In our last story, we had announced that Book 4 would conclude with this part, but our story department notified us that there still a few more parts remaining to be published. Hang on tight as Book 5 will be here soon and many other great things are on their way! Today we continue with part fifteen of Book 4. Hope you enjoy!
“What’s your deal dude?” Shailan calmly asked as he sat in a steel chair looking at the man in the reinforced glass cell.
The man slammed his fist hard against the glass and simply gave him the finger and stared at him in a way that reminded the hero of a caged rat crossed with a serial killer. Shailan had seen this kind of behavior before.
The RAIFs on either side of the man’s cell snapped to attention. They focused their lifeless eyes on the man in the cell. One raised a single finger in the prisoner’s direction, and the man slowly backed away from the glass, unsure of what that finger meant but assuming it wasn’t a good thing.
Shailan had experience from being trained as an international spy during his younger years, and that had made him Mr. Smith’s apparent choice to interrogate Plum Island’s newest inhabitant.
“What’s the matter, buddy? Can’t you hear me? Or maybe all that freaky hair is blockin’ your ears. I asked you a question.” Shailan continued as he rose from his chair and moved toward the cell. “ You know, you kinda look like a girl with that mop on your head, a pretty ugly one tho, maybe my friends here should check on you and make sure you’re a dude,” he said as he gestured to the RAIFs standing guard.
Mike once again slammed his fist into the glass, and the other RAIF raised two fingers.
Shailan now stood inches away from the prisoner just out of reach behind the reinforced glass wall, “Or maybe we should just pin you down and shave off those girly locks, and I can make myself a new wig for Halloween this year” he said with a chuckle.
Shailan broke out into a raunchy laugh, “But I would still look like a man, not some hideous looking 1980s rocker girl” he mocked the man in the cell.
The prisoner slammed his head into the glass hoping to shatter it and headbutt the man taunting him, and the RAIF raised three fingers.
Shailan got as close to the man as he could, “Oh oh, you know what happens now right?”
The prisoner just stood and stared into Shailan’s eyes. The intensity in the man’s eyes Shailan had seen before, a stone-cold killer’s eyes. The anger and rage of a psychopath mixed with the pain of what drove him to kill and the pain of remorse that killing brought him. As the gas came out of the vents on the ceiling of the cell the man’s eyes slowly softened. The demonic gaze gave way to confusion then as his eyes began to roll back into his head he dropped to the floor.
“Should have just answered the question dude,” Shailan said to the crumpled body on the floor, “I need a coffee.”
Fifteen minutes later as Shailan returned to the room with his coffee, the prisoner sat on the edge of his cot rubbing his eyes.
“So what do you think dude, want to answer my questions now or do you want to let me have my robotic friends here have a bit more fun?” Shailan asked as he sat down in his chair.
“My name is Mike,” the prisoner said as he continued to rub his eyes, “and I have no sense of where I am or how I got here. I have a directive to follow, so I did. Yesterday I followed a helicopter in a boat to kill someone. Then I woke up here on the shoreline. I still have to complete my objective.”
“Wait what you followed a helicopter in a boat dude? What the heck? You know that’s nuts right?” Shailan was almost hysterical with laughter.
Mike looked at his captor, “I know but I had to do something. I had no choice, you wouldn’t understand.”
Shailan leaned forward in his chair and looked into Mike’s now bloodshot eyes, “Try me, man, I have been around the park a couple of times.”
Mike let go a torrent of words starting with his childhood, his father’s murder and his first meeting with a creepy little man who calls himself The Professor and how somehow The Professor had screwed with mind and those of others to make them do his bidding for him.
Shailan listened intently to the mesmerizing tale that Mike was telling him and somehow knew that the man in the cell was strangely telling the truth.
As Mike continued to tell him of all the characters he was now associated with, what The Professor’s crazy plan was and how he had a singular purpose to achieve whenever The Professor wished it, Shailan began to feel as if his prisoner had endured much more already than what he had planned for him. The interrogation started as more of a conversation, and both men softened their approach until the door behind Shailan opened and Analia walked in to relieve him.
Still dressed in her blue suit, Mike took one look at her and lost his mind. He flung himself at the glass trying to reach her, punching, kicking, smashing his head against the glass until he was red with blood. Screaming that he had to kill her.
After the initial shock of the situation wore off, Shailan nodded to the RAIFs and the gas once again wafted from the vents knocking Mike out.
“Well, that’s messed up. Time to go see Mr. Smith, let’s go” Shailan said to Analia as he turned her around and headed out of the door to the command center.
(To be continued…)
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