what was i made for, walker

030. kidnapped

Janie grunts when she's thrown onto the ground, groaning in pain. The bag is ripped off of her head and her blindfold is yanked off.

"I must be God's least favorite child." Janie mutters.

One of the guys tase her making her scream in pain. She whines, curling up into a ball. She yelps when a hand grabs her ankle and drags her to the other side of the cell. She tries to fight against him, but he easily chains her ankle up. He punches her in the face before stepping away.

"The baby Walker." A guy in a maroon shirt chuckles. "This should really get us what we want." He tases her making her yell.

"Fuck you!" She growls. He tases her again, the girl screaming.

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Cordell flinches when the guy rips the bag off, the ranger looking at the back of Sean.

"Please eat. Eat." Sean encourages, nodding to the tray of food and the energy drink in front of Cordell.

"Thank you." Cordell says. He grabs the cloche and slams it over the plate. "But I'm stuffed." He smiles. "What do you want?"

"We could really use a guy like you. I mean, an ally with the Texas Rangers..." Sean says.

"S-so-- so-- so what? So I can end up like Captain Cole?" Cordell questions. He scoffs. "Scared into swallowing cyanide?"

"Fenton Cole was a disappointment." Sean states. "You are different. You are a man who, when he sees a problem, he takes care of it. Just look at all of the corruption that you have personally stopped. D.A. McLawson, Commissioner Stan Morrison, D.A. Davidson."

"So clearly you have enough reach to have done your opposition research on me." Cordell says. "So, tell me, what in that big old file of yours makes you think that I'll turn?"

"Because you are, as your former partner described, "edge of the coin Cordell Walker." A man not afraid to make the hard choice." Sean says, rounding the desk to stand by him.

"So what's the hard choice here? Blowing it all up?" Cordell asks. "Okay, I'll give it to you. There are some flaws in the system, but there are good people making strides to fill those cracks."

Sean leans down next to him.

"Is that how you describe your wife?" He asks. "She died at the hands of an organization that you serve. How does that work? Even after all of your strides, you will never get her back."

"The same could be said about joining you." Sean stands up.

"You could save the next widower." Sean says, walking back to his side of the desk.

"You're a hypocrite." Cordell says. "All this talk of corruption. You murder people who are in your way or who don't comply. To me, it sounds like you're a terrorist."

Sean chuckles.

"You can call it what you want." He says. "It is all necessary to trigger change." Sean sits down.

"You still haven't told me what you want." Cordell says.

"It's simple. We are anarchists. We want to create a power vacuum and then fill it. And first step is taking down the Texas Rangers with a Trojan horse. But... you should mull it over." He motions his hands up, the two guys hauling Cordell to his feet, keeping a tight grip on him.

"Oh, um... one more thing." Sean says, standing up and facing away from them. "If you don't start to come around and see reason... other tactics are gonna have to be applied. We didn't bring your brother here just for a family reunion." He turns the taser on for a moment.