Interdiction - W.Addison Gast (great novels TXT) 📗

good purpose. As DJ stood alone in the alley, the specialist went around the house and got one of the smaller jeeps and returned for DJ. They left the scene unnoticed and headed for the base.
When the jeep arrived at the base gate and DJ showed his credentials, he asked for building 1245. The Maine looked at the specialist driver and then back to the Lieutenant and replied. I’m not sure about that sir, let me get my post supervisor.”
“1245 sir? “ The specialist that was driving DJ said. “I have been on this base for over two years and never heard of that one.”
“There is no building 1245. I told scorpion to use this as a code to where the prisoners are being held. They will escort us there.” Smiled DJ
“Good afternoon Sir. Master Sergeant Bob Nance. I’ll escort you to the location you are looking for. “ It was the same Master Sergeant that was on duty when DJ asked him to hold up the Israeli party the day before.
DJ asked his driver to ride with the escort vehicle and let the Master Sergeant drive so he could have a chat with him.
“Bravo Zulu to you and your guys on that charade yesterday Master Sergeant. It worked for the required delay. Thanks.
“It looks like you still haven’t shaken them. What’s up?
“I need your help on another tactical maneuver if we can call it that.” DJ described the scenario he wanted to do that afternoon to the Master Sergeant and they both smiled.
After several turns around and behind the warehouse area of the base the Master Sergeant came to a stop by what appeared to be a vacant Quonset hut. He instructed the driver to take both vehicles to the adjacent larger warehouse and park them inside behind the sliding door.
When the Master Sergeant and DJ entered the Quonset hut by the wooden front door, they were immediately met by two guards in full battle dress.
“I’ll check with you later sir. Let me know when you want to execute the plan we discussed. I’m going to call it Pinocchio. Give me about an hour to put it together and we will be ready. Its been a pleasure working with you in the cause of freedom Sir.” Smiled the Master Sergeant.
One of the guards walked with DJ down the screened hallway to the center of the Quonset hut where there was a large square pit covered with diamond plate. On the sides of the pit the edges were all marked with yellow and black caution tape. The guard pushed a button on the post beside the pit and a horn sounded and the diamond plate doors slid back and a large elevator rose to the floor surface and the door opened.
“Down about two floors sir and there will be someone to meet you there.” Said the guard.
The elevator door opened and there stood scorpion with three other enlisted men.
“I’m, impressed.” Said DJ to Scorpion.
“Cool isn’t it sir? This was used by the first CENTCOM headquarters team when we came to Afghan. Air-conditioned and self contained living. Actually, this is better than our barracks. It hasn’t been used since the second base commander here installed the fifteen holding cells and the video. Truthfully, I don’t think this base commander knows it is here.”
“What do we have for an interrogation room?” Asked DJ
“First class Sir. Sound, video recording, the usual table chairs and leather snake whips.”
“Not funny Sergeant. As a matter of fact I want each of these guys to have a medical exam and any treatment required as well as complete body photographs of each to show we haven’t carved our initials in their backs. I want complete audio and video of every minute we talk to them-understood? “
The sergeant acknowledged and left the area after telling DJ they had set up his secure satellite communications with Arlington and he could use it at any time.
After reviewing the photographs of Raj Al Kayev and his known background, DJ reviewed the other photographs of the prisoners. So far, he only had an I.D on Raj Al Kayev. But that was enough to get started on.
DJ had the first two captives brought into the interrogation room. They still had their darkened hoods over their heads.
“Remove the hoods and have them kneel on the floor in front of me. No chairs”
The two were brought into the room and made to kneel with their hands tied behind them.
DJ removed the hood from the first. It was not Raj Al Kayev
“Air conditioned rooms here are much better than your little sauna you had to work in are they not?”
No answer.
DJ looked at the man closely and did an analysis of perhaps what his thoughts were about.
Why don’t we start out by you telling me your name and where you are from?” DJ said to him in perfect Arabic
No answer.
I’m very much interested in your woman visitor that came to see you all last night. What is her name? DJ said again in Arabic.
“The pig has no information on our force. Do not give him any” Said the one that still had the hood on. It was in pashti. Probably this one was skateboard --the one that had been talking in the teen kids chat room.
DJ moved over behind the first captive and yelled in Pashti;”well, well, we have at least one person that will talk to me here and pulled off his hood.
“Just as I thought—it is none other than the loud-mouthed Skateboard, the one that likes to demoralize young women on the internet.” Again in Pashtu
The man suddenly became wide eyed at both hearing his internet name and that his captor spoke his language.
This one was not Raj Al Kayev either.
“That’s right shitheads; we know all about everything you have been up to in that little room. I just need to fill in the gaps with some names and we will send you on your way to a nice retired life in a place we call Abu Gharib. Maybe we will take you on to our beach facility at Gitmo bay Cuba. That is, if the Israeli don’t take you away from us in the process. If that happens, I’m not sure if anyone will even know your name or where you are buried.”
DJ looked at the first one that had not talked yet. At the mention of the word Israeli his eyes widened.
“You didn’t know that the bunch that stormed your room was Moussad? They say that being as you all were with your friend Raj Al Kayev, here who is on the top of the Moussad fugitive list; they can execute you all along with him. I’m the only thing keeping your sorry asses from being hauled to Tel Aviv right now!.
“He is not involved at all in our mission. He is only an instructor to the recruits we train. We are not a part of his doings – anyplace. Shouted the first captive that had not talked.
BINGO! We hit a nerve. Thought DJ.
“I don’t believe that for a moment you moron. If I don’t have something to talk to you about within the next five hours, we’ll consider your value is zero to us and give you all to that group Take them all back to their cells and .bring the others in. I want to see if we are wasting our time here.” Instructed DJ in Arabic as he had forgot that the guards were all American.
DJ instructed the guards to return the prisoners to their cells but not as before. They were to be in separate cells and not possible to communicate with each other.
DJ reviewed the photographs once again and then replaced them in the folder that held the profile of Raj Al Kayev.
When the door opened and the two hooded prisoners were brought into the room, DJ again, instructed them to kneel and look straight forward.
“This scene looks familiar to me I have seen something like this on recent TV. The only thing missing is the hooded assholes standing behind you guys with a sword reading from a piece of paper”. Everyone in the room knew to what and who DJ was referring. It had only been a month since the last tape of a beheading had shown on TV.”I think it’s possible that we take this opportunity to reciprocate but with a slight change. No tape, no confession to sign, no messy bullshit that involves the U S Attorney general or the Geneva Convention. We’ll make it simple; we ask a question, you answer. Sometimes we already know the answer so if you are lying, we will know right away. Am I getting through to you two? Just nod your head if you are willing to cooperate. Your buddy next to you here will not know if you nod your head because like you, he still has his hood on his head as well. Ok, one time is all you get. O-incidently, I almost forgot, we do have an option to just slitting your fucking throats, remember the guys that raided your little room under the house? Recognize any of them? That is the Israeli Mossad team from Tel Aviv and they are real anxious to talk to all of you. I don’t think that their plan for your future is in any way similar to what we have in mind if you cooperate with us. Here comes the big question and we are looking for that all important nod of your head ok? First we want to know the name of the woman that came to your place last night and then left with one of your brother mujahedeen in the Volkswagen Surprised? Of course we know about her. Like I told you both I know a lot of the answers to the questions I am going to ask. You just don’t know which ones. We have been watching and listening to all your escapades. For the last month going on in that stinking hole. Who is the Woman and are you willing to save your sorry ass by cooperating with us. Nod yes or no.”
Immediately the prisoner on the left nodded yes. It was like someone had jabbed him in the ass and told him here was his golden opportunity for salvation. The prisoner on the right just remained kneeling motionless. DJ moved over to the back of the two and ran his hand that was opened and stiff like DJ was bout to make a Karate chop with it, over the back of each prisoners neck as he said in Pastar; I have been speaking to you perhaps in the wrong language. Do you understand what I have instructed?
No response from either.
DJ stepped forward and simultaneously pulled the hoods off of the two captives kneeling before him. The room was not brightly lighted but both prisoners blinked and looked at each other.
“Abu-al-Khayr! Shouted the one on the right as soon as he saw who his companion was,
“Do not tell these pigs anything. Serve Allah by sealing your mouth. They will not kill you; it is against their infidel laws to do so.” Shouted the one on the right to the younger captive that had nodded that he would cooperate
Immediately DJ put the face with the photograph and yelled back at the captive on the right in English “Well thank you Raj, for the name of your companion here. That will save us all time when his turn comes to talk.” Surprised again Raj Al Kayev that we know who you are? You just don’t believe me when I say we have