Voltron Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit

Always One Step Ahead

0800 Hours

Safe House

After bringing the terrorist back to their hideout, the team dragged him into their basement where they tied both of his hands around a chair and chained his left leg to the ground.

Outside the basement, Shiro was standing next to the door while on the phone. From what's happening right now, he's starting to get irritated.

"I know you don't want to talk to me so just please put mom on the phone...I don't care what you think about me...how the fuck would I know? Just get-"

The person on the phone hung up on Shiro before he could continue. His grip on the phone tightened with the urge to throw it on the wall.

"Everything ok?"

Shiro turned around to notice Allura approaching him. He quickly slipped his phone back into his jean pocket.

"Uhh...yeah. Everything's fine." Shiro replied, calmly.

"What can you tell me?" Allura asked.

"Well, they knew we were coming. Mohammed was bait and they tried to ambush us. These terrorists are smart."

"Quite so. Glad you and the cubs are safe."

Shiro nodded and looked at the door in front of them.

"Want me to take a run at him?" Shiro asked.

"No. I'll do it." Allura insisted.

"I'll be here if there's any trouble."

Allura opened the door and entered the basement. In front of them was the terrorist cuffed and still bagged. He didn't make a single flinch as the door opened. She went up to the terrorist and took the bag off his head. He looked up without a single emotion.

"As-salāmuʿalaykum," Allura said. "You disrespect the profit?"

The terrorist didn't respond but it didn't take long for an answer.

"Western whore." He murmured.

"I'm more of a bitch actually." Allura replied.

The terrorist turned around, focusing on her as she went around him. However, his gaze locked onto something past her. Allura looked behind and noticed two full jugs of water placed on the table she was standing behind. She let out a short chuckle and turned back to him.

"Oh, no need for that," she said. "We don't waterboard prisoners anymore. You should be lucky we don't. So are you ready to tell us what we need to know?"

The terrorist simply stared at her for a short time before looking away. Allura observed the terrorist's expressions and his movement. She was able to tell he doesn't see anything in a woman like her.

"I see. You think I'm a woman who can't handle violence. But believe me...I'm not one of those women you've treated in your country. Where I'm from, what I've been through...I'm that bitch who can do so much more...more than you can even guess."

Allura went up to his back and slapped his shoulders very tightly, leaning down towards his ear. She could tell the terrorist was chilled.

"You will tell me everything that I want to know about the Galra's next plan."

After some time passed, the team gathered in the briefing room where Allura played a presentation on their next mission.

"We have been told that three Galra members will be moving in to Cape Town to meet two ex-jihadists from Somalia who had to move because of their terrorist cell fallout from the US government. The jihadists are Olol and Suudi Shirwać, brothers who were responsible for the deaths of ten British soldiers. Either this is some sort of recruitment, we don't know but they will be meeting each other tomorrow."