Fighter

Part two

First thing attacking my senses was sound. Shouts and strange thuds. Then came taste and my system started to proceed slowly all other perceptions. Iron taste in my mouth, hammers in my head and sore body. Immobilised.

When opening my eyes, I wasn't able to recognise this place first, too occupied by the fact someone decided to tie me like dog. Surrounded by glass, the room was little with grey concrete floor. In middle of one glass wall was a little panel for passcode and identification of chip. Next to it was my holographic face and some text, mirror turned.

"This is fucking bad joke..." I groan for myself and turn my head a bit, seeing there is more rooms like mine sticked to each other. Cells of detentions. The constant dull thud was coming from that direction, and I saw some guy tirelessly hitting the glass wall and screaming something, but all the sounds were muffled.

Finally, I managed to move a bit more and after few attempts with my arms tied in back sit up. There was no chair or any other equipment in my cell. Nothing I can use as weapon or to escape. Smart.

"Fuck..." groan.

"Awake cyborg?" the voice came from the entrance and knocks on the wall made me look up. I blinked once, twice.

"You sly bastard..." growl. The man behind glass wall was Djasun, Gerdan's guard dog. No. Not a guard dog. Cop. Suit of a gangster's guard changed for black uniform of special forces, with bulletproof west and belt equipped by gun and taser. His hair was already dry and half falling in his face when he was observing me with his hard look.

"Perfect, awake." He nods to somebody who was there with him and the glass wall serving as door has opened. Two other cops entered the cell and grabbed me by shoulders and arms to drag me out. I wanted to kick and fight but my body was still slightly paralysed by the unknown toxin that knocked me out.

"You are fucking cop!" I shouted at him when passing around in arms of the men. "Shocking, I know" he nods without any interest and follow us through the corridor to another room with table and two chairs and two cameras in corners.

"You can go" he nods the policemen after they sat me down and we remain alone. The chair is screwed to the floor. Damn.

"Miss Lena Petrovova" he grins and slide finger trough the holographic tablet. "You have really, really long list of crimes and bad deeds miss cyborg. I would say you are big fish to catch. What do you say?" he looks up.

"I am not traitor at least. Not a snitch" I say with cold voice.

"Next to your crimes does my police badge look like nothing cyborg. Don't play to be moral" He frowns. His features re soft and hard at same time, black hair and eyes. He could be interesting if not cop and pain in the ass.

"And what are my so terrible crimes cop?" I frown. Starting to miss my Fae dust. This will be hell unpleasant.

He looks down at the holographic screen and scroll trough really long list of whatever it is. "Twenty-three murders or assassinations. That's a lot for one person, don't you think? Now you will sing cyborg. We have no mercy for someone like you"

I open my mouth but freeze. My frame able replay me his words. "What?" I breath. Unable of smarter question, totally out of balance and senses.

Djasun gives me look that is half annoyed and maybe bit surprised, but hiding it well behind hard mask. "You've heard me cyborg. Why did you kill them? Your boss told you so? Or just from pleasure of killing?"

I groan and replay the accusation again. Twenty-three murders or assassinations. Murders...

"I did not kill anybody. I did not..." I say but the words die on my lips. Unable believe this but little worm starting to bite in my mind.

"I thought you will be more reasonable" Djasun sigh. "But we have more than enough evidence it was you. Don't play dumb"

"I didn't... for fuck sake I haven't kill anyone in my life!" I shout. "This is bad joke or some trick of Gerdan huh? Want to punish me for loosing the fucking match..." curse, my mind coming back, now running faster and faster, considering everything possible.

"Did he pay you to play this theatre and kick my ass?" I ask Djasun who seems to be surprised.

Her reaction was genuine... like the most genuine I have ever seen in my career. Looking lost and freaking out. She could have been playing, but from the diagnostic of her enhances and software I knew there is certain block not allowing her pass bigger lies. And this would be hell big lie.

"What do you mean by punishing you? I am not corrupted..." I frown, kind of used to such accusations from all sort of criminals and also offers from other sort of criminals.

She looks at me like she was missing something important, maybe the whole picture. "I didn't kill a single soul in my whole life. No cop has reason to arrest me until Gerdan think it's funny way to be punished. Is he watching now?" she looks in the cameras at corners of this room.

"No. This is not any shadow game of your boss Lena. You are accused of twenty-three murders with lot of evidence making literally a sign point at you. You should better speak." I sigh. This won't be easy. And there is something smelly already.