K is for Kay

Part 3

Every meal was a day, if you could call it a meal. Grey goop, moldy bread, and metallic water was lacking in nutrients.

When the hand had come reaching in for the cheap dishes and utensils through the slot in the door, Kay had preceded to stab the hand with her spork. Muffled curse could be heard. The hand dared not ask again.

Despite Kay's violent response, Thomas Bucant still came every day. He didn't look like an interrogator and he knew that. He looked like a henchman, all muscles and no brains. Although Kay still thought him to be as dumb as a bag a bricks, he had proved to be skilled in the art of manipulation.

The first day he had come in all smiles and charm.

"My name is Thomas Bucant," he had introduced himself. "and you are?"

"You know who I am, Brutus." Kay smirked at the way his plastic smile became strained and eyes narrowed. She knew how to push buttons.

"I know your alias. I'd like to know your given name."

Kay raised one crisp eyebrow that said, "Oh really?"

Bucant, whose lips had gone into a firm line, had finally drop the façade, "Listen here, you little punk, you're gonna tell me what Boss wants to know or you'll never see the light of day again!"

"How'd hack your way through a government firewall?"

"What did you see?"

"What do you know about our situation?"

"You know don't you?"

"Where's Lady?"

"You leaked it on SMS didn't you?"

All Kay had responded with was a cocky smile.

When she had heard someone breaking in to her apartment, she knew that the government had finally found her. Going to her backup laptop, had hit a couple of keys and pressed enter. Everything she had found on the government, including what she had just discovered, she had just upload to all her social media accounts where she had millions of followers. She was sure by now Bucant's "boss" was knee deep in it.

Bucant had realized that Kay had stopped listening to him when noticed that her eyes were on the numerous stacks of trays she had refused to give up. "Are you even listening to me!"

"359, no, 360."

"What?" Bucant growled out. He had lost his patience an hour ago.

"I've been here 360 days."

Bucant stormed out of the windowless cell, slamming the heavy metal door behind him.