Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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Coyotes whaled in the distance of the Mexican desert, making an average person uneasy, but I didn't mind it. In fact, I found it comforting that there was some other type of life here besides us, although I couldn't help but recall the last time I was in a dark desert like this in the middle of the night...
When I was hung by my ribs courtesy of Manual Roba. Hung by hours on end as he and his men continued to try to brainwash me and interrogate me.
The memory alone made chills erect on my arms while I watched Alejandro force Hassan to his knees, removing the hood from his head so he can take in his view. Soap and Alejandro surrounded him, pacing as Graves set up a laptop on the hood of the car we had driven out here. Kiera stood on next to the fender of the car, leaning her elbow against the hood while I stood on the adjacent side, staying back to observe the situation in front of me.
I struggled to fight the dryness in my eyes, looking forward to the moment where I could sleep, everyone else around me seeming to fight the same feeling. I didn't even care about taking a shower at this point because I knew I could do it later as all I cared about right now was wrapping up this interrogation and closing my eyes.
"On your knees." Soap barked at him, standing back as Alejandro kept a hold on Hassan's shoulders.
"Y'all got a clear picture?" Graves said into the computer, two screens showing up on the other end, connecting live to General Shepherd and Laswell.
"Crystal."
"Allset."
"Alright, we are live, folks." Graves announced, hooking his thumbs into his vest as he stopped in front of Hassan.
"Do you speak Arabic?" Hassan questioned.
"No."
"Farsi?"
"No."
Hassan scoffed, "Of course not. Then I'll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs."
"Ah, see, we're getting off to a bad start here, Hassan." Graves shook his head.
"You're talking to a Quds Force officer."
"You're the commander of a foreign terror organization."
"I could say the same to you."
"What's your target, Major?" Graves mocked.
"What was your target when you sent missiles to my land?"
I looked over at Kiera when I heard her mumble, "Why would we send missiles to his land?" before jotting down a few words on a scrap piece of paper from Graves' notepad that sat next to the computer. What was she on about?
