anarch
02-23-2010, 07:01 AM
(This Story continues where it last left off)
And so Lewis Ford went to look for the agents. But before he could find them, they found him instead or more accurately A white van full of men dressed in black fatigues in the parking lot found him. They swiftly applied a black jack to the back of his head and zip tied his hands behind his back. As they put a black hood over his head and tossed him into the van Lewis wondered by the conk on the back of his head had not knocked him out cold instead of just hurting a whole hell of a lot.
This wasn't at all like the movies.
A voice outside the black hood began to question him.
"Mr Ford, I thought we had an understanding. What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened!?! You beat me over the head and kidnapped me!!!"
"Your not being kidnapped your only being detained."
"Well why did you have to hit me?"
"Don't be a smart ass Mr. Ford."
In his head throbbing state of mind Lewis Ford did not feel smart at in any sense of the word. All he could think about is how he must of done something to offend god since he was not blessed with unconsciousness before having to answer to the voice on the other side of his hood. The voice continued.
"We want you to tell us what happened Mr. Ford. Where did Samantha Kidwell take you?"
"She took me into the cleaning closet."
"What else?"
"She kissed me."
"Why did she take you into the cleaning closet Mr. Ford!"
Uh Oh! Lewis thought... He had not thought of any reason for this. Then again he had not thought he would be billy clubbed and abducted either. He needed to think fast.Instead all he could think of was Sam.
"Uh... To kiss me?"
Lewis's vision turned white for a moment and then back to black as he realized he had been hit upside the head again. He hoped he was unconscious.
"You were warned Mr. Ford, do not be a smart ass."
Nope he was still conscious.
"I'm not being a smart ass, I'm being beat up. What do you want me to say?"
"We want you to say what happened to you after Ms. Kidwell told you to follow her."
"SHE TOLD ME TO SUE MY BOSS FOR CONTRIBUTING TO AN UNSAFE WORK ENVIRONMENT!" Lewis blurted out. He could not believe he had thought of something so brilliant. Those bumps to the head may of knocked some sense into him.
"And what happened to the listening device we gave you?"
"Sam spilled something on me."
The voice ripped off his hood.
"Agent White!" Lewis exclaimed.The agent only responded with a cold glare. Lew looked around the van. He could see Agent Cunningham driving and Agent White in front of him. To his side was a couple of gentlemen in black. He noticed one had a black cylinder in his hand. "Hey , are you the guy that keeps on hitting me? Theirs no call for that you know."
As the man in black raised his hand Lewis flinched only to see he was scratching his back with that cylinder. The man in black chuckled. Lewis failed to see the humor.
Agent White kept the pressure on "Mr. Ford", Agent White got right in his face "do you honestly expect us to buy that line of bullshit?"
Lewis took a deep breath to ready himself for what he had to say. He immediately regretted it tasting the overpowering scent of old spice coming off of Agent White. "Agent White, I saw nothing and I do not want to help you anymore." Agent White cracked a smile "Mr. Ford, you do not appreciate the gravity of the situation your in. Your going to help us." The agent pulled out a syringe from inside his coat pocket. He popped of the orange cap and stuck Lewis in the but cheek. "Nighty nite Mr. Ford."
FINALLY! Lewis thought as he blissfully welcomed unconsciousness.
Lewis woke up in a brightly lit room sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair. He was cold. He groggily looked down and noticed he had no clothes. His arms hurt. He tried to get up and found his hands were tied behind him in the chair and the chair was bolted into the floor. Unconsciousness was not the gift he thought it was. At least the pain in is head had dulled somewhat. He waited. Their were no clocks, no windows, nothing to tell time by.
"MR.FORD!"
He had no idea how long he had been there when the metallic voice on a speaker scared the hell out of him.
"Ye-yes?"
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes"
"And you're ready to tell us what you withheld."
"Yes"
...............Silence.
"Go ahead Mr. Ford" the voice prompted.
"Go ahead with what?"
"Tell us what happened after Ms. Kidwell asked you to follow her."
"We went into the closet."
"Mr Ford, if you do not tell us what we want to know their will be consequences."
At the point he heard a click sound of a latch opening. The black hood was again placed over his head as his head was painfully pulled over the back of the chair. He felt water being poured onto the hood. His heart raced when he felt water splashing back onto his chest and his air became sparse. Fluid leaked into his mouth. He swallowed and forced himself to calm down. SO this was waterboarding. It wasn't so bad. Then the water kept coming. And coming. Never mind. This sucked. The hood was pulled off. The water kept coming. Lewis tried to open his eyes and was rewarded with water in the eyes.
The water stopped.
Lewis was soaked.
The voice came on over the speaker again.
"You are ready to tell us what you withheld."
Lewis could no longer think strait. Cold, soaked, naked, his attention was lacking.
"You're ready to tell us what you withheld." The voice repeated.
Discombobulated , Lewis answered "What?"
"You're ready to tell us what you withheld."
"SHE'S a COMPUTER SCIENTIST! I Saw Numbers! I Got a Lunch Date! What Else Do You Want From Me!?!?!" Lewis Cried.
"Where did you follow her too?" The voice asked.
"I TOLD YOU ALREADY THE CLOSET, THE CLOSET, THE FUCKING CLOSET!" Lewis sobbed
"Your ready to tell us what you withheld."
The repetitive questions started to piss him off.
"Are-are you deaf? Is your microphone broken? What the hell is going on here? No. Fuck it, you know what? Bring back the water boarder. COME ON I'M THIRSTY! DROWN MY ASS! WHATEVER! BUT STOP ASKING ME STUPID ASS QUESTIONS I ALREADY ANSWERED!...Dumb fuck"
He heard the click sound of a latch again and braced himself for the hood.
Instead he got a needle poke in the arm again.
"Nighty nite Mr. Ford"
"Not this routine again" Lewis muttered as he went under. Lewis was really starting to hate routines.
And so Lewis Ford went to look for the agents. But before he could find them, they found him instead or more accurately A white van full of men dressed in black fatigues in the parking lot found him. They swiftly applied a black jack to the back of his head and zip tied his hands behind his back. As they put a black hood over his head and tossed him into the van Lewis wondered by the conk on the back of his head had not knocked him out cold instead of just hurting a whole hell of a lot.
This wasn't at all like the movies.
A voice outside the black hood began to question him.
"Mr Ford, I thought we had an understanding. What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened!?! You beat me over the head and kidnapped me!!!"
"Your not being kidnapped your only being detained."
"Well why did you have to hit me?"
"Don't be a smart ass Mr. Ford."
In his head throbbing state of mind Lewis Ford did not feel smart at in any sense of the word. All he could think about is how he must of done something to offend god since he was not blessed with unconsciousness before having to answer to the voice on the other side of his hood. The voice continued.
"We want you to tell us what happened Mr. Ford. Where did Samantha Kidwell take you?"
"She took me into the cleaning closet."
"What else?"
"She kissed me."
"Why did she take you into the cleaning closet Mr. Ford!"
Uh Oh! Lewis thought... He had not thought of any reason for this. Then again he had not thought he would be billy clubbed and abducted either. He needed to think fast.Instead all he could think of was Sam.
"Uh... To kiss me?"
Lewis's vision turned white for a moment and then back to black as he realized he had been hit upside the head again. He hoped he was unconscious.
"You were warned Mr. Ford, do not be a smart ass."
Nope he was still conscious.
"I'm not being a smart ass, I'm being beat up. What do you want me to say?"
"We want you to say what happened to you after Ms. Kidwell told you to follow her."
"SHE TOLD ME TO SUE MY BOSS FOR CONTRIBUTING TO AN UNSAFE WORK ENVIRONMENT!" Lewis blurted out. He could not believe he had thought of something so brilliant. Those bumps to the head may of knocked some sense into him.
"And what happened to the listening device we gave you?"
"Sam spilled something on me."
The voice ripped off his hood.
"Agent White!" Lewis exclaimed.The agent only responded with a cold glare. Lew looked around the van. He could see Agent Cunningham driving and Agent White in front of him. To his side was a couple of gentlemen in black. He noticed one had a black cylinder in his hand. "Hey , are you the guy that keeps on hitting me? Theirs no call for that you know."
As the man in black raised his hand Lewis flinched only to see he was scratching his back with that cylinder. The man in black chuckled. Lewis failed to see the humor.
Agent White kept the pressure on "Mr. Ford", Agent White got right in his face "do you honestly expect us to buy that line of bullshit?"
Lewis took a deep breath to ready himself for what he had to say. He immediately regretted it tasting the overpowering scent of old spice coming off of Agent White. "Agent White, I saw nothing and I do not want to help you anymore." Agent White cracked a smile "Mr. Ford, you do not appreciate the gravity of the situation your in. Your going to help us." The agent pulled out a syringe from inside his coat pocket. He popped of the orange cap and stuck Lewis in the but cheek. "Nighty nite Mr. Ford."
FINALLY! Lewis thought as he blissfully welcomed unconsciousness.
Lewis woke up in a brightly lit room sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair. He was cold. He groggily looked down and noticed he had no clothes. His arms hurt. He tried to get up and found his hands were tied behind him in the chair and the chair was bolted into the floor. Unconsciousness was not the gift he thought it was. At least the pain in is head had dulled somewhat. He waited. Their were no clocks, no windows, nothing to tell time by.
"MR.FORD!"
He had no idea how long he had been there when the metallic voice on a speaker scared the hell out of him.
"Ye-yes?"
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes"
"And you're ready to tell us what you withheld."
"Yes"
...............Silence.
"Go ahead Mr. Ford" the voice prompted.
"Go ahead with what?"
"Tell us what happened after Ms. Kidwell asked you to follow her."
"We went into the closet."
"Mr Ford, if you do not tell us what we want to know their will be consequences."
At the point he heard a click sound of a latch opening. The black hood was again placed over his head as his head was painfully pulled over the back of the chair. He felt water being poured onto the hood. His heart raced when he felt water splashing back onto his chest and his air became sparse. Fluid leaked into his mouth. He swallowed and forced himself to calm down. SO this was waterboarding. It wasn't so bad. Then the water kept coming. And coming. Never mind. This sucked. The hood was pulled off. The water kept coming. Lewis tried to open his eyes and was rewarded with water in the eyes.
The water stopped.
Lewis was soaked.
The voice came on over the speaker again.
"You are ready to tell us what you withheld."
Lewis could no longer think strait. Cold, soaked, naked, his attention was lacking.
"You're ready to tell us what you withheld." The voice repeated.
Discombobulated , Lewis answered "What?"
"You're ready to tell us what you withheld."
"SHE'S a COMPUTER SCIENTIST! I Saw Numbers! I Got a Lunch Date! What Else Do You Want From Me!?!?!" Lewis Cried.
"Where did you follow her too?" The voice asked.
"I TOLD YOU ALREADY THE CLOSET, THE CLOSET, THE FUCKING CLOSET!" Lewis sobbed
"Your ready to tell us what you withheld."
The repetitive questions started to piss him off.
"Are-are you deaf? Is your microphone broken? What the hell is going on here? No. Fuck it, you know what? Bring back the water boarder. COME ON I'M THIRSTY! DROWN MY ASS! WHATEVER! BUT STOP ASKING ME STUPID ASS QUESTIONS I ALREADY ANSWERED!...Dumb fuck"
He heard the click sound of a latch again and braced himself for the hood.
Instead he got a needle poke in the arm again.
"Nighty nite Mr. Ford"
"Not this routine again" Lewis muttered as he went under. Lewis was really starting to hate routines.