Chapter 465

Sunday was the big family breakfast for me and my mates; relaxed fun time. We were all up at 06:00; it was just habit.

At 09:30 Dad and I went to feed the prisoners. I used the excuse that Dad needed help for a few minutes with a project.

I put together two trays from the Morton restaurant, bananas, oranges apples, pastries and a couple of pancakes that they would have to eat dry. They weren’t getting anything they needed utensils for along with more bottled water and tea.

The first one was getting his sight back. He immediately looked at me as I unlocked the chains and his eyes followed me as I took the trash out from last night’s meal. He also kept looking at Dad holding the shotgun on him.

Last night before I zipped up the body bags and threw them in the dumpster, I checked the pockets. The only thing I found was prayer beads which I handed to them with breakfast.

The other prisoner was the same way. I chained the doors again and we left. The doc was coming at 1800 to do the interrogations with me.

When I got home, the girls and I went to the office. I had a firm limit of one hour desk work then I was going to spend the rest of the day in the gym. I was feeling sluggish and down and I was sure that it was because I had only managed at most a few minutes this week in exercise. I was just yuck.

I was still in the gym at 1730 when the doc called to say he was on the way. I had told the girls that I had an important meeting at 1800 that would take a couple hours. Vicky and Jenny asked if I wanted anyone to come along.

“No, it’s not going to be a good meeting and not for the squeamish; just keep supper warm for me. I will call you when I finish,” I replied.

The doc and I unloaded a dozen pieces of medical monitoring equipment into the exam room. Then he and I walked the first one over to the medical building.

When in the exam room, we stripped him down and put an adult diaper on him; he was getting combative now. We strapped him tightly to the exam table with wide leather straps.

An IV was started and let drip while the doc set up the rest of the equipment. Syringes with different drugs were filled and placed in order. The shock paddles were set on a table and checked out. An automatic blood pressure cuff was connected.

The doc placed sticky things on his chest, head and legs and they were hooked up to two different monitors.

“Everything is ready. You know this carries risk that he could die at any time. Start asking your questions,” the doc said.

“Consider him dead anyhow; it will be no loss either way,” I replied.

I started asking questions in Arabic.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“You are a whore,” he replied.

“Who paid you to attack the embassy?”

“Infidel,” he replied.

“Who gave you the weapons?”

“You will die a thousand deaths at the hands of Allah,” he replied.

I relayed the question and answers to the doc.

Just as the doc picked up a syringe, there was a knock on the door.

Who in the hell can that be, I had locked the gate and the door both so no one would come in.

I opened the door and stepped out to be facing Vicky and Frank.

“Neither of you should be here,” I said.

“We both need answers and I assume you are going to get them, in ways I never can. I need to hear them for myself,” Frank replied.

“Vicky what goes on here will cause you to have sleepless nights and nightmares; you need to go home,” I said.

“You do what has to be done - I need to be able to do that - you cannot shelter me forever. I want to be able to be as hard as you are when it is necessary,” she said.

The three of us walked back to the table.

“He is refusing to answer. The doc is about to influence that.”

I nodded to the doc then he pushed the plunger in a tiny bit. The table jerked and he went ridge under the straps, his face contorted in pain. The doc watched the monitors and waited then pushed a little more on the plunger.