Random Oneshots

Rescue Mission

"TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW DAMMIT!" Shouts the interrogator for the fifth time. My bottom lip wobbles, I have been trying so hard to hold the tears at bay, but I'm reaching my breaking point. What do these people want from me?!
"I— I'm just an accountant Sir. I do—I don't know what your talking about," I can't help the shake in my voice. My eyes trail up to meet the infuriated man.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! How where there files extracted from your computer!" He slams down a thick file full of papers on the desk. The loud slam makes me jump in my seat. The restrains that tie my hands behind my back seem to grow tighter with every movement. I feel a hot trail of liquid run down my hand and drip to the floor.
The supervisor who has been leaning against the wall behind me walk up to the table. Only when he is standing opposite me does he lean down. His hands rest on the table between us, as body leans forward. When his eyes are level with my own he finally speaks.

"Recently our company has been visited by a few malicious hackers. All of which have been discovered to carry a similar coding which you used today." His raspy voice all but whispers. His eyes flick between both of mine, looking for any sort of reaction.

"Now isn't it a coincidence that the same software that was flagged on your computer is linked to those nitrous hackers." He way his tone takes a dangerous spike, I know his calm demeanour won't last very long.

"Sir, please. I don't know what your talking about. I just came here to do your accounting. Please believe me!" I plead, struggling in my seat. The supervisor's head falls down and he lets out a sigh.
He straightens himself up, rolling back his shoulders almost as a sign of restraint.
"Believe you?" He echoes my words with venom.
His hand extends faster than I can react and plants a firm slap across the left side of my face. The impact throws my head of the side and I stay there, in shock.

Did he just..hit me?

Dumbfounded by the action, my tongue moves inside my mouth to tentatively touch the inside of my cheek. The stinging sensation so profound, I need to make sure that the left side of my face is still there. I retract my tongue when a metallic taste spreads around my mouth.

The son of a bitch.

Finally moving from my frozen position, I do my best to glare up at him through the hair that's matted to my sweaty face.
I will sue him! How dare he hit a woman?! Isn't there a law against this?! Just as I'm about to shout at him for hitting a innocent civilian, his hand reaches for him earpiece. His face contorts in concentration.

"What?! Are you sure?!" There is a pause.
"Even past the level 2 security?!! What a you doing??! STOP THEM!!"
In utter frustration his hand flies behind his back and emerges with a gun. My breath hitches.

He silently instructs the interrogator to get his gun as well.

I close my eyes, sending out a silent prayer. Just when I think I am about to be shot through the head, the two men leave the room, letting the door slam shut behind them.

I am left alone in the room. My adrenaline causing me to breath quickly, almost in a pant.

They didn't kill me?

The disbelief, and joy makes me confused. They have no reason to kill me! I don't deserve to die!

I tug at my restraints with my new found courage. I'm not going to be left here to die. Just as my right arm feels like it moved an inch the door flies open.
My eyes fly to the door just as 5 armed men wearing black enter. Two of the men walk past me and survey the rest of the room, checking for any other people. My eyes follow them back as they head towards the door again and shout a few words that are muffled because of their face masks.