Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“What?” He practically spat the word at me.
“You are a member of that terrorist group, the PAWs. Isn’t that right?” The other four looked at me like I was growing an extra head, but at the same time, Gerald looked a little more toward my eyes.
“Yeah, so what? They were all arrested. There were hardly any of us left.” He confirmed what I suspected.
“And after the PAWs, did you join the DOE?”
“Fuck you!” He spat at me, this time with actual phlegm. I didn’t let it get close to me before I flung it away with magic.
“I take that as a yes. So, is this Colonel that you mentioned earlier the leader of the DOE?”
“Go to hell!” He spat once more, but without the loogie that had been in the last one. Thankfully.
“Another yes.” I nodded. “You are being so helpful, Gerald.” He flinched once more. He hated me using his name, that was easy to see. “You see Gerald, we want to talk to your Colonel. We want to know why he is attacking all of these places.”
“WHY!?” He screamed at me. “BECAUSE YOU MONSTERS ALL DESERVE TO DIE!” He was trying to stand, but he was cuffed to the chair and that didn’t allow him to stand up.
“We are not monsters, Gerald. We are just people.”
“LIES!” He bellowed and attempted to cover his ears.
“Gerald?” Joaquin called out to him. “Were there only forty-five bombs? Or were there fifty? Are there still some that are hidden somewhere?”
“Oh, you will never find them all.” Gerald grinned as he taunted Joaquin.
“He’s lying.” Vincent said matter-of-factly.
“I AM NOT! I HAD FIFTY BOMBS!”
“Another lie. There are only those forty-five, I am sure of it.” Vincent sounded relieved.
“Do not call me a liar.” The man said. “I will put you all in your place when the other bombs explode tonight. They are on timers.”
“Lie.” Vincent said. “You cannot get anything past me. I can see when you are lying.” The look that fell onto Gerald’s face at that was one of pure fear.
“Impossible.”
“Quite possible. I was blessed by the Gods and granted certain abilities. You cannot lie to me. Now, I suggest you tell the truth, Gerald Ramie. We do not have all night.”
“I REFUSE TO SPEAK TO ANY OF YOU ANYMORE!” Gerald screamed and shut his mouth.
“You need to talk to us, Gerald. How else are we going to know why you did what you did? You don’t want to know what the news will say about you if you don’t talk. If you don’t give your side of the story, then you will be dragged through the mud so much. I am sure that not even you want that to happen.” The man just looked at me, tight lipped. He was refusing to speak to me.
I wasn’t going to give up though. I knew that, one way or another, this man would talk to us. If we had to bring Juniper in here to make him talk or not, he was going to speak to us. He was going to tell us what he knew. And, hopefully, that information would lead us to the people that he was working with. There had to be someone, even if he was acting alone today, he hadn’t gotten all those materials on his own. He had help somewhere, from someone.
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Riviana
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I spent another thirty minutes talking to the man that was sitting in the holding room. I asked him repeatedly about the people that had helped him with these bombs. Where had he got the materials to make them? Why was he targeting the school? Who was he working with? Where their headquarters were? And so many more.
I asked him all of these questions multiple times, but he still refused to speak. He was tight lipped and kept silent. That isn’t to say that he was just brave enough to not speak. He was scared, that was easy to tell. And the more that we revealed that we knew about him, the more scared that he seemed to become.
It just didn’t matter though. Even with all that I had been able to deduce about him already, he still wasn’t speaking. I knew that I needed a break though. I needed to get out of that room. I needed a breather before I went back to talking to that man.
Even though I left the holding room, I didn’t go far. I went to the observation room that was just on the other side of the wall. There was, of course, a two way mirror that connected the room. I would be able to see into the holding room still, but Gerald Ramie wouldn’t be able to see me. I liked it that way. I wanted to make sure that I kept my eyes on him, even if I wasn’t the one that was interviewing him at the moment.
Joaquin didn’t leave with me. And neither did Vincent. Rawlynne did, though. She also needed a break from that stalwart ass clown of a man. He was just so frustrating to deal with that neither of us wanted to be around him any longer.
As we watched from the observation room, I saw Joaquin begin to talk to the suspect while Vincent and Devon watched on from the back wall. In all honesty, Vincent and Devon, being on the same wall as the mirror, almost felt like they were right next to Rawlynne and myself.
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What was strange though, was the tone that Joaquin took when he started to speak to that suspect. It was almost as if he was giving the man a chance to show that he was right. He sounded almost understanding, if that made any sense at all. What was he doing? What was happening?
And what was even stranger, was that it seemed to be working. The man was almost instantly less guarded as he heard Joaquin’s voice.
“I am sorry about that, you’re probably a little overwhelmed right now.” He was sounding almost as if he was sorry about me and my interrogation tactics, yet I had seen him go harder at a suspect before. He was not usually known as a gentile when it came to interrogations.
“That woman is really your wife?” The man spoke in a soft and barely there voice. It was as if he knew that I was listening in on him and Joaquin, and he didn’t want to let me hear him.
“Yes, that is my Riviana. She can be a bit brash at times.”