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| Topic Started: Mar 26 2013, 05:24 PM (595 Views) | |
| Whal | Apr 29 2013, 01:30 PM Post #26 |
"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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OOC: I do believe the man we captured revealed his name to us under Guz's interrogation (Armand Nassar). Unless your hinting he lied :P. IC: Hassassian watched as two GFID men strapped Hosni Al-Akbar into a flimsy metal chair. Al-Akbar's arms were pulled forward and strapped into two restraints which held them firmly in place on the table in front of him. Across the table, with his back to Hassasian, was Major Guz fiddling with his combat knife. "Do you remember what I told you in the hospital, Hosni?" He said slowly raising from his seat, "That If you weren't completely honest with me I'd introduce you to my friend here." Guz smiled as he slid the knife blade across the table in an audible manner. Hosni Al-Akbar was no longer as terrified of Major Guz as he had been previously, and his recent attempt at ending his own life proved that he was more disciplined than Nassar. Al-Akbar would take his secrets to the grave. "You want honesty?" Hosni taunted, "Honestly, I can assure you that what ever you do to me will be returned to you tenfold in this life or the next, Guz." Major Guz was amused. He motioned to his men to hold Hosni in place as he slowly placed the knife point under Hosni's finger nail. "Last chance my friend." he warned. Hosni shook, but managed to say, "Go to Hell!" defiantly. Guz took no time in pushing the knife point into Hosni's finger tip and brutally ripping the nail off. He screamed loudly, but divulged no info. "Your an engineer!" Guz yelled, "What work are you doing for the Arab Independence Movement!?" He screamed the question as he proceeded to tear the next nail off. "Who is your leader, and what does he think he'll accomplish with these assassinations!?" Guz removed the next nail, and still Hosni remained defiant. "WHO IS NEXT!?" Major Guz was furious and had torn all the nails off of Al-Akbar's right hand. He began to wonder why this man would not divulge the smallest amount of information to ease his suffering. Then, Hosni Al-Akbar muttered something, and Guz demanded he repeat it. "Your all next." Hosni threatened defiantly. Major Guz was whipped into a blood lust and began savagely beating Hosni over the head with his knife pommel. He beat Al-Akbar within an inch of his life before one of his men restrained him. Guz managed to break free, however, and drew his pistol, placing the barrel into Hosni's temple. He was just about to pull the trigger when his eyes met Hassassian's, and he resolved not to do it. "Take this piece of shit away." He said panting, "Lock him up and give him some time to mull his life over." --- In the room next to Al-Akbar and Major Guz, recently promoted 2nd Lieutenant Sadat was peacefully interrogating Armand Nassar. Nassar could hear the barbarity of what was occurring the room over and was enjoying the genial nature of how Sadat was treating him. "You have to understand that what AIM is doing is criminal." Sadat pleaded, "We don't want to hurt your people. I'm an Arab too, and I'm perfectly content with the way things are." Nassar looked away, seemingly remembering something in his not too distant past. "You know," he began, "They get you when your young, ambitious, or afraid. They tell you to hate the Semitistani's, the Whaladyans, the Turks, that they want to enslave you. That these governments want to kill your families and rape your mothers, daughters, and wives." Nassar began to weep. He composed himself and continued. "Its only after you do AIM's dirty work that you realize who truly wishes to enslave you. I now know who the true criminals are, Lieutenant." Sadat smiled, and buzzed Hassassian. "I think were getting somewhere here." |
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| Semitistan | Apr 29 2013, 07:49 PM Post #27 |
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OOC: OH I didn't realize that. I edited the post accordingly. :) IC: Hassassian had looked on, secretly amused at Guz and his frustrations with Hosni. But he was worried about what he said, the notion that they "are all next" is not a joke, especially when it comes from the Assassins. Hearing Sadat's calm composure after seeing the spectacle with Hosni and Guz made him realize that Sadat and Guz are like oil and water. They will never mix. Then again, Armand Nassar seemed to be a much softer target. "I think we're getting somewhere here" He went to the room with Sadat and Nassar, which seemed much calmer. Nodding at Sadat, he approached Nassar and outstretched a hand. "Marhaba" Nassar took it reluctantly, then said with a mix of caution and disgust. "You are S.S.4...Semitistani. How could you work for such a nation? A nation that tarnishes our great Arab culture and traditions with that of another. With that of the Jews?" Hassassian retorted almost dismissively. "And you seem to think blowing yourselves up and causing a civil war is worth all of that?" He wanted to say more. His interest in history and philosophy wanted to make him start arguing about what the word "people" "culture" and "tradition" truly means, but he did not have the time or the patience. "Nassar, what you need to understand here is that the people you travelled with were part of a serious crime, and I have been told you already acknowledge that" he gave a quick glance to Sadat, "now you do know what the means, don't you?" "What? That I must be tortured like the other one over there?" Nassar said, indicating with his head the room next door. "Hehe" Hassassian chuckled, "we only do that if you don't tell us what we want, and even then, I personally have a patience. Allahu ma' al sabiroon, God is with the patient, is he not? What I was referring to is that you may need to spend time in prison back in your home country. A trial will be awaiting you, and you will be properly represented. Tell me Nassar, is that how your man, Hassan Ibn-Al-Sabbah treats the people that he sees as criminals?" "What do you know about Ibn-Al-Sabbah?" Said Nassar in a hostile way. Hassassian knew that he was coming off as too soft and that might make Nassar a little braver. And so he chose his next words carefully. "So you wouldn't mind us dropping you off to one of his henchmen? You wouldn't mind us telling him that you spent time in interrogation?" Nassar turned white at the very idea. "That's what I thought. Now tell us what you know. A confession will make things much easier for you, Nassar, believe me." "Yes...yes. The person I was with, Amir Husami, he planned the operation. I was...er..." "SAY IT!" Hassassian smashed his fist on the table, a thunderous noise filling the small room and making Nassar jump. "I planted it...I planted that bomb on Lavon's car." A short silence as Hassassian took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "How do you think his children and wife felt, when they looked outside and saw nothing but a burnt corpse, dead in the seat of a car?" Nassar's lip quivered. "You planted that bomb and you pressed the button...didn't you?" Nassar broke down into tears, sobbing, saying, "it was for a better cause, believe me, a better cause." "LISTEN NASSAR!" Hassassian shouted again, "SEMITISTAN IS FOR ARABS AND JEWS, TOGETHER, YOU WANT THE CIVIL WAR TO HAPPEN AGAIN!? DO YOU!?" All Nassar could do was shake his head, which was lowered to hide the shame of shedding tears. Hassassian has had enough. He needed to collect his thoughts and think about next steps. So he said in a final verdict. "What ever happens, you will come with us, you will be tried and you will be punished. And if you dare to do anything like this again we will find out, I guarantee you. Oh and you will mysteriously disappear in the night, like the rest of them." And he walked out. |
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| Whal | Apr 29 2013, 08:54 PM Post #28 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Sadat proceeded to follow Hassassian out of the room when Nassar jumped out of his seat and quickly grabbed his arm. "Your a true Arab, Lieutenant." he said worried, "Surely, you understand this mixing of cultures to do be dangerous for our people. We're not like the Semitistani, you and I, we need to preserve our honor and bloodline. We have respect for you Whaladyans, surely we could be powerful allies." Sadat sighed and put his arm on Nassar's shoulder. "We are all God's children, Armand." Sadat said, "The sooner you realize that, the sooner I can help you." He let that notion sink in and left the room. On the desk in front of Nassar, Sadat left a confession. He strongly believed Nassar would sign it. Outside the room, Hassassian and Sadat stood in silence. Both knew they had found closure on Lavon's murder, but they had yet to learn any vital info of AIM's next targets. The silence was broken by Major Guz who entered the room, blood still covering his hands. "Well, the engineer is a resilient bastard." He said laughing, "Who's ready for another go at the boy?" "No need." Sadat answered, "He's already revealed his connections to Lavon's murder, and he appears willing to testify against the Movement." Major Guz seemed dissatisfied with the results. He turned to Hassassian as he replied. "That's great for Semitistan and Lavon's family, but what about the next victim? You'll forgive me If I need a little more assurance before I give that son-of-a-bitch a TRT lawyer." Hassassian spat and stared Guz down. Evidently, the Semitistani didn't take kindly to the Major's indifferent attitude. "Oh come off it." Guz ordered, "Even you can't honestly say your content with this limited information. Don't you want to know what their plan is for Salik?" Hassassian looked away, and Guz smiled. "Alright, its decided." He laughed heading toward Nassar's room, "I'll make it quick and clean, so to not get your panties in a knot." The Major walked in the room just as Armand Nassar had signed his confession statement. The Major's presence immediately made Nassar shake and he anticipated to be assaulted. The Major, although amused by Nassar's discomfort, merely took the statement and read it quietly to himself. The tension was killing Nassar. "I take it you have had enough of our hospitality?" Guz said smiling, "I assure you, we can end this as soon as you tell me what your intentions are in the Republic of Salik." Nassar said nothing, and the Major started again, "You know, when I was ripping your friends finger nails off-" Nasser interrupted immediately, "Last I heard they were setting up a cell in Jerusalem on the coast, somewhere near Gallilee...and hes not my friend. They most likely wish to recruit from the area and secure another zone from which to strike." Nassar starred at him in a way that made Guz believe the information. "Enjoy prison, Mr. Nassar." Major Guz said exiting the room. He walked up to Sadat and Hassassian and handed them the statement. "They're headed to Jerusalem. Search the Gallilee coast." he said as he poured himself a cup of hot coffee. |
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| Semitistan | May 11 2013, 05:11 PM Post #29 |
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With Nassar bound and blindfolded in the back, Hassassian drove South towards Semitistan. The Whaladyans will take care of Hosni and they have said they will share any information discovered with them, or so they said. Whatever happened, Hassassian was not in the mood for raising tensions, so he just went with the flow. The operation was sort of a success he thought, but he had to remind himself a lot of people lost their lives recently. And then, the incoming transmission from the radio came... "To S.S.4 unit Shabah, this is HQ, do you copy?" "Yes, Shabah reporting, over" "We have had another explosion in Ishal that narrowly missed Al-Rushdie, the foreign affairs minister; although to members of her security detail have been killed, over." "Shit", Hassassian muttered, it has been a long day and now more people have been killed. "Orders?" - he simply said. "Just report back to HQ. Isma'il Shehadeh is waiting for you and the VIP, but be prepared to be sent out almost immediately. Salik has been unresponsive, you may have to go in there." "Copy, HQ" he replied. |
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| Whal | Jul 21 2013, 11:58 AM Post #30 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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The constant humming emitting from the ceiling above was beginning to take its toll on Hosni Al-Akbar. How long had he been a captive? How many times had he been blinded, beaten, then nursed back to health only to repeat the process? He had grown to be accustomed to the feel of iron making hard contact with his joints; the singeing pain of sharp objects being thrust into his body. What bothered him the most was the anticipation of the blow. Suddenly the large metal door to his dark room opened; the light from the hallway permeated through the thick weaving of the bag over his head. Then without warning, he could feel the quick jerk of a hand removing the bag from his head. The face that greeted him was familiar, resented, and grinning. "How are we doing today, Hosni?" Major Guz asked in a mocking tone. "Is today, perhaps, the day you cooperate?" Hosni responded in the same way he had always - silence and indifference. Major Guz had grown accustom to the antics of his captive, but had still not given up on his almost daily interrogations. Truthfully, the Kurdish Taliban's offensive in Iraq had occupied the majority of the GFID's anti-terrorism operatives, but for almost a month, he had repeated the same routine of torturing Hosni for information and then allowing Sadat to nurse him back to health. Much to their dismay, neither Guz nor Sadat could pull information from the resolute captive. However, today Guz would try something new. "Ah, silence again?" the Major questioned. "I'm very busy today Hosni, so how about we try something new? No torture, just a simple request. Although, this request I'm sure you'll accept." "Try me." "Forget your trivial information. How about you work for us?" *chuckle* "Why would I ever agree to that?" "Oh, Id imagine it'd be in your best interest." "How so?" "Well, when you see this." Major Guz threw a ragged teddy bear on the table. Shortly after, he dropped a necklace. Hosni recognized them immediately. "What have you done with my family?" "Nothing, yet. Now about my offer?" "To be a mole? They'd never accept me back after a months captivity. You're insane." "You've told us nothing. Besides, your mandated time with us has expired. Its now or never. If you refuse us, you and your family will die of natural causes before your extraction." "It doesn't matter anyway. You can't just release me. I'm too high profile and they won't believe you just released me." "They will if you've escaped during the TRT's extraction." "You'll assist my escape? Kill TRT personnel?" "We will do what we have too. There are more lives at stake here. Including your family, Hosni. What will it be?" "..... You bastards. Do I have a choice?" "Is that a yes?" "I'll do it if my family is never harmed." "They won't be. As long as you cooperate." ------- Major Guz slide the document of collaboration in front of Hosni and left the room. In the hallway, Guz ran into Sadat. "What did he say?" Sadat asked. Major Guz smiled before answering. "He's with us. What choice does a man who's family is captive have?" Sadat looked down. The past month he had seen terrible things done in the name of the GFID, and he ever resented his promotion. The increasing feeling of dread over his part in torture and pain had made him a harder man, but his conscious was still alive and well. He would not end up like Major Guz. "We are damned." Sadat whispered. "Cheer up, we must do undesirable things in these inopportune times. In the end, they will all be worth it." Major Guz responded, continuing his stroll down the hallway. Sadat called out after him. "Are we informing the Semitistani?" The Major stopped for a brief moment before responding. "No. " Then he turned the corner. Later that night, Whaladyan news reals reported that a dangerious terrorist had escaped TRT captivity after killing three officers. His location unknown. Edited by Whal, Jul 21 2013, 11:59 AM.
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