This choice: "First," you say, "tell me all you know about those stolen files. • Go Back...Chapter #4To Call or Bluff by: Unknown "First," you say, "tell me all you know about those stolen files." You take a whole step toward them as they retreat only one half-step. Raising your hand high, you clarify, "I want to know everything you do. Why take them? What were they? Who took them? Where are they? Who has them now?" Your driven interrogation has driven you almost atop their toes, so near you can see the breadcrumbs in the driver's mustache.
"We know nothing!" He tells you, a statement seconded by his companion. The more articulate of the two tries to satisfy your hunger with more basic information. "Mister Sterling, let us first know each other." You patiently allow him passage. He nods and continues, "I am Viktor, and he is Arman. I am certain you know already who we were. There is no logic in pretending longer. It is true. We were members of KGB, but no more."
"Save these kind details," you command. "Give me what I asked for." A rustle of foreign jacket like the flap of a bird's wings at night, handguns drawn, one shot, one shout. Arman's hand falls void of firearm, iron cannon punched through and away by your own quick reflexes. "Now don't try that again gentlemen. There's been enough of that already. Now answers, please." You keep the pistol in your hand as your new friends nervously press on.
"Okay. Okay, Sterling." Viktor speaks, "We are the ones that took the files. I, and Arman, and one other person who is no longer with us, you might say." He chuckles quietly, but you urge him on with a nod of your wrist, not the head. "The files are for big experimental weapon." He pauses and looks at Armand before firmly stating, "That is all we know!"
You smile. They smile too. You reach into your pocket. They watch you reach into your pocket. You remove a small phone and casually flip it open. They listen carefully. You seem to wait for an answer, "Ah, Diana darling. Yes, this is Jack Sterling." You pause appropriately to listen. "Diana, I'm in need of some assistance. I've got here with me our two favorite KGB boys, but it seems we're all three of us in an unfortunate position."
You bring the phone against your ear and listen carefully. "Yes, that's right. I was wondering if you could bring a car over for us. Pardon?" You notice the two men take a collective step backward, but you continue with conversation, "Yes, yes. Just follow the homing signal straight to me. Couldn't be simpler! We'll be here when you arrive, Diana. Cheers."
As you hang up and return the phone to your side, you address the men scrambling for their near collapsed horse of transportation, "Excuse me, but where are you off to? You will never be able to get away in that. I could walk backwards blindfolded and keep pace with that, so there is no way you could flee from my lovely Diana."
Viktor and Arman look at each other with unimaginable fright, their mouth falling to quivering pieces at the thought of encountering a woman of normal height now that they are but mice, especially one working on your side. "She be here any minute!" Arman shouts. "Quiet!" Viktor cries, "Sterling! We will tell you more! There is more to tell!" Together they climb out of the car, just before it sinks like a torpedoed ship, capsizing on the concrete earth underfoot.
"Sorry," you remark. "It's too late now. Diana is on her way." You share with them a sly smile. "I'm sure she'll enjoy pressuring the information from you when she has the chance," they press their hands together, pleading with the whines of puppies. You offer, "But I'm sure I can put in a good word for you both if you tell me your secrets first." Their heads rise and fall so rapidly, their cheeks slap forehead and chest. They eagerly spill their secrets.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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