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“Rylie was very good at what she did and being a ghost. That much is clear," I add, a proud smile gracing my features.
“She’s my best,” Mr R replies. "It helps that she had the upbringing that she did. It prepared her for situations that we couldn’t have provided training for and real-life experience that has proved to be invaluable to her and her success.”
“I’m not surprised in the slightest,” Jynx grins, “she was incredibly well trained when I knew her and strong enough to do whatever she put her mind to.”
“That sounds like Rylie,” Mr R agrees, not questioning Jynx about exactly how she knows Rylie and just leaving it alone as he stands and grabs his coffee. “If you follow me, I’ll show you where we’re keeping Mr Gauld. Like with the interrogation rooms, there is an observation room, where whoever isn’t talking to him can wait it out.”
“That’s great. Thank you,” I reply as we all follow him out of his office and through the practically empty room that’s usually full of agents and their teams.
We head down several corridors, deeper into the bowels of the building, which makes sense because you wouldn’t want to give your prisoners an easy chance of escape if they do manage to get out of their cells.
Not that there’s a very good chance of them escaping, this place has some of the best security in the world, which is why the mole was such a surprise and such a massive threat as well.
Chapter Fourteen
Finally, after more walking than I honestly thought I’d be doing today, Mr R leads us through yet another five-inch thick, steel-reinforced door with a manual locking system, as well as a fingerprint and keycode system. I’m sure there is a more complex process to it as well, but it’s way out of my knowledge.
He stops between two doors that are made out of the same material as the security door that granted us access to this part of the compound. “The viewing room is on the left. I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if he needs medical attention after you’re done and, of course, if you find anything interesting. You should know that he’s being transferred to one of our secure prisons off-site as soon as you’re done with him. There’s no point keeping him here. So, if after today you need to talk to him again, you’re going to have to go through the proper channels to see him at the prison.”
“We will let you know, of course, and we understand. Hopefully, we will get everything that we need from this meeting with him.” I reply, and he nods before he turns around and walks back down the corridor.
It would seem to the outside observer that he has quite a blasé attitude and that considering the amount of security that we had to go through in order to get here, just leaving us to our own devices is very much a security risk. They’d be right if it weren’t for the fact that there are cameras everywhere, with microphones that can pick up the quietest of sounds. There are no blind spots down here, and I’m absolutely confident in saying that because Peter was asked to double-check.
“I know you two are especially good at this, but would you mind if I spoke with him first?” Atlas asks us, a glint in his eye.
“Absolutely, have at it,” Jynx agrees readily and then adds, “I haven’t finished my coffee anyway.”
“Plus, he might have some extreme feelings about seeing us again after the last time, and we want him to talk, not be scared out of his mind. So maybe it’s better that you talk to him anyway,” I add with a smile.
“Thanks, guys,” he grins, handing me his coffee, giving me a kiss on the cheek, and then walking through the door that leads to Mr Gauld’s room.
His entire demeanor changes as he places his thumb on the scanner to gain access to the room. His presence becomes darker, if that’s possible. He becomes more intimidating, harsh, and someone that I wouldn’t want to mess with.
“It’s always fascinated me how easily he can switch between friend and foe,” Jynx comments as we let ourselves into the other room and through the one-way glass into the small and sparsely furnished other room.
We clearly did a number on him because he’s propped up in bed with various casts and bandages adorning him. I mean, it makes sense. It wasn’t that long ago at all that I gave him every single injury that was given to the guys when they were taken and tortured.
Looking at him now, I think it’s a really good job that Atlas has gone in there and not Jynx or me. We really did a number on him.
Atlas
Iam reasonably confident that I can get this guy to talk. When we decided we’d be coming here to talk to him, I asked Trick if he could get his file emailed to me so that I could go over it. Most of it was redacted, which is to be expected, especially since I needed it at such short notice. I did manage to get a couple of interesting things out of it though, and I've been through the interrogation training, as we all have, but I also got training from my uncle and from my father too, both of which had vastly different techniques.
This means that I have quite a wide range of skills that I can call on in order to get him talking.
If he’s as difficult as Mr R said though, then I guess that we’re going to have to rotate through the three of us until we wear him down enough to get him talking. The only issue with that is I have a feeling that he’s not going to take seeing Ever and Jynx very well at all. Rage told us all about what they did to get him to talk, and we were all exceptionally proud, as well as wishing we’d been there ourselves.
Seeing the aftermath for myself now, as I look at Mr Gauld, I have to admit that the women scare me just a bit, and I’m incredibly glad that they’re on our side. I’m also pleased that I came in first because I think he’d be screaming in fear if it was one of them, and understandably so.
I stay silent as he glances at me. He visibly gulps, but his mouth stays closed as he looks resigned to his fate. I pull up a chair close enough to his bedside that I can see his facial expression well enough to pick up any micro expressions that could give his true intentions away, but far enough away that he can’t strike out and potentially hurt me.
Not that I think he’s in any condition to move faster than a snail.
Is it wrong that seeing the results of Ever’s brutality turns me on? Especially since it was in retaliation for what was done to our family, I don’t think I give a fuck if it is.
I stay silent, watching him closely, seeing how he reacts to me being in his space. He stays strong for a short amount of time, resolutely staring at the wall instead of staring at me, but the longer I stay silently staring at him, the more he starts to fidget as his eyes begin to dart in my direction every few seconds, waiting for me to say something. I don’t though. This method is making him twitchy and is putting him on edge, and that means that he’s more likely to make a mistake and tell us something that we need to know.
We sit there in silence for twenty minutes. I’ve perfected just staring silently at someone; I’ve found that you find out a lot about someone that way, and I’m pretty comfortable doing it.
