MADISON WOKE UP tied to a chair and his feet in a bucket of water and a room full of Russian officials.
“Shit!” Madison cursed.
“Comrade Madison, There is no need for such language. We’re all friends here,” explained General von Rudiger, gesturing with open arms, towards all the other Russian officials in the room.
“All we want from you Colonel Madison is a little cooperation. For instances, “Why were you following Ruyah Caneer?”
Madison was certain he was in trouble but he also knew he had to stall for time. Time for his team to find him.
“I don’t know anyone named Ruyah Caneer,” Madison snarled back at the General.
“I find that impossible to believe Colonel Madison since we have surveillance footage of you following Mrs. Caneer.”
“You must have me mistaken for someone else.”
“If that is the case, why were you in the Hotel Marquis this afternoon, Colonel Madison.”
“I was thinking of renting a room.”
“Very well, then Colonel.” The general back up a few paces and ordered, “Light him up.”
Every muscle in Madison’s body contracted to the point of breaking as the electricity surged through his body.
“Stop,” ordered General von Rudiger.
He stepped forward again, put his face up to Madison’s and stated, “Have I made myself clear Colonel Madison?
Madison nodded yes.
“Perhaps now you’ll be more forthcoming with your answers.” General von Rudiger straightened his bulky frams, beamed at the other officials in the room, clasped his hands behind his back, and asked Madison, “Why were you following Ruyah Caneer.”
Madison’s body felt like it was on fire and he was having difficulty breathing but he managed to whisper, “I don’t know anyone named Ruyah Caneer.”
The General hissed his disapproval and backed away again. “This one is stubborn, he said to no one in particular. Light him up again.”
Madison braced himself for the surge of electricity. And outside of Russia’s Black Dolphin Prison the lights dimmed.
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