He'd beaten his friend. To death. On the orders of Abu Nazir. He was a traitor and a failure as a Marine. He should be dead. He should have found a way to kill himself.
Instead, he'd been rescued. They'd come for him, saved him, and now he had to live with his choice. At least for a little while longer.
They would want to know what happened. They would want to talk to him. WHat would he tell them, when they asked about Tom? What could he tell them.
The room was austere. It was an interrogation room. It smelled of industrial cleaner and blood. At least they hadn't handcuffed him to the table.
And then a woman walked in and introduced herself. She was familiar. Very familiar. He nodded at her question, even as he tried to place her.
When she sat down and flipped her hair, his jaw dropped. He knew that look. Did she not recognize him? She sounded like she didn't. He almost asked her.
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Date: 2013-09-23 12:14 am (UTC)Instead, he'd been rescued. They'd come for him, saved him, and now he had to live with his choice. At least for a little while longer.
They would want to know what happened. They would want to talk to him. WHat would he tell them, when they asked about Tom? What could he tell them.
The room was austere. It was an interrogation room. It smelled of industrial cleaner and blood. At least they hadn't handcuffed him to the table.
And then a woman walked in and introduced herself. She was familiar. Very familiar. He nodded at her question, even as he tried to place her.
When she sat down and flipped her hair, his jaw dropped. He knew that look. Did she not recognize him? She sounded like she didn't. He almost asked her.