Setting
The interrogation room, common to all law enforcement agencies and prisons, as well the notorious black sites, and a number of other government owned buildings, is a unique fixture representative of the awesome power of authority.
The typical interrogation room is a sparsely furnished room, with harsh fluorescent lighting, sometimes protected by a wire cage. Inside there is a metal table and some chairs, anywhere between two and four straight-backed chairs, for the interrogator, subject, and a possible second interrogator or observer and attorney. There is a one-way mirror against one wall.
The walls are undecorated and painted a bland color; the floor's tiles have a monotonous pattern, or the rug a generic pattern. There are no lighting or ventilation controls in sight. The subject is seated with his or her back to the door, which is locked from the outside. Regardless of whether the subject is informed, he or she will be video and audio recorded from a remote location, the recording equipment hidden.
The typical interrogation room is a sparsely furnished room, with harsh fluorescent lighting, sometimes protected by a wire cage. Inside there is a metal table and some chairs, anywhere between two and four straight-backed chairs, for the interrogator, subject, and a possible second interrogator or observer and attorney. There is a one-way mirror against one wall.
The walls are undecorated and painted a bland color; the floor's tiles have a monotonous pattern, or the rug a generic pattern. There are no lighting or ventilation controls in sight. The subject is seated with his or her back to the door, which is locked from the outside. Regardless of whether the subject is informed, he or she will be video and audio recorded from a remote location, the recording equipment hidden.
Interrogation Room
A sparsely furnished room, with harsh fluorescent lighting protected by a wire cage, with a metal table and chairs, and a one-way mirror on one wall. The walls and floor are plain, and no lighting or ventilation controls in sight. You are being recorded.
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Tahira Ali [79] An international fugitive associated with the terrorist group Hataf, she is on the FBI 10 Most Wanted. The reward for her capture is $25 million. Her case has been highly publicized, and "Tahira Ali" is a household name.
Azzan Kam [34] CIA Counter-Terrorism Specialist
Nathaniel (Nathan) Carter [26] A Human Intelligence warrent officer of the United States Army assigned direct access to Ali.
Dawn Keating [21] A fiery and quick-tempered journalist, working on getting as much out of the Tahira Ali story as is feasibly possible.
Graciela Kaplan [0] A recently adopted 16-year-old Carribean girl.
Joslyn Romanov [0] Joslyn works in the FBI. She's a skilled hacker and surveillance women.
Tatiana Ivanova [0] A Russian mercenary
[Doctor] Everett Camille [0] A 34 year old FBI Agent working for the BAU Unit #1 (Counterterrorism) and Doctor of Psychology. He studies body language in order to unravel the infinite mysteries within the minds of criminals.
Killian McGrory [0] A former PIRA bomber hired by Hataf to create chaos and draw attention from their other operations.
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"A moment please Agent Schultz." The line went to hold before she could reply. The wait took nearly a minute before a voice came onto the other end. "This is Agent Blake, Counter-Terrorism. What can I do for your Agent Schultz?"
There was an uncomfortable pause before Natalie responded, the pressure on the pen in her hand increasing. "I need to know where Tahira Ali is," she said, finally, the tension still evident in her voice.
"I wasn't aware she was missing." Came a somewhat surprsied reply. Last I heard she was in your custody.
EDIT: "I wasn't aware she was missing." Came a somewhat surprsied reply. "Last I heard she was in your custody."
"According to Andrew," Natalie said, referring to the Warden, "she was ordered transferred shortly after midnight by the military, with the orders bearing Kyle's signature," referring to the man the CIA had ordered arrested for treason, "which is simply nonsensical as Kyle is the same man who let the reporter into the prison! Someone at the Agency must know where she is!"
"Hmmm. I'll put your through to Assisstant Director Swanson. He might know. Or,I would hope he knows otherwise I reckon its well above both our paygrades." Without a another word the phone went silent then began to ring. It rang ffour long times before a gruff voice on the other end came to life. "Agent Schultz! You never call, you never write, you never visit until something has gone wrong. What do you want?"
"Tahira Ali's location," Natalie answered, the pen spinning wildly in her hand as she peered out at the parking lot. Mostly empty. As usual, she took the question completely literally, deliberately ignoring the social niceties.
"Haven't a clue what your talkign about. I have a note here thgouh, says I should put you on up." For thhe fourth time the line went silent. It didn't even ring this time before a woman picked up, the cold voice of the Director of the Central INtelligence Agency prcise over the phone. "Agent Schultz?"
"Yes," Natalie answered, in her typical monotone, "that is my name, although more accurately my surname." A moment later she placed the voice, the pen whirling faster. "I have been attempting to ascertain Tahira Ali's location. Have your people resorted to such drastic measures that none of them deign inform me?"
"My people," Replied the Director savagely, "Are once again cleaning up after the FBI. Again" She flipped a lock of redhair over her shoulder. "In the next five minutes a black SUV will pull up beside you. You are not to ask questions and obeythe orders of the men inside to the letter. Do you understand me?"
There was another uncomfortable pause before Natalie answered. "Yes, I understand," she said, the pressure increasing on the pen as she leaned forward, peering out into the parking lot wasteland with squinted eyes.
"They will take you to Ali. Your clothing and personal effects will be delieverd to you at our facility. That is all." The line went dead.
There were hundreds of thousands of protestations waiting to be shouted at the Director, but none of them materialized. Natalie slumped in her seat, the pressure on the barrel of the pen steadily increasing as she waited for the inevitable SUV to arrive, cursing the CIA in all the languages of Afghanistan. It wasn't her fault the bastard had taken a reporter to see Ali! Natalie Schultz was not to blame for this.
She ejected a CD from her car's audio player, even though it hadn't actually been playing, and closed it in its case, which she deftly returned to the glove compartment. After a moment, Natalie removed her Glock from its holster, rotating it over and over on its side, as if she could burn it into her memory.
She ejected a CD from her car's audio player, even though it hadn't actually been playing, and closed it in its case, which she deftly returned to the glove compartment. After a moment, Natalie removed her Glock from its holster, rotating it over and over on its side, as if she could burn it into her memory.
The SUV when it arrived was like nothing she had ever seen. It was the big black armoured variety they had recently begun buying from the Canadians, the Knight armoured car. Two men rode in it, looking more cowboys then agents. They wore denim jeans, rugged t-shirts and sported big beards that made them look like Vikings.
“Agent Schultz.” Said the bigger of the two, gesturing to the SUV. “If you would please join my friend in the back seat.” The second man had opened the rear door. Both looked calm and not even slightly worried about the Glock in her hand. It was obvious they were hard men.
“Agent Schultz.” Said the bigger of the two, gesturing to the SUV. “If you would please join my friend in the back seat.” The second man had opened the rear door. Both looked calm and not even slightly worried about the Glock in her hand. It was obvious they were hard men.
Dressed in khaki pants and a turquoise-colored Pakistani kameez shirt, Natalie Schultz looked more like an errant teacher or the mom down the street than an FBI agent, though she was known for this affect among her colleagues. When the man spoke, she looked up, almost confused for a moment, before she hurriedly slid her Glock back into his holster, the pen still in her other hand, climbing out of her own car and locking it.
Natalie did not seem to be intimidated by the sudden appearance; instead, she seemed almost relieved. She opened her mouth to ask a question, and then she remembered her instructions. She closed her mouth, climbing into the back seat of the SUV next to the smaller man, sitting as far away as possible, almost to the point of leaning against the side of the vehicle.
Natalie did not seem to be intimidated by the sudden appearance; instead, she seemed almost relieved. She opened her mouth to ask a question, and then she remembered her instructions. She closed her mouth, climbing into the back seat of the SUV next to the smaller man, sitting as far away as possible, almost to the point of leaning against the side of the vehicle.
“Your weapon.” Said the redbeared man as he held out a hand. He waited until she gave it too him before sliding it into a locked box. A quick twist of a key locked it and he passed the key back to her. “You will get it back at our destination.” Then he passed her a black bag. “Over your head. Any attempt to see our route or destination and I will kill you.”
Natalie stared blankly at the bag for a moment. Finally, she took it, sliding it over her head with great precision, almost as if she were agonizing over the exact manner in which to do it. The entire time, the pen remained in her hand, the pressure against it increasing so much her knuckles turned nearly white gripping it.
The rumble of the truck engine was the only thing that penetrated the hood as the vehicle followed a route completely different from that of Ali's convoy though the ultimate destination was the same. Once again the black Lynx helicopter sat quietly on the tarmac and Rapp helped Natalie climb into the back seat while Azzan once again played pilot.
The aircraft rose, banked and began its climb over the city, nose aimed towards the distant mountains. In the front Azzan carefully scanned for any sign of pursuit while Rapp kept his eyes fixed on the FBI agent, a pistol held loosely in his lap.
The aircraft rose, banked and began its climb over the city, nose aimed towards the distant mountains. In the front Azzan carefully scanned for any sign of pursuit while Rapp kept his eyes fixed on the FBI agent, a pistol held loosely in his lap.
A thousand questions waited to be asked, but Natalie squelched all of them, working hard to drown out the incessant rumbling of the engines. She was on an aircraft of some sort, and were she in the right frame of mind, Natalie might have been able to place the exact model based on the sound of its engines. For now, her mental processes were hampered by the sensation of the bag against her face. She clamped her fingers around the pen in her hand with an iron fist, the fingers of her other hand rubbing the hem of her kameez shirt at a constant pace. This was the only way she knew how to quiet the anxiety bubbling up in the back of her mind without asking any of the thousand questions.
The whine of the engines increased as they rose higher into the mountains, the blades thumping at the thinner air as they laboured to clear the pines that rushed below. Had Natalie been able to see she may have wished she couldn't as Azzan, a helicopter expert, whipped the aircraft through the mountains only a few dozen feet above the craggy ridges.
At length the aircraft slowed and a powerful down draft buffeted the helicopter as Azzan slowly lowered them onto the narrow ledge and its do-or-die landing pad. The ground crew appeared as before and tied down the aircraft, stepping back long enough to allow Rapp to help Natalie climb from the cabin. She seemed unsteady at first under the chill mountain wind and Rapp inhaled deeply of the clean smell once again. He loved coming here.
Once inside the facility he waited until the door closed. "Agent Schultz, you may remove your hood. Welcome to the Eagles Nest.” The name had been given to the place after an Eagles nest had been discovered above the entry to the hanger some years before. The birds still came every year despite the helicopters and the facility crew had taken a liking to the birds and were extremely protective.
At length the aircraft slowed and a powerful down draft buffeted the helicopter as Azzan slowly lowered them onto the narrow ledge and its do-or-die landing pad. The ground crew appeared as before and tied down the aircraft, stepping back long enough to allow Rapp to help Natalie climb from the cabin. She seemed unsteady at first under the chill mountain wind and Rapp inhaled deeply of the clean smell once again. He loved coming here.
Once inside the facility he waited until the door closed. "Agent Schultz, you may remove your hood. Welcome to the Eagles Nest.” The name had been given to the place after an Eagles nest had been discovered above the entry to the hanger some years before. The birds still came every year despite the helicopters and the facility crew had taken a liking to the birds and were extremely protective.
Natalie reached up, and with the same methodical precision, slid the hood from her head, blinking to adjust to the lighting. She looked over at Rapp, the pen beginning to spin in her hand again, her posture oddly rigid, her gaze resting beside the man's face rather than meeting his eyes. The look on her face would have been more appropriate for a patient being operated on without anesthesia, but it took several moments before she actually spoke.
When she did, her voice came out almost hollow sounding, lacking inflection, as the fingers of her left hand slid into her pocket. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say to that," Natalie said, taking a moment to look around, memorizing the place with each glance, as part of her mind computed the exact geometric specifications of the hangar.
When she did, her voice came out almost hollow sounding, lacking inflection, as the fingers of her left hand slid into her pocket. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say to that," Natalie said, taking a moment to look around, memorizing the place with each glance, as part of her mind computed the exact geometric specifications of the hangar.
“A thank you would be sufficient Agent Schultz.” Rapp said airily as he glanced towards the small security post nearby where two men watched them without expression. A few minutes of silence was finally broken by the arrival of the giant black man once again.
“You have brought me another guest Agent 007!” Rumbled the big man as he stopped in front of Natalie. “Though I suspect this is Agent Schultz, not another terrorist.”
“That’s correct M.” Replied Rapp. “Here to stay for a week at least. Her gear will be in on the next helicopter. Have you a nice room for her?”
“The very best.” White teeth showed starkly against the handsome black face. “This way Agent Schultz.” He gestured towards the elevator.
“You have brought me another guest Agent 007!” Rumbled the big man as he stopped in front of Natalie. “Though I suspect this is Agent Schultz, not another terrorist.”
“That’s correct M.” Replied Rapp. “Here to stay for a week at least. Her gear will be in on the next helicopter. Have you a nice room for her?”
“The very best.” White teeth showed starkly against the handsome black face. “This way Agent Schultz.” He gestured towards the elevator.
After a moment, Natalie's head swiveled in the man's direction, her eyes narrowing as she followed him. "Am I allowed to ask questions now?" she asked, only the slightest change of inflection indicating that her statement was, in fact, a question. Most people who met Natalie Schultz often did not believe that this same woman was probably the FBI's single most accomplished counterterrorism agent, and with good reason. She stepped into the elevator, craning her neck upward, staring up, the pen still in her hand.
The elevator dropped this time, coming to rest after thirty seconds of fall time. The sight that greeted Natalie was so different then what she would find Ali living in, it was remarkable. A plush carpet stretched out before them, the stones walls on either side lit with mellow lights that most would find pleasing.
“First door on the right.” Said “M” as he and Azzan remained on the lift. Rapp nodded to Schultz and started down the hall, opening the door and waiting for her to enter.
The accommodations were better then many four star hotels. The front entry held a small cloakroom and the entry to a large bathroom. Next was a living room complete with desk, computer, couches and a big screen TV. A kitchen could be found through a door to the left and on the right wall was a door that led into a large bedroom with a queen sized bed and an on suite bathroom. All the rooms were generously furnished and glowed with soft lights that made them look cozy indeed. Rapp allowed Natalie to enter first and waited at the door.
“First door on the right.” Said “M” as he and Azzan remained on the lift. Rapp nodded to Schultz and started down the hall, opening the door and waiting for her to enter.
The accommodations were better then many four star hotels. The front entry held a small cloakroom and the entry to a large bathroom. Next was a living room complete with desk, computer, couches and a big screen TV. A kitchen could be found through a door to the left and on the right wall was a door that led into a large bedroom with a queen sized bed and an on suite bathroom. All the rooms were generously furnished and glowed with soft lights that made them look cozy indeed. Rapp allowed Natalie to enter first and waited at the door.