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

four nights ago?
“She was going to the training camp to pick up the rest of the operatives that were to make up the mission team.”
As soon as he said that statement, a tone sounded in the corner of the room from the control booth on the other side of the glass. The prisoner evidently thought it was an indication that his answer was a lie and started yelling that he was telling the truth. It was almost comical. DJ left the man sitting at the table with a cup of fresh coffee and a Quran and went into the control room.
“Arlington is on the speaker Lt” The sergeant said as he turned to DJ from his desk in front of the see thru glass into the interrogation room.
“Penny Buckley here DJ, you copy?
“Yes Penny. Go ahead”
“We have a live feed on your interrogation there and I don’t want to interfere with your tactics but why not turn this Tango over to one of the other staff? He sounds like he has diarrhea of the mouth and is going to be giving info faster than we can record. Move over to Raj Al Kayev and see where the group with the X437 is headed.” Suggested Penny.
“Roger. Good idea Penny.” DJ replied
DJ returned to the interrogation room and sat across from the prisoner who had given the name of Rasmeid Abdun from Islamabad.
“I’m going to leave you with these people for awhile Rasmeid. But before I leave, I want to know the names of the four recruits that Raj Al Kayev brought to your room the other day for communication indoctrination. You know who I mean. Don’t play games, just give me the names.”
“No one knows the family names of Muhadeen recruits. Only their operative names. They were Engineer, goat, Ali Baba and Actor “
“Ok, we will check that out. Guard, return Rasmeid to the holding area and see that he has a cell by himself away from the pigs and……o yeah. Make sure the Israeli colonel does not take him with the others. I want Rasmeid held here in Mazar I Sharif.”DJ was taking a chance that Rasmeid spoke English and overheard his orders to the guard. It may play well before the day was over.
Raj Al Kayev looked refreshed when he was led into the interrogation room. His beard and hair was trimmed and he had a pair of clean orange overalls on . They were clean except for the side of one leg that was wet and brown. Actually, it smelled also. His hand and leg restraints were still on and as he hobbled to sit at the interrogation table, DJ could not keep himself from obviously looking down at the pig shit on his leg and commenting;
“Jesus Raj, you need to find a place in that cell where the pigs won’t cuddle up to you while you are sleeping. You smell like hell.”
“Again Lt. you will pay for your thoughtless treatment of me and my brother Muhadeen when we have legal counsel.” Cursed the prisoner.
“Still thinking you are going to have that almighty representation that you think the financial spooks of al Queda will provide aren’t you? News to you Pal, unless you come up with a major attitude change and decide to cooperate with me, you are going to Israel where I’ll guarantee that you will not want to be that close to five pigs that belong to the Mossad. I was thinking last night as I slept on my cool bunk after reading a great novel by Ahmed Rashid, that you may not be that familiar with our porky friends in the other cell. Outside of the fact you have already learned by the looks of your leg there that when they shit, anything within three feet behind them is a target.
I want to show you what the Mossad does with pigs”. With that DJ ordered the guard to take Raj back to the area next to the pig cell. The soldiers had prepared the cell next to the pigs just as DJ had requested. In the far corner of the cell, they had placed a manikin from the Post Exchange against the corner and tied its arms behind onto the cell bars. The legs of the manikin were spread apart. Where the manikin’s manhood would be, the soldiers had attached a carrot and a large piece of celery. The carrot and celery were protruding straight up giving the manikin a humorous looking configuration.
DJ was standing next to Raj who was being detained by the cells edge by two guards. “Now, I have never actually seen this done but I think we have this about as close as we can approximate it” Said DJ
“Now, you may be aware Raj being as you have been the only neighbor these animals have had for the last few hours, they never stop eating. They devour anything that resembles food. Let me show you something about how these guys love corn on the cobb”. At that DJ motioned for the guards to throw into the pen where the pigs were several ears of feed corn. The pig immediately pounced on the corn squealing and fighting each other to get the last ear. The animal’s jaws were so strong that they could snap a good sized ear of corn into with a single chomp. When the corn was gone, DJ instructed the guards to now enter the cell where the manikin was and place corn around his manhood and pour corn syrup on top of all that. The prisoners in the adjoining cell that had been watching this entire proceeding with astonishment began yelling in Farsi, Pashtu and English. They could see what was about to happen. The guards opened the adjoining cell door to the cell where the manikin was and within seconds, the five pigs rushed into the cell and straight for the manikin in the corner. It was the first pig that took the majority of the simulated dick and balls from the manikin in one bite chomping and tearing at the corn as well as the carrot. The other pigs, not to be outdone by their heavier counterpart, began eating the manikin’s legs and upper torso that was covered with the corn syrup.
DJ looked over at Raj and the two guards holding him and simply said; “Hungry critters aren’t they? Now you get the idea of what is meant when they say someone eats like a pig Raj” Raj’s face was white. The other prisoners were still yelling and screaming. Probably about now, any of them would have spilled their entire life’s story complete with any Taliban secrets known just to get out of there.
DJ had Raj returned to the interrogation room where he knew the live feed to Arlington was back on.
“I’m going to give you this last chance to talk to me Raj or you are on that plane headed for Tel Aviv with colonel Nagel. Where is the X437 that Badra stole from the research laboratory and how much of it was there?
“I know nothing about any “X” weapon that you are talking aobut Lt. If you think that your demonstration in there with the pigs was supposed to frighten me, you are wrong. I am a Muhadeen and have the rights to counsel and protection from such torture you have shown me. I know that your legal system and your military laws will never condone torture.” The Palestine background and the lifestyle of the Taliban had hardened this person so well that nothing short of drugs was going to pry the information DJ needed from him. Time was running out. DJ tried one more attempt before he decided to make the move to the airport.
“OK Raj, you seem to have the U S Judicial system down pretty patt. You are right we don’t like to use torture but then you have to remember, sometimes in a combat zone, not everything reaches the media. There are a lot of happenings that go unrecorded shall we say? Now, on the other hand, I don’t ever remember hearing of any Israeli torture events. Mater of fact once a prisoner is turned over to them, we don’t hear much of anything of them after that”
DJ sat on the corner of the table and looked over at the prisoner squarely in his eyes. “Maybe its because you and I got off to a bad start, you know, the knife in my leg and all that, I think I’ll let someone else talk to you before we transport you. Hang tight Raj. Want some water? A coke perhaps? I’ll be right back. The bewildered Raj asked for some water and a Quran.
DJ left the interrogation area and asked Cowboy to take charge of the prisoners. He was to make sure they were in clean orange coveralls and hooded by the time he returned. He left instructions to have his personal gear loaded on the C130 as soon as it landed and to make provisions for the prisoners on the aircraft. He wanted Raj to be held in a separate area on the aircraft. They were not to take the prisoners to the tarmac and load them until DJ returned and gave the OK.
DJ left the interrogation area and drove to the base security office where he located the Gunny that had helped him the day preciously.
“Any idea where the Israeli squad is right now gunny?”
“They set up a small bivouac over on the far side of the base, Sir. They have a field phone if you need to contact them.”
“Here is what I want you to do Gunny. With your help, I think I’ll be able to get my group and the Massaud people out of your hair by nightfall.” DJ passed the instructions on to the gunny and then returned to the interrogation hut. Cowboy was waiting at the entrance.
“Gunny called and said that he was on his way here with what you wanted.”
“Cool. You know what to do when he gets here Sergeant. Anything else?
“The C-130 is inbound and will be parked over at the other end of the base where Delta Force maintains hanger space.
“Roger that. Tell the pilots to file for a mission to Kabul, refuel and be ready to go shortly. Get in touch with the flight engineer and loadmaster to make the seat configuration changes we need for transporting the prisoners.”
DJ had no sooner given the instructions than a base humvee pulled up in front of the Quonset hut. The Gunny got out of the passenger side and then opened the door behind him assisting the hooded individual out of the vehicle. The driver and two other soldiers stayed with the vehicle looking around to see if any eyes had seen them enter the area..
DJ motioned with his fingers to his lips to be quiet that he was present and pointed to the door to the interrogation area. DJ led the way and the group followed. As they entered the passageway to the interrogation room the temperature dropped to a comfortable 75 degrees
“I must compliment you Lt., you seem to have found a very comfortable area to set up your command on this base.” The Colonel said as they were walking down the passageway to the eating area. DJ smiled over at cowboy and then reached over and removed the black hood from his guest’s sweating head.
“Is that better colonel? Said DJ
“Yes, thank you. Now, if you could remove the hand restraints, I would be most comfortable.”
“Anyone shake him down before you brought him here? DJ asked in a general question.
“He is clean Sir. His hardware in is the humvee outside and will be returned