It is currently 1973, the Vietnam War, and Captain Jonathan is a famous US pilot. With his trusty UH-1 helicopter, 'The Medic On Wings', he is capable of flying, solo, through heavy fire to rescue those who need it most. However, during a transport...
I threw the now-filthy cloth I'd been using to clean out my KAR98K into the bin, grabbing the small cup of hot water and pouring it down the barrel for the hundredth time. I watched as the water flowed through the chamber, completely clear this time, all traces of oil and residue now having been completely removed. I slid the bolt backwards and forwards, hearing it lock and unlock without a hitch.
Placing the rifle on the wall rack, I heard my tac-pad vibrate. I glanced at it, setting down my coke on the desk and walking over, scooping it off the bed. 'Echo Delta Team - Interrogation Room 4' I shrugged and pulled out my M1911, ensuring the magazine was firmly secured inside before sliding it back into it's holster and pulling open the door, stepping into the hallway. I could see Marcus and Ash at the door already, their usual combat fatigues now cleaned of dirt and blood.
"What's going on?" "The Corporal we captured, the General has given us a green light to interrogate him." I couldn't help but smirk a tad. That shitbag had given me so much pain, now it was time to return the favor. I could hear footsteps arriving behind me, presumably the others, and Ash pushed open the door, leading us in a formal manner down the hall. Walking past the security guards, we stepped through a metal door and into the observation room, the Corporal could be seen through the glass, cuffed to the table.
The General was simply watching him through the glass. I saluted, followed by the others, and the General turned. "Ah, good to see you could assist with our, erm, friend here." Ash turned to face us, and I took a chance to glance at the Corporal. "Alright team, I'll go first, and we'll go down the ranks with Jonathan going last." The Corporal was looking around, seemingly unaware of our presence through the one-way glass.
I sensed Ash walking out, and she soon appeared in the other room, shutting the door firmly behind her. "Corporal, you have been detained by the UF for-" "Oh shut it you sad sack of scum, you can't prove nothi-" "On the contrary, we have multiple articles of interest that puts you in the FIA, working with them, and conspiring against us! How curious." The Corporal spat on the table. "There, that's what I think of your stupid 'articles', how about that huh?"
Ash reached over and punched him in the face, causing me to wince at the sickening crack. "And thats what I think of your attitude." "Enough Ash! Tammy, get in there!" Ash flipped the Corporal off before exiting. I could see flashbacks of the prison slowly coming back, the pain, the suffering, the never ending hunger-"Jonathan, you're up. And please get something out of him for God's sake..." I snapped out of my trance.
The rest of the team was back, and apparently no progress had been made. I shook my head, clearing the bad memories away and stepped out, slowly pushing open the door to the interrogation room. The moment I stepped through, I could hear the Corporal laughing. "Really? You sent a pathetic little no-fur in here? How stupi-" I slammed the door shut, grabbing the metal folding chair and wedging it beneath the handle. "Jonathan! What are you doing?!"
"Listen here 'Corporal'!" I nearly screamed at him, causing him to lean back. "You got one minute to give me something to work with or else things are gonna get real painful for you!" "The fuck you're gonna-" I sprinted around the table, grabbing him by his ears and slamming his face into the table. "AH FOR FUCK'S-" I yanked out my bayonet, slamming his hand to the table before running the sharp blade directly through his palm and into the table, causing him to scream in pain.
"It only gets worse from here motherfucker!" I could hear the security team trying to open the door, obviously having no luck. I ripped a map off the wall and slammed it to the table, slamming a pencil in the middle. "You better fuckin' write where all the bases are or God help me I will rip off your fingers and make you eat them!" "The hell you wi-" I grabbed his pointer finger, bending it backwards with a whole lot of crunchy sounds.
"AHHHH DEAR MOTHER OF-" "MARK THE DAMN BASES!" "I...I-" "GOODBYE MIDDLE FINGER!" I reached for his middle finger- "OKAY! OKAY I WILL but for God's sake STOP!" I smirked triumphantly, and I placed the pencil in the one hand that wasn't pinned through the table. "Mark any incorrectly, and I will cut off your ears. With a plastic knife." The Corporal was sobbing at this point, and he began to write, names and roads began to appear among the trees, tactical points and retreats, the unmarked map was soon a mess of lines, bases, points, and roads.
I slammed the Corporal's head into the table after he was done, knocking him out cold. I exhaled, breathing heavily. "There, information extracted." I kicked the chair out from under the doorknob, slumping against the floor. I saw medical and security personnel flood the room, and I could feel myself being dragged out of the room, and I saw the rest of the team looking at me with shock on their faces.
I watched the ceiling go by, and soon I saw the familiar features of the dorm, and suddenly I was put down, before being cuffed to my desk. The security team departed, except for one that remained by the door, a taser and handgun holstered in his belt. The door opened again, and the General stepped through. "So Jonathan, mind telling me what that was about?"
I looked into the General's eyes, excuses already being made up in my mind, but I disregarded them. "That Corporal is the reason I have a twelve-inch scar up my leg. He abused and belittled me on a daily basis, I was just giving him a taste of what he did to me about every day." The General sighed, rubbing his face for a moment before facing me again.
"I'll overlook this outburst, but we can't just threaten our prisoners, regardless of what they've done to our soldiers. See that it doesn't happen again." "Yes sir." The security guard was motioned over, and he uncuffed me from the desk. They both departed, and the rest of the team burst through the door, surrounding me in a matter of seconds. "Damn Jonathan! That was some of the quickest interrogation sessions I've seen!"
"That fucker deserved it." We all shared a laugh for a moment, and I glanced at the clock. "Oh damn, it's already time for dinner." "Good thing I popped the lasagna in the over before the interrogation." "Uh, do you guys smell that?" "Wait, is that-THE LASAGNA!" Todd dashed out of the room.
General Trish POV
I looked over the bloodied, scribbled-on map on the table, while all my advisors and officers overlooked it. "And you said one human managed to get all of this from him? Damn..." Jonathan's brutality had been disturbing to watch, but it had certainly paid off. "UAVs are showing numerous hidden structures in the suspected areas, looks like the intel is valid." "Alert the president, this may be the end of the FIA war soon."
"Remember, not a word to the press, can't be spooking the FIA now." I picked up my phone, it rang for a minute before somebody picked up. "UF Hanger crew, how can we be of service?" "Arm all aircraft and assault vehicles, this is the big deal." "Roger that sir." Putting down my phone, I couldn't help but smirk. 'Damn Jonathan, you may have broken several rules, but damn was it worth it.'
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