Interrogation

Rikter POV

The last thing I can remember was drinking a cup of tea in lounge after washing up in the lavatory. And here I am back in the lavatory; my limbs all tied up with an antediluvian rope to the sink. My head felt heavy and my eyesight was murky from being drugged twice. Yes, I was drugged twice. I actually woke up a long time ago. Out of surprise, I shouted out for help. And to my greatest horror, a half-masked man with apathetic eyes knocked me off again with some sort of injection.

What to do, what to do. I was in trouble if they decided to kill me off. Wait, I don’t think they will want to kill me. Panicking will only end up like before. I need to use my ‘assistant-detective’ brain and work things out slowly. Firstly they might probably be going to use me as a hostage or they might not any interference from ordinary people while they will be hijacking the train or whatever illegal objective they have. Right now my intent should be on how to escape from my bounds without letting any of my captors realize that I am on an escaping spree.

They probably emptied my pockets by now, so that’s a no go anyways. I always keep a miniature pocket knife inside my shoes which they missed out. It was actually an unspoken requirement in the Interpol since we might always find ourselves in need of a weapon in our line of work. In fact I never knew such a thing existed outside movies until my superior detective Carlingtons made me aware of this.

My limbs were bound together anyways, so it wasn’t that hard to grab the knife from my show. I twist and turn groping my left shoe before realizing that the knife should be stored in the left one. So I twist the other way and grab my right shoe as I find the knife.

Soon I get out of my bounds after cutting them away. The next stage was to break out of the locked door with the intent of doing it as slowly as possible without letting my captors realize anything.

I turn the knob and as expected it is locked from the outside. I decided to dismantle the door from the hinges using my knife. Hopefully no one would be on the other side of the door. I twist and turn the screws while sweating profoundly. Soon minutes pass by followed by few hours before the badly scratched hinge comes off.

I slide the door quietly and take a peak for any signs of life. Anxiously I get out into the unpopulated corridor. I was safe for now, but I will never be safe until I can get out of this train.

BANG! BANG!

I hear shots being fired. Okay I take it back. They probably do not value our life or else they would not shoot live bullets.

I run away from the source of the sound as I did not want to be shot at.

“So did you hear that?”

“Probably Charl, she always wanted to shoot at someone would resist. This is her first mission so she is over excited.”

I stop in my tracks as I hear them gossiping without paying much attention to the gun shots.

Okay I was out of options. No matter where I would turn, I would meet more of these hijackers. On my current path were the approaching men as they gossiped. And on my back, somewhere, there was ‘Charl’ who was shooting like a crazed hound out for blood.

Without much choice, I turn back back towards the source of the gun shot. One opponent is much better than facing many opponents. Hopefully it would be a single opponent.

Adams POV

“I know you are already awake,” I say to the girl in front of me. I brought her to my room and bound her to the bed sheets. I took over all her gun and cartridges that she had on her body.

She still did not open her eyes, so I splashed freezing cold water that was already in the room.

Surprised with the sudden cold, she jerks herself awake before struggling for a bit. I did not gag her, but for some reason she did not open her mouth at all. No amounts of threat or cries of help or even a whimper came out of her.

“Look I am not much of a torturer and by no means am I going to torture you. I am not going to ask your goals. I am only going to ask how many of you are there.”

She stops struggling and whispers something.

“What? I can’t hear you,” I bend down to hear her whisper.

Some sort of liquid hits me and I shrink back in surprise. I look at her slightly annoyed as I realize that she spat her blood, from the bleeding gums, mixed with saliva at me.

‘You think I will be selling out my comrades?” She starts showing an extreme animosity towards me.

“You upper echelons from the empire think the same way. Now that I spat at your ‘false-kindness’ you, you are probably going to torture me aren’t you.” She laughs out with her blood shot eyes giving out an extremely hostile killing intent.

I get up towards her with a slight smile on my face. I feel pity that she has such high hostility against the empire. She looked barely past her teens; yet she must have gone through a lot to be at this much hatred at such a young age.

“I am not going to torture you I am not a brute as to torture such a young girl like you, especially when I said that I am not going to torture you.

She turns to me before giving out a sort of disgust from her eyes.

“So you are just going for my body huh? Just get it down with. But know that my comrades are going to slaughter you.”

The smile from my face gets replaced with a surprise from her misunderstanding. I look at her with my eye brows creased at an extremely annoyed fake smile. This is exactly why I hate brats. They cannot even appreciate my kindness.

“Of course not,” I break her misunderstanding, “In fact to earn your trust I am even going to untie you. So try not to run away okay?”

I cut away her bindings as soon as I said that.

She looks at me incredibly surprised, then looks at all four of her limbs to notice any defects.

“So don’t you think you should tell me something in exchange?”

Without giving me any more chances she hops from the bed and runs away from the room with a sprint. I had already expected that but I did not stop her.