The room inside was crowded by people standing around a huge table.
Through the thick ugly smoke from a cigar they could see a large
brute of a man - the source of the foul smoke. For some reason
they just knew that this was the man known as the boss. He slowly
looked up from the table.
The brute stepped closer puffing his cigar. The other men moved
in front of the table to hide whatever was on it. The room had
gone all quiet.
Ken could feel the rifle being pressed harder into his back.
The clean clothes Ken and Roger wore must have tipped him off. His own clothes was an old military uniform that smelled of burnt flesh. He suddenly lashed out a right hook at one of the men that had brought them there. The guy flew backwards through the air and hit the wall.
He turned an went back to the table. Ken an Roger were pulled
back out again. The boss suddenly turned around again.
Although both Ken and Roger were happy that they were no longer accused of being spies, the prospect of possibly being killed after being interrogated by a woman called Mariza still had their adrenaline levels setting new records.
They were pulled back into the corridor and pushed down an endless steel ladder. They finally reached the end of the ladder, and stepped down on to a wet slippery floor. The room was painted black and there was a bright light in the ceiling above a steel table contraption that looked like something stolen from a morgue. A tall woman stepped out from the shadows.
The two men unlocked the cuffs and walked back up the ladder. Moments later the ladder was slowly being raised.
As if Ken and Roger could move. They we're frightened stiff The woman walked very slowly towards them, and as she came into the light, they could see the shape of her long athletic body under the tight camouflage outfit. She had long black hair under a dark blue beret.
She grabbed Ken by the throat and moved him slowly towards the steel table. She forced him to lie down on the cold steel plate and locked his neck, arms and legs to the table. She pressed a button and the table slowly went from a horizontal to a vertical position. The locks sank into Ken's skin and the lock around his neck shut his jaws.
She moved the light towards his face. Roger now left in the dark started to move very slowly towards the wall. He suddenly heard the electric motor of the laser above him move. She turned towards him.
Roger stopped. This was it. She was going to kill Ken, and there was nothing he could do. For the first time he overcame his fright and started talking.
The woman disappeared into the shadows. Roger looked over at Ken
who was in obvious pain. The woman came back pulling a thick black
cable with something that looked like probes attached at the end.
She slapped the probe plates on to Ken forehead. She continued
talking while disappearing into the shadows again. Roger could
hear a computer being booted, and a monitor lit up. She brought
back a syringe with some brown liquid in it. Without warning she
shoved the needle deep into Ken's thigh. Moments later the twisted
grin on Ken's face was replaced by a calm expression.
The woman picked up a small radio from her belt.
The woman looked extremely disappointed as she snapped the cable from Ken's forehead and began to tilt him back to horizontal position. Roger wondered what the hell was going on.
The ladder was lowered again, and two men climbed down. This time they were lead up the ladder without the cuffs, but the gun pressed into their backs was insurance enough that they wouldn't try something. Ken couldn't walk properly, and Roger had to support him up the steep ladder.
They were pushed back into the crowded room. The large man stepped forward.