Bloodstained Hands

[TheShammySocialist]

[OOC: Read "Rehabilitation Program for Former Insurgents Announced" on Caspian Clique Media Outlet for backstory. Private RP, OOC Commentary allowed, within reason]

[b]Caspian Armed Forces Base "Camp Shrike" - Special Operations Facility - Classified Location[/b]

"You shake him up at all?" asked one man in the darkened room to another, looking through the mirrored glass into the interrogation room.

"One of the guards gave him a good elbow to the gut when he gave him some lip, but that's it, sir," responded the man next to him, wearing a military uniform.

"I didn't know you boys could be gentle as well," chuckled the first man, who, unlike his counterpart was wearing a crisp business suit. His eyes glancing back to the man seated in the interrogation room, cuffed to his chair, his hair was longer then normal, and his facial hair had given him a scraggly appearance. His hair was well doused with gray flecks, he moved little, his eyes staring at the table in front of him. He looked apprehensive, his orange prison jumpsuit had a series of numbers on one breast and his name, "Turner, E.", on the other.

"How long have you had him in there for?" asked the man in the business suit, turning back to his military counterpart.

"Three hours," responded the military officer, crisply.

"Given him any water?"

"Nothing, sir. We gave him some on the flight in, enough to keep him adequately hydrated."

"What was his attitude on the flight in?"

"Quiet, didn't ask anything, to be honest, I think he's been expecting this, sir. Hell, he smiled when we fetched him from the Kabul Detention Center."

"I'm surprised he let us take him captive."

"You and me both, sir."

"I'm going to go in there," nodded the man in the business suit. The other man nodded for a guard in the corner, before he added, "I'm going in alone."

"Are you sure, sir?" asked the military officer, with a raised eyebrow. The man in the business suit gave him a look, that even in the very dim light, assured him a wordless answer. The man in the business suit opened the door and stepped into the hall, as the military officer held up his hand that kept the guard in the corner.

As soon as the man in the business suit entered the room, the prisoner looked up, and grinned, shaking his head.

"Well, well, I'm flattered President Dawkins, I would have expected one of your goons to be here," said Eric Turner, his face giving President Sham Dawkins a look of contempt.

"Why should I leave a personal matter of my own to one of them?" answered Dawkins, as he shrugged off his business jacket, and hung it up. He had a pistol in a holster strapped to his belt, and Turner eyed it, and his lips upturning in a malicious grin.

"Quite," responded Turner. "But, [i]Mr. President[/i]," he started, accentuating his title with a distasteful tone, "I thought politicians were to set personal matters aside." As Turner said that, Dawkins undid his tie, Turner watching him closely, as he pulled it off and set it in the pocket of his suit jacket.

Dawkins scoffed, and replied, "Turner, you and I both know that politicians make things personal much more often then they should. I guess I'm no different then your typical politician."

"And I figured you for a businessman, who liked to weigh the costs of his actions, you do know that if this gets out, you're going to look like a dictator with a lust for vengeful actions. Not going to look good for you," chuckled Turner, his malicious grin still plastered on his face. "So much for a [i]legitimate[/i] government, you're no different then your father."

"I guess not," said Dawkins, simply, as he rolled up the sleeves on his white button-up shirt.

"Why are you here, Dawkins? You think killing me will do some justice to your father?" asked Turner, leaning back in his seat as Dawkins sat down across from him.

"Who knows?" answered Dawkins, his stare at Turner was cold and calm. Dawkins could sense a certain insecurity about Turner, who probably was expecting him to be much more emotional, angry, or forceful. Dawkins unsnapped the clasp on his pistol holster, and took the KSA HP-5H High-Power Pistol out, and set it on the table in front of him.

Turner chuckled softly, then said slowly, with a shake of his head, "Just like your father, Sham, just like your father."

Dawkins just gave a blank stare in return, and said simply, "I have a few questions for you."

"And if I don't want to answer them?"

"Then we'll see what happens."

Edited February 15, 2011 by TheShammySocialist