Cold War: Aftermath

Chapter 18: Perseus' Shadow

March 30, 1981
Moscow, USSR
Perseus Base

He didnt waste any time. The moment they landed, Anthony left the others behind and personally marched their captive friend to the interrogation room on the very last floor of the building.

Having already contaced one of their scientists while on the plane ride back, he was greeted by the woman on his way down the hallway.

"Dr. Golubev" he acknowledged her as he marched his prisoner towards interrogation.

"Commander Petrov." She replied. "I have the formula you requested, but I must warn you that we are still undergoing testing phases. And as of now must pateints haven't been able to be kept alive much longer than 75 seconds."

"You have the solution to match it?" He inquired, making sure his plan wouldn't fail.

"Yes, but even it can only do so much.." she was cut off when they reached the steel door to the interrogation room.

"Wait here." He told her. As he opened the door he shoved the prisoner forwards causing him to fall down. "Get up!" He said, snatching the blind fold off the agent's face. Anthony placed a firm grip on the collar of his uniform, picking the man up and forcing him into a metal chair.

"You have so much to tell me. And I will not waste another second of my time. So I will only ask once. What is this rebellion you help aid, and who leads it?" His tone was almost soothing but his firery eyes said otherwise.

"This rebellion... will hunt down every single one of you and your men, and take your place to put an end to your insanities. Theres nothing else you need to know. Its simple as that!" The agent spat, confident in his ability to stay quiet.

Anthony chuckled. "You put too much faith in your ability to hide what you know." He turned around and stepped outside to meet with the woman he left waiting.

"Hand me the formula." He said reaching for it.

"Don't forget the solution, she said handing it over as well. And like I stated before, the solution is only in its early testing stages so-''

"Doctor, you make the substances and pray that they are effective as you claim them to be, I will see the side effects for myself." He said firmly. "You two, gaurds, with me." He ordered to two of the men standing in the hallway.

The concrete room was cold and dimly lit by one white light in the ceiling. Anthony sat the substances on the metal table as one of them men restrained the prisoner's legs and hands to the seat. He stood in front of the man with a syringe filled with a red liquid, prepped and ready to go. "Once this enters your body you only have 75 seconds before you meet your demise. According to my team, not any subjects have been able to successfully withstand such a process." He could begin the see fear slowly make its way onto the man's face as he looked up at his inttergator. "But, if you do as I ask.." he picked up a seperate syringe, one filled with a clear liquid, "this is all yours and you get to keep your life."

"We can't arrange some things!?" The man began to plead.

"It is too late for that, you have done this yourself." Anthony said peircing the needle through the agent's neck. "Your skin is on fire, a flame so hot it nearly melted bone." He said testing the formula the doctor gave him. 

The man began to let out shreiks of pain as he squired around in his seat. "Please!" He screamed.

"The fire was quickly put out by water and the your pain and suffering paused, going away." The captive stopped squirming, letting out heavy breaths.

"After the nukes, America needed better allies, and it just so happened that... there was a small Russian group who opposed you as we do. So we decided to help each other out!"