Spy Mage System

235 Reverse Interrogation

My ears–they hurt.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt stuck, as if there was glue or something. I stretched my eyes open, seeing myself in some room, with gray walls and gray floors.

There was one light bar that emitted light.

I tried to move, but I felt the rope contain me tightly. I was trapped. Then ahead of me, I saw Denver, who was in the corner.

She was standing, as if she was waiting for me to wake up. She slowly walked towards me, her face clean and smooth. How long was I here?

“Hello, TSA spy,” she said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry TSA–”

“Who sent you?” she asked me. I looked around, confused why she asked. “You just said I was from the TSA, so you would basically know the–”

Suddenly, she swung her hand and slapped me across the face. The pain, the burn of the slap made me feel as if my face were shattered.

.....

“Ow!” I shrieked, looking at her. “What was that for?” “Don’t get smart-aleck with me here,” she warned. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I’d like to say first that I’m not a part of–” She slapped me again, but whether this one was softer or I just got used to it.

“Answer my question,” she said. “I’m not here to play games.” She still had a bit of a Cuban accent, so that just made it scarier.

“Please, if you’d listen. I–”

Another slap came. Her face was super annoyed, like I was her baby brother or something like that. I needed to answer her question without her thinking I’m a TSA agent when I’m really not, unless my right cheek is going to be red as ketchup.

But then she smiled. “I’m a pretty good pro when it comes to interrogation. I’m gonna make you suffer.”

She held the rope, and fear was pumping. Sweat dripped from my face like a hose. Suddenly, she tightened, and the sharp sticks of rope scratched against me, making me cry out. I wiggled around, making my chair wiggle around with me. I was so tied up that I couldn’t even escape.

She laughed, and she continued to tighten the rope. But I could still speak. “Stop!” I shouted, clenching my teeth at the unbearable pain, and she stopped.

I was breathing hard, and I felt dizzy.

“You’re going to answer my questions,” she said, and I nodded. “You want answers, I’ll give them. I’m not a part of the TSA, okay?” She stopped, and she looked at me in confusion, her eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Okay,” I said with a shaky voice, but she just stared at me, as if I was lying. “I’m not a part of it, you see. I was here to talk about what you’re doing with—”

She put her finger up, making me keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to say anything, more afraid of the fact that I was going to get squished by this rope with sharp teeth, which is like a metal bar.

“You’re lying,” she said. “I don’t think you’re not a part of the TSA.” I shook my head. “You’d be very surprised, ma’am,” I said, but she shook her head as well. “You’re lying.”

“I am not lying!” I shouted, and she looked at me, confused. “Trust me, I’m telling the truth! I’m not a part of the TSA!” But all of a sudden, her eyes widened as if they were blank, and there was a loud bang from behind her. She slowly fell to the ground unconscious, which the savior—Greg—looked down on her.

He looked up back at me. “Your welcome,” he said, taking a deep breath before sighing. “We should tie her up instead. Except you’re tied up,” he said.

I sighed, and I felt myself getting frustrated. I knew that I didn’t lie to her. I told her that I wasn’t a part of the TSA, and I wasn’t lying. She looked at me, confused, but there was nothing I could do to help her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“Well, I came in because I heard screaming,” Greg said. “Then I saw you being attacked, and then I got here.” He looked at the unconscious girl, and he frowned.

“I was here to talk to her, not attack her,” I said. “Well, in a way, talk to her.” He untied me, and I felt the freedom of my wrist and my body.

I sat down, and I breathed out, trying to calm myself down. I needed to get a hold of myself. I was now free, and I was not going to get captured again… I hope.

“All right, tie her up, put her on the chair,” he said, as I grabbed the ropes and gave it to him. He began to wrap the surrounding rope aggressively, and then he wrapped it around her.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It’s called a ‘rope-a-dope,'” he said, as I stared at him in confusion. “A rope-a-who?”

“A rope-a-dope, you guys should learn this pretty soon. It’s very easy,” he said with a smile, before he tightened and sealed it, and then he tied it up. I looked at her, and I was worried about her, but I knew she would be okay. She had been hit with a powerful blow, and she had just been knocked out. “Alright, put her on the chair,” he said. I grabbed her, which she wasn’t that heavy, and I dragged her onto the chair.

***

Finally, she woke up after 10 minutes, as she looked straight ahead at us. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked around, confused.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“You’re in a safe place,” I said. “The same place.”

She looked around before setting eyes on us, and fury rose like a fire, and she quickly stood up. She tried to break out of the ropes, but she was too weak. Then, she fell back to her seat, and she was about to cry, but she didn’t. “You TSA pests,” she said with clenched teeth, but I wasn’t affected by any chance, as I was just as shocked.

“What did you just call me?” I asked.

“You TSA pests,” she said, looking at me. “Of course, you got a friend to help you.”

“Actually, he was just there, and how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a TSA spy,” I said, actually beginning to get frustrated.

She looked at me, and she shook her head. “I’m not going to say that again. I’ve already said that you’re a spy.”

“That’s just your assumption, but it isn’t true,” I said.

“If you’re not a TSA agent, then why are you here?” she asked. I looked at Greg, and he nodded. He strolled over to her, and looked her keenly in the eye. “We’re actually in the same agency. The YMPA. But something tells me you have a special relationship with the captain. Captain Drails.”

“What? We’re not in any relationship,” she said, her eyes squinted in perplexity.

“No, not that kind,” I said, with my hands up, trying to calm her down. “I mean, we’re in the same agency.”

“You’re lying, and I know it,” she said, looking at me with a scowl. “No, we’re not. In fact, look at our badges and utility belts,” Greg said. I lifted a bit of my shirt to show her, and her mouth closed slowly, as if she was about to burst into tears.

“You’re not a TSA agent?” she said, looking at me.

“No, I’m not,” I said. “But I think you’re doing something for him. Where’s the Armonk?”

“The what?” she asked.

“The Armonk. Where is it?” I asked. “You know the location, you know where it is. So tell us.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, frowning at me.

“That’s a lie!” I shouted, and Greg stepped forward, and he put his hand on my shoulder. “We have connections that know about your secret. Your secret with the plan you’re working on with Mr. Drails,” Greg said, crossing his fingers and leaning closer to her. “And I think you’re lying to us. Because I think you know the location.”

“You can’t prove that,” she said, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “You can’t.”

“But we can, because we already know where it is,” I said with a smile. Her face froze in fear. “Why…am…I here?” she muttered carefully, and I shook my head.

“We know that you’re here to steal it,” Greg said, as he shook his head. “And we’re going to stop you.”

“Where is it?” she asked. I cleared my throat, preparing to make a statement. “It’s in Egypt, with the ESMFA,” I said. Silence took the place for about a few seconds, and then she burst out laughing like a horse.

“What?” she said, as she laughed. “Egypt, with the ESMFA?”

“Yeah,” I said.

She shook her head and began to calm down. “That’s not where it is.” Then she stopped and realized her mistake. “So, you know where it is,” I said, leaning in, and Greg followed as well. “Where is it?”

“I’m going to give you one last chance to tell us,” he said.

She sighed, thinking about all her life choices or something before she looked back at us. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you the location of the Armonk. But you’re going to release me. You’re going to let me go, and I won’t tell anyone about you,” she said. “Deal?”

“Perfect deal, and if you do, we’ll make sure you don’t say to anyone else,” Greg said, as I looked up at him with concern. She nodded.

“I’m going to tell you the location of the Armonk,” she said, as I began to get nervous. “It’s in this city in Mexico, and the name is ‘El Muro del Santo.'”

“Where?” I asked.

“In the city of Oaxaca,” she said, as she began to tear up. “It’s a secret base. Now, are you happy?”

“Why is Mr. Drails doing this?” I asked. “Why?”

“I’m not telling you that,” she said, and my eyes widened. Greg muttered in confusion, “You already gave us the location for the Armonk. Tell us everything.”

“No,” she persisted. “I’m not telling you anything else.”

I looked at Greg, and I saw him shrug. “Okay, then we’re going to have to use more force.” But then we heard the bell ring, meaning it was time to go home. “We have to let her go,” Greg said to me, and I sighed. I wanted to know!

“Okay, we’re going to leave,” I said. “And if you tell anyone, we’re coming for you.”

“I won’t, I promise,” she said, as I looked at her with a stern expression. It’s funny, because I knew she was going to interrogate me instead. She did, except Greg came into the rescue. Thank goodness.