Upsurged ( Protection and safety unit Book 2)

Chapter 11

Nathan

"You really think that's a good idea?" I asked Duke, looking back at Nova as she ran over to Cece.

"I don't know... we don't have a choice. If Amara shows up here, she'll take him with her. I'd like to know who that is first. Did you see what kind of shit that guy was capable of?" he replied.
 
"I know... and he was alone," I said to him. 

"I didn't ask Cece to do it; she wanted it on her own. Summers is going to rip my head off," he said. 

Sending Cece into that room is very dangerous because she had no training... but Cece seemed stubborn about what she was going to do. I know Duke would never send her in there, but after Nova got her shackles off so easily, they made sure that the prisoners couldn't get free.

I knew immediately that Nova would go with her; she would never let Cece go in alone. 
She loved Cece deeply, i know she is safe with her.

I followed Duke into the room right next to the interrogation room, which was separated by a mirrored wall.
You couldn't see or hear us in the interrogation room... but we could hear both from this room. Asami was already sitting inside and looked up at us briefly while Masters sat next to her and stared into the room.

"This idea is completely ridiculous," Masters shouted angrily, looking at Duke. 

Duke rolled his eyes, dropping down into the chair next to him. 
"You could have gone with her," retorted Duke. 

"As if!" Masters replied. " She is so difficult !" he added angrily.

"Maybe you'll just be a little nicer to her next time?" Duke asked cautiously. 

I stood behind them and glanced at Asami, ready to open the door to let Cece and Nova into the interrogation room.  They were still talking in front of the door,obviously going through the plan they made.

"That guy in there..." Asami said, nodding to the prisoner, "... he is just fucking creepy," she added.

The man in the interrogation room sat on a hard chair, his hands cuffed in handcuffs that he held in his lap. These cuffs are different, not like the simple handcuffs; they are much wider and barely allow him to move his hands. We learned from our mistakes.

He is tall, and his athletic build suggests that he exercises regularly, perhaps even works out in the gym. The black shirt he is wearing is tight-fitting and emphasizes his muscular arms, which are covered with artistic tattoos, even his fingers. And he obviously has plenty of tattoos, because even his neck is completely covered. 
His black trousers are simple, but they fit his appearance perfectly. It is an outfit that gives off both strength and a certain rebellion. A Gentleman walking on the roof,and blowing shit up.What the Hell?

"Who the fuck climbs up on a roof dressed like that?" I ask Asami as we watch him. 

While his arms and neck are covered with tattoos, his face appears pale in contrast. 
As he looks down at his lap, his raven black hair falls over his forehead, partially covering his face.
He doesn't scream... he doesn't call for help; he even seems bored while he is lost in thought.

His dark eyes are the most striking thing about him. They are deep and intense; he didn't show any fear, neither when we captured him nor when King and Duke tried to question him. 
His high cheekbones give him a striking face that is intimidating.

"Scary motherfucker.." I say to her.
 
"But he's a good-looking motherfucker," Asami says while the three of us men stare at her. 

In this interrogation room, surrounded by cool concrete and harsh light, he seems aware of his situation. But instead of being frightened, he radiates a strange calmness. Perhaps it is the pride of a man who knows that he is not easy to break. Or perhaps it's the certainty that, no matter what happens, he is still in control of the situation.