“On the wall, outside.”
“I need to watch him first.”
Though Caroline had never seen him interrogate anyone, she knew it would be intense.
The BLACK OPS entered the observation room. Caroline peered through the one-way glass at Haqazzii. A metal table sat anchored to the floor in the middle of the small white room. He was sitting in a metal chair, staring straight ahead. His wristswere handcuffed to chains that were secured to the floor and fed up through two holes in the table. A lone metal chair sat in the corner, near the door.
A mix of hatred and pity coursed through her. His hatred of humans had turned him into a killer.
One life, and this is how he chooses to spend it. What a waste.
Despite the number of BLACK OPS crammed into the observation room, it became eerily quiet. The only sound Caroline could hear was her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She glanced over at Grey. He’d rested his arm on the frame of the one-way window and he was studying Haqazzii intently.
The power rolling off him enthralled her, but it the laser-intensity emanating from his eyes that stole her breath. He was like an eagle, narrowing in on its prey. A masterful hunter, he was in his element. After all these years, she had a front-row seat to one of the Agency’s most lethal operatives.
Grey set his Glock on the table and left without a word.
GREYSTONE
Greystone wantedto come down hard on Haqazzii. He wasn’t interested in playing nice, he didn’t want to do the Q&A thing. He wanted to beat the answers out of him, then offer up his dead body to show the leader their real wrath. Maybe he should have been afraid, but he wasn’t. He knew fear and he’d outgrown it. Fear only commanded the weak, keeping them chained to the devil like prisoners.
He didn’t think this mind fuck would scare Haqazzii, but he needed to get a meter on him before he could press on.
In the hallway, he secured his hair into a man-bun. On went the ski mask and helmet, then he flipped down the night goggles. After turning out the hallway light, he killed the lightin the holding room. As expected, silence from the interrogation room. He waited. After a long minute, he slowly opened the door and stood in the doorway.
He stared at Haqazzii, who sat there motionless, his eyes still staring straight ahead. The minutes ticked by without any movement or reaction from the prisoner.
“Sajid.” He let the word slither out in a whisper. “We know why you’re here.”
BAM!
Haqazzii slammed his handcuffed fists on the metal table, the clang of metal on metal jarring the silence and sending a strong message.
“Sajid, you have three days.” In stealth mode, Greystone stalked into the room, placed his hands on the table in front of the prisoner, and stared down at him.
Haqazzii’s breath was coming fast, a sign his heart rate had jumped.
“If you don’t help us, I will slit your throat,” Greystone whispered.
“ENOUGH! SHOW YOURSELF!” Haqazzii yelled.
Greystone stilled while he studied the man across the table. Haqazzii’s eyes darted around the darkness, then he lifted his chained hands and reached out in front of him.
“Sajid, you’re dealing with ruthless killers,” Greystone whispered. “I’d be a good boy and cooperate… if you want to live.”
“NEVER! I will NEVER tell you anything.” Again, he pounded on the metal table.
Lightning fast, Greystone moved behind him, wrapped his hand around his throat, then pressed his head down with the other. The more Haqazzii struggled, the tighter Greystone squeezed his neck.
Greystone murmured, “We won’t stop until we’ve taken out every single one of you. The next three days are up to you.”
“Fuck you,” Haqazzii choked out. “I’m not afraid.”
“You will be.” Greystone slammed Haqazzii’s head on the table, leaned close. “You will be.”
Then, he walked out, and stood in the pitch-black doorway. He crossed his arms and watched for another minute. Seething hatred filled every cell in his body. How could he stop this tornado of ultra-evil?
With evil.
