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Authors: Craig Hurren
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with glasses was the sole occupant. The Russian tried to back away, but Jake grabbed his right wrist with his right hand, pulling it up and over his own head, concurrently snaking his left arm under the right armpit, over the shoulder, and past his target’s throat. Jake hooked his short baton around the man’s neck, and pulled hard on his right wrist while forcing the man’s head backward, exposing the ribcage. The highly skilled martial artist released his grip on the wrist in order to plunge his stiffened fingers almost three inches into the Russian’s belly until he gripped under the leading edge of his ribcage. The extreme torque created by the twisting upward pressure on the neck and torturous pulling on the ribcage must have caused the most frightening pain and dread Jake’s captive had ever experienced.
Mike Lee had shown him a picture of his quarry, so Jake knew this had to be Grigori, the local crew boss. “Okay, Grigori,” Jake growled, “tell me where Sergey Ugolev is, and the pain will stop.”
The man gasped for breath but didn’t answer.
“This is not going to stop until I know where he is.”
Despite what Jake knew to be agony beyond description, Sergey Ugolev’s Pattaya underboss held his tongue. He was by no means small or incapable, but Jake’s skill, power, and determination were indomitable. He ratcheted up the pressure. Grigori thought he would soon pass out from the searing pain and lack of breath, but Jake knew exactly how to maintain his torment. The reduction in blood flow to his retinas brought stars fluttering before his eyes, while the piercing burn from his solar plexus, and ache from his ribs felt as though hell itself welled in his abdomen. Still, the gangster’s resolve would not allow him to give up his boss. He knew full well that if he told Jake what he wanted to know, his life would be forfeit. Russian crime syndicates demand absolute loyalty – if he weakened, a gruesome death would always be waiting for him around the next corner.
“He would kill me.”
“What the hell do you think I’m going to do if you don’t tell me?” Jake relaxed his hold just enough to allow Grigori to speak.
“If you kill me, you won’t find him.”
“He’s right, mate.” Dozer’s voice cut across the room. “I reckon it’s time for Priest to do his thing. It’s time for confessional.”
“Confessional – what the hell are you talking about? I’m not letting this piece of shit go until he tells me what I need to know.”
Priest stepped forward. “Dozer’s right Jakey. This bloke’s got nothing to lose. He’ll never rat on his boss, and if you keep going like that, he’ll pass out or die soon enough. Best you let me have a go, mate.”
Jake was incredulous. “So now the SAS knows more about interrogation and torture techniques than Delta and the CIA?”
“No, mate – very little actually. All the same, I reckon you need to let me take a run at him.”
Dozer looked Jake squarely in the eye. “I know what this means to you, mate. But trust me, this is Priest’s wheelhouse.”
The big man pushed a chair toward Jake. “Sit him down here, mate.”
Jake maintained his hold.
“Go on, Jakey – you can trust me.” Priest added.
Reluctantly the Surgeon began to release his right hand. Changing grips, he dug his left hand under the gangster’s collarbone to control his movement into the chair. Dozer took a pair of handcuffs from one of the Thai cops and shackled the Russian’s hands behind his back, then reached up to give him a light smack on the cheek. “Don’t try anything stupid, little Ivan. Me brother knows exactly what to do with silly buggers.”
“He’s not going anywhere. Are you, Ivan?” Priest said, before gesturing toward the door.
“Come on folks, Priest is a solo act.” Dozer ushered them toward the door.
Jake’s hackles went up. “Seriously? You want me to leave the room? No offense, but I need this information - and I intend to get
Mike Lee had shown him a picture of his quarry, so Jake knew this had to be Grigori, the local crew boss. “Okay, Grigori,” Jake growled, “tell me where Sergey Ugolev is, and the pain will stop.”
The man gasped for breath but didn’t answer.
“This is not going to stop until I know where he is.”
Despite what Jake knew to be agony beyond description, Sergey Ugolev’s Pattaya underboss held his tongue. He was by no means small or incapable, but Jake’s skill, power, and determination were indomitable. He ratcheted up the pressure. Grigori thought he would soon pass out from the searing pain and lack of breath, but Jake knew exactly how to maintain his torment. The reduction in blood flow to his retinas brought stars fluttering before his eyes, while the piercing burn from his solar plexus, and ache from his ribs felt as though hell itself welled in his abdomen. Still, the gangster’s resolve would not allow him to give up his boss. He knew full well that if he told Jake what he wanted to know, his life would be forfeit. Russian crime syndicates demand absolute loyalty – if he weakened, a gruesome death would always be waiting for him around the next corner.
“He would kill me.”
“What the hell do you think I’m going to do if you don’t tell me?” Jake relaxed his hold just enough to allow Grigori to speak.
“If you kill me, you won’t find him.”
“He’s right, mate.” Dozer’s voice cut across the room. “I reckon it’s time for Priest to do his thing. It’s time for confessional.”
“Confessional – what the hell are you talking about? I’m not letting this piece of shit go until he tells me what I need to know.”
Priest stepped forward. “Dozer’s right Jakey. This bloke’s got nothing to lose. He’ll never rat on his boss, and if you keep going like that, he’ll pass out or die soon enough. Best you let me have a go, mate.”
Jake was incredulous. “So now the SAS knows more about interrogation and torture techniques than Delta and the CIA?”
“No, mate – very little actually. All the same, I reckon you need to let me take a run at him.”
Dozer looked Jake squarely in the eye. “I know what this means to you, mate. But trust me, this is Priest’s wheelhouse.”
The big man pushed a chair toward Jake. “Sit him down here, mate.”
Jake maintained his hold.
“Go on, Jakey – you can trust me.” Priest added.
Reluctantly the Surgeon began to release his right hand. Changing grips, he dug his left hand under the gangster’s collarbone to control his movement into the chair. Dozer took a pair of handcuffs from one of the Thai cops and shackled the Russian’s hands behind his back, then reached up to give him a light smack on the cheek. “Don’t try anything stupid, little Ivan. Me brother knows exactly what to do with silly buggers.”
“He’s not going anywhere. Are you, Ivan?” Priest said, before gesturing toward the door.
“Come on folks, Priest is a solo act.” Dozer ushered them toward the door.
Jake’s hackles went up. “Seriously? You want me to leave the room? No offense, but I need this information - and I intend to get