10am. New Orleans. Parking lot of the Superdome.
"Where is it John."
"Where is what asshole." This game would not go on much longer. I was losing blood quickly. What was the point of giving up our position if I was gone soon anyway. But did the guy really have to be such a cock. This may have been the third or fourth time I was tortured, but these guys were fucking things up royally. If they killed me soon there was no gain.
"John, I am only gong to ask one more time. And if you feel the need to withhold your son's position, we will find him anyway." He twirled a scalpel in his left hand. In his right was a GLOC 50 caliber. I was well trained to deal with both, but this guy might get me anyway.
"I have no knowledge of my son's position. He could be anywhere in the world at this point. You guys seem to have so much power, but you cannot find one little 16 year old kid? Who works for you, burger servers?" I laughed, and puked up blood at the same time. Yeah, I was fading but whatever. I was doing my job, and this dildo was not going to crack me.
"John, I have grown tired of you. We spend all these months tracking you. Countless time and resources. All to find you in this pit of a city. Working for the US govt of all criminals. The guys you trust to keep your little crusade going. Now you are going to die for a cause that no longer exists."
"Fuck of asshole. I do not care what you think." I sprung up from my chair and lunged at my captor, undoing my handcuffs as I slid closer to him.
Bang.
I guess Josh is on his own.
"Where is it John."
"Where is what asshole." This game would not go on much longer. I was losing blood quickly. What was the point of giving up our position if I was gone soon anyway. But did the guy really have to be such a cock. This may have been the third or fourth time I was tortured, but these guys were fucking things up royally. If they killed me soon there was no gain.
"John, I am only gong to ask one more time. And if you feel the need to withhold your son's position, we will find him anyway." He twirled a scalpel in his left hand. In his right was a GLOC 50 caliber. I was well trained to deal with both, but this guy might get me anyway.
"I have no knowledge of my son's position. He could be anywhere in the world at this point. You guys seem to have so much power, but you cannot find one little 16 year old kid? Who works for you, burger servers?" I laughed, and puked up blood at the same time. Yeah, I was fading but whatever. I was doing my job, and this dildo was not going to crack me.
"John, I have grown tired of you. We spend all these months tracking you. Countless time and resources. All to find you in this pit of a city. Working for the US govt of all criminals. The guys you trust to keep your little crusade going. Now you are going to die for a cause that no longer exists."
"Fuck of asshole. I do not care what you think." I sprung up from my chair and lunged at my captor, undoing my handcuffs as I slid closer to him.
Bang.
I guess Josh is on his own.