landing, the entire squad had been seized at
gunpoint by an entire platoon of troops. They had been separated and he assumed
they were all being similarly interrogated.
He had been stripped, drugged, and interrogated
intensively. First had been the shock treatment and then isolation in a small
room heated or chilled to the extreme for varying times. Strobe lights flashed
at random intervals and loud music blasted in randomly as well. All the classic
techniques used for years by government intelligence agencies. The
interrogators had wanted to know why he had failed on the station and who he
was working for. They had asked over and over. He had no idea what was
happening to the others, but he assumed they were getting the same treatment.
He couldn’t tell them anything because he was loyal and
had not betrayed the U.S.T.G. in any way. That damn Derek Storm had continued
to foil him at every turn. It was like the man was Superman or something. Tom
wasn’t even mad at the interrogators because they were doing exactly what he
would have done in their place. He had failed the mission and deserved what was
happening. His only hope, which he clung to desperately, was that he would be
given one more chance to get revenge on Storm.
They had moved to the waterboarding after softening him
up first. Finally when he thought he couldn’t take any more and he started to
hyperventilate, they removed the cloth. Tom struggled to adjust to the sudden
light in the room. As he blinked rapidly, he heard the interrogators leave the
room. Someone else entered as they left and began releasing his restraints.
When his eyesight adjusted, Tom could see it was General Ross.
“I’m sorry sir.” Tom mumbled the first thing that came to
mind.
“Me too son.” The general replied. “I’m sorry this was
necessary, but we had to be sure.”
“I know. I would have done the same thing.” Tom agreed.
“Now that we are sure of your loyalty, we have a few
things to discuss.” General Ross informed him.
“I’ve always been loyal sir.” Tom stated strongly.
“I know Captain, but others had to be assured. Our
failure to get the device created great anxiety amongst the Party leadership.”
The general replied wryly.
“What about my squad?”
“They are fine; we cleared all of them also.” The general
informed him. “You can rejoin them once you and I talk.”
“Do you have another mission for me, sir?” Tom asked
anxiously.
“It’s a little more complicated than that. Come to the
briefing room and I will explain.” General Ross said as he handed a clean
uniform to his subordinate.
Freed from the restraints, Tom grabbed the uniform and
quickly got dressed. He followed the general to briefing room. He was still
unsteady from the interrogation but he held no ill will for the treatment. All
that mattered was that it appeared the general was going to provide him another
chance. Tom could prove his loyalty and get back in Command’s good graces.
The briefing room they entered was small and Spartan.
There was no one else in the room except himself and General Ross. The general
gestured that he should sit at the small table in the center of the room. A
large TV monitor took up the far wall. The general joined him at the table and
picked up the remote. He clicked on the TV and then addressed Tom.
“Your mission was both a failure and a success.” General
Ross began, to Tom’s surprise.
“A success?” He asked in confusion.
“You may not have gotten the device, but it was
activated. The satellites magically came back online just before you exited the
station. We have full control of our satellites and we now have strategic and
tactical superiority in North America.” General Ross continued as he pointed
the remote at the TV.
A map of the North America appeared on the map with color
shading indicating the various factions’ zones of
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