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by Virgil on Fri Oct 21, 2005 2:24 pm
The last thing Virgil remembered seeing was O'Mally's fist after he had made a smart ass comment. Virgil could taste the coppery blood filling his mouth. He spat it out, as he looked at the ground he realized that he was sitting and he was no longer on the shuttle. Thoughts of his location clouded his mind, he wondered where he was. Then his ocean blue eyes began to search for his companion.
"Zeke?"
His emotionless voice echoed through the empty room. Virgil was still handcuffed in the straight jacket, but his feet had been uncuffed, and his boots and socks removed. He growl a bit before getting to his feet. The room was very tiny, six steps from the back wall to the door on one side. Four side steps from wall to wall. The walls were glimmering white pads and the floor was bare carpet, the same colour as the walls. The only difference is the floor now had a redish brown spot on it from where Virgil had spit his blood. He struggled with the handcuffs around his back for a minute then he made an attempt for the straps on the coat. The cuffs made damn sure he couldn't get to those. With a frown he took a seat in the far back corner as a slot on the heavy iron door opened up.
"Awake already?"
The voice that came through held a mocking tone as he chuckled. The only thing Virgil could see was the light filling the slot. It made it quite apparent that his room was very dark compaired to the outside. The slot slammed shut and he heard the lock click. Virgil bound to his feet as a man came in. With his left foot Virgil knocked him unconsious with a blow to the lower jaw, the second man coming in Virgil caught with a roundhouse with his right heel. He feel. Virgil looked up to the third person and was ready to kick but he heard the locking of a hammer. Virgil was staring down the barrel of O'Mally's Beretta, of course it was in his left hand, but it was still steady. Two more soldiers came in and dragged the limp ones out.
"Now, that wasn't a nice welome."
O'Mally growled. His brown eyes were solid an unwaverying, just like Virgil's blue ones that mimiced the look.
"Let's get to buisness shall we? Who are you?"
Virgil stayed quiet.
"Very well...who sent you?"
O'Mally's voice was stronger this time, when Virgil didn't answer the barrel of the Beretta caught him in the jaw and Virgil feel to the floor.
"Close the door soldier! I'm going to be here awhile."
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