Interrogation
Written by: BandE
The man in the white suit slumped in the chair, his wrist handcuffed to it. His clothes looked slept in and his white hair and goatee were disheveled. Glasses were askew on his face, one of the lenses cracked, the other missing. He clearly had been having a rough time of it.
“Well Colonel, you have resisted all our efforts up to now. We want that information and will go to any lengths to get it.” The interrogator spoke English with an accent . His country, many thousands of miles from the U.S. was one of several that participated in the Bush/Cheney era of extraordinary rendition , or as some have called it, outsourced torture.
Picking up the syringe and filling it with fluid fom the ampoule beside it, he injected his prisoner. “You will be unable to resist our questioning now, no matter how tough you Kentucky guys think you are. For the last time, answer the question,and we will release you. What are the secret spices in your fried chicken recipe?”
