The Unwanted Soldier

Chapter 11

Before I could answer Soap, König turned around and opened the door. I only could see a glimpse of the Seargent due to König's silhouette. "Colonel," Soap said, surprised and immediately straightening his position. "What can Seargent Breakpoint do for you?" The Colonel asked Soap with a harsh yet calm voice.

"We have a suspect up for interrogation, and Captain Price wants her - Seargent Breakpoint - to do it," Soap explained without any mischief in his voice. Well, well, well. All it takes is a man of high rank for him to be serious. That's good to know.

I could only look at König's back, the muscles under his compression shirt sharp and defined. Silence fell over the three of us for a moment. "If the Colonel would be so kind and excuse me, I need to do my job," I said after clearing my throat. König looked back over his shoulder at me. His eyes darted at me, but I didn't back off. "Of course, Seargent. Do your job." His voice let a shiver run down my spine. But not just that.

As I walked past him, as if I didn't care that he was still in my room, his eyes made me nervous. A feeling I tried to shake off the exact moment I felt it. It had to be the nervousness of being able to do my job again. Soap looked at me like I was some experiment as we walked down the hallway, leaving König behind us.

"Sugar, I know he's your assigned partner, but-" I interrupted him quickly, "But nothing. He just wanted to set some things clear." I didn't look at Soap, but instead, I let my gaze upon the exit of the barracks and brought some space between us while walking. "Who's the suspect, and why do you need me?" I added to ask. Soap sighed. "Look, Soap, I'm fine. The Colonel is just the Colonel. So, what do you know about the suspect?" I said.

"He's one of the three heads of a drug cartel in Mexico." Soap said. „Our friend, Alejandro Vargas, is coming here to help us. But until he arrives - we're on our own." Soap explained as we walked down the hallway. Behind the medical bay, he turned to the left. I followed him while listening. "An undercover team of ours caught him while preparing an immense big drug deal - and if I say immense, I mean it. Three trucks full of cocaine and acid head."

"Impressive. Really." I said, bored. Soap huffed quietly. „What isn't impressive is that he threatened and used kids his cartel abducted for the transport and the test of the drugs," he added. „I take my words back," I said. „That's what I thought, sugar," Soap replied and gave me a fake smile before opening a door to the right of the hallway.

He let me walk into the dark room and followed me, closing the door behind him. I swallowed without him noticing as my muscles tensed. Being alone with two men in this room was like anything I wanted to avoid. And yet still here I am. It was the anteroom to the interrogation room behind it. A one-way window took in most of the wall to the right, while a PC with some setup for records stood on the other wall. Ghost stood in front of the window, looking at the suspect.

His mask hid his facial expression, yet his eyes had a stone-cold sight. I could kill this guy during the interrogation. Ghost wouldn't care. "His name's Diego Barrera. No wife, no kids, no family." Soap said while we positioned next to Ghost. "We need to know where the kids are that his cartel abducted. We can't destroy the warehouses he has if the possibility exists that the kids are there. Our undercover teams would be killed before reaching even the third of eleven." Ghost explained.

I nodded understanding as I looked concentrated at the suspect, who was tied up to a chair. He had black, gelled hair that was a bit messy, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He did not have a wedding ring on his fingers, and there was no imprint of it in case he took it off. He had an athletic stature and a neat appearance. He must've had a clean-shaven face as they imprisoned him because now he had a scruff chin. Something was not adding up. He had no one, wife, or children in his life, but was that neat? That's more than unusual.

"And we're sure he has no hidden girlfriend, fiance, wife, children or any of that? Mother, father, sister, brother?" I asked the men to my left and right without looking away from the man behind the window. He looked straight at me - or better, at the point right before him. "We haven't found anything. We're hoping that Alejandro might know something we don't, but we can't wait until he's here." Soap said.

My thoughts were running, and my mind was filled with possible conversations and the information I had just gotten. "What about tattoos?" I asked. "Just the typical gang-Symbols." Ghost answered. I nodded before asking, "Do you have photos?" Soap shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sugar."

"Alright," I said and breathed out, ignoring his nickname for me. "I'm going in," I added, turning around and leaving the room. My body lost the tension of being in a room with two grown men just for a moment before I walked through the second door and entered the interrogation room with the next man.

His back was turned towards me, and I walked straight to him. I walked around him and grabbed his shirt without a single word leaving my mouth. Then I ripped it apart. Right on his chest, just above his heart and under some chest hair, was a name tattooed.

"Valentina. Wife? Or daughter?" I asked sternly as I took a step back.