Operation: Casket

3/16/32

"Do you have any idea what kind of shit you're in ya tosser?"

The man laughed as the officer finished her sentence, finding the way she said Tosser with that British accent of hers funny. He
had been looking down at the table, so when he turned his attention to her, he had a huge grin on his face.

"What do you think is so fucking funny eh?"
The women asked clearly starting to get angry. She gripped the bottom of the table with one of her hands to keep herself from slapping the cheerful look off his face.

"Well first, some words in that accent of yours are hilarious, and second, it's funny how you think you are intimidating me with keeping the lights low and having that hand of yours so close to that pistol. Tryna scare me into thinking you're gonna cap me if I don't give you the answers you want? Cause if so it ain't working."
He said as he sat his hands the closest he could to his lap as his hands were cuffed to the top of the table.

She sighed as looked up towards the ceiling, collecting her thoughts before looking back down at the man across from her.
"Cut the side tracking eh? Now I want to know why American special forces is here in Britain, gunning people down on UK soil, so start talking."

The mans face went blank as she mentioned special forces, millions of thoughts started rushing through his mind but, he said the thought that came first to mind.
"How'd you know we were special forces?"

"Same reason I know who you are, James Crysel, your buddies were very helpful don't ya think?"
The woman said with such confidence as she folded her hands together on the table.

"How many of the others did you
apprehend?"
James asking almost instantly as she had finished her sentence.

"None of your business as far as it's concerned with you James. But we want to know what you have to tell us that your friends didn't, so as I said earlier, start talking."

James looked down at his hands for a moment, taking in a deep breath and then exhaling before looking back up at the women.
"We were assigned a mission labeled Operation Casket, sent to stop some shit going on over here in lovely little shit-eating Britain."
He said as the grin returned to his face, chuckling a little as well about his own snarky comment.

The women just ignored the insult and continued.
"What were you supposed to be stopping? The memorial service for the queen?"

"Now that's where my answers stop, rest is classified info lady, can't tell ya shit past this on this operation."

"Well if that's all for now, we'll see if any of your other buddies could be..."persuaded" into shedding some light onto that classified intel."
With that she got up from her chair and walked to the door, it opened letting two soldiers walk in and letting her walk out.

"Yeah have fun with that lady!-"
James yelled to her as the soldiers put a bag over his head, then whacked him unconscious. They un-cuffed him from the table and dragged him out of the room and down the dimly lit hallway to a holding cell.