infilasse nel culo una carica esplosiva con cui saltare in aria insieme a sei guardie e tre pezzi grossi dei Servizi, portandosi all'inferno segreti importantissimi, beh! Giudicate un po' voi cervelloni.
Per quel che ti riguarda, complimenti terrorista di merda! Non c'è che dire, hai fatto un bel bang.
But the troubles were not over yet, because those sons of bitches of Amnesty International were in possession of photo-bomb, had by someone, a picture of a torture chamber complete with electric generator in the foreground and cables nell'uccello slipped and ass terrorist tied half-naked on a table.
Colonel grinned again, someone had cut the balls alone.
He tapped his pipe on the desk, knocking the ashes from the stove. He stood up and stretched. Colonel Bruce Hiwais was satisfied with his work as always: clean, competent, well done and well written, in a word, perfect. As always, in fact.
went into the bathroom, washed his hands, combed his hair, he began to put the tie and kick the bag with care. Emerged from the bathroom, glanced round at the small office that was his during the three-week investigation, the place went back to his chair, put on his overcoat, turned off the light and went in humidity in the afternoon.
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