We Who Serve

Chapter Five

*TW torture*

"Price, no cameras," Grimes said as she hooked on her mask and lifted her hood. It was time to interrogate Jackson to get all the information he knees.

"Okay, but Ghost has to be in there with you." Price told her as they all stood around a wooden table covered with loose documents.

"Absolutely not," Grimes shook her head.

"It wasn't a request." Price told her before walking away. She sighed and looked at Ghost. He was staring straight into her soul again; it was like he believed that if he took his eyes off her, she would vanish again.

"Don't do anything, don't say anything. Just observe. " Grimes told him as she walked over to the door where Jackson was. She reached for a paper cup filled with water to take in with her. With the cup in hand, she opened the door and left Ghost to close it once he was in.

"Please no, no." Jackson sputtered out, "I don't know anything, please." Grimes placed the cup down on the small table to the right of the room and walked over to him. She backhanded him hard across the jaw. He let out a cry of both pain and fear.

"Don't speak unless I ask you a question," Grimes said emotionlessly. The room fell into a deafening silence as Ghost stood in a corner watching.

"Jackson Halford," Grimes spoke his name, causing him to cringe, "you have an extensive sheet. Drug smuggling, human trafficking, murder." Grimes said as she walked behind him.

"oh yeah," dropped close to his ear, frightening him. "Dealing with a terrorist."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Jackson cried his innocence. Grimes pulled a blade out from her belt and pressed it against his throat from behind. Blood trickled out from the new flesh wound.

"Next time you talk without me asking you a question, I will cut off your testicles and make you eat them." She hissed in his ears. Jackson had begun to sweat and panic. He nodded his head vigorously, showing he understood. She pushed her head forward and released him from the blade.

"You do not want to find out what happens when you lie to me, understood," Grimes asked, walking around to his front. "Why were you at that warehouse?"

"That's where the goods were left that I was asked to get across to the US," Jackson told her quickly.

"What goods?" Grimes asked him as he began debating if he should tell her.

"Might I remind you that anything I do cannot be a war crime. I the law above your law." Grimes hissed as she pushed her masked face right up to his, their eyes level and her hands on top of his wrists which were tied to the arms of the chair.

"Missile, American Missiles." Jackson cried as he tried to push his head away from Grimes. Grimes pushed back and stepped away to give him a little space. "When did you ship them out?"

"Two days ago, to Mexico."

"Where?" Grimes pushed further,

"Las Almas, the narcos are supposed to get them over the border."

"Who are you working for? What is his name?"

"It was General Ghorbrani until your men took him out with a missile."

"Who is it now?" Grimes interrogated.

"I don't know." Jackson cried with fear as Grimes threw her dagger, landing on his foot. He lets out a scream of agony as his body tenses up.

"I told you not to lie to me!" Grimes yelled at him, pissed off.

"He'll kill me if I tell you!" Jackson cried out.

"And ill do a lot worse if you don't!" Grimes yelled at him in a threatening voice.

"His second in command. Major Hassan." Jackson cried out as tears began to stream down his cheeks. "Please don't hurt me."

"If your name is ever brought up to our table again, even if it's a red light ticket. We will hunt you down." Grimes threatened him before reaching down and pulling her dagger from his foot. Jackson let out a painful scream once again.

"I promise." Jack cried as Grimes just nodded. She reached into her pocket and brought out a small pen-like device. She pressed a button, and the tip began to glow orange, showing off the symbol of the Creed

"No, no, no, no, no," Jackson said, looking at it. "That will get me killed."

"Even more reason for you to keep your head down then," Grimes told him as she placed a hand over his mouth with her right hand and pushed his head to the left to show his neck. She pressed the burning iron onto his flesh just behind and below his ear. It hissed on contact, and Jackson screamed death, but it was muffled due to Grimes's hand.

"No one will do business with you now," Grimes said as she pulled away from him and let him go while he continued to cry in pain. She walked over to the table and placed the hot iron into the cold water in the cup, and it hissed as it cooled down.

"Let's hope you never have to see me again," Grimes muttered to him as she pressed a button on her wrist brace and pointed it at Jackson. A small dart flew out and hit him on the neck, and after a few seconds, Jackson fell unconscious.

"Fucking hell, that was interesting to watch." Ghost said, amused as Grimes looked at him. "why the brand?"

"We found it was the most effective way of taking criminals out of action. No one will work with anyone branded by the creed." Grimes explained as she opened the door.

"We need to get to Las Almas now," Grimes told him as they exited the room. Price appeared with Gaz behind him.

"Gaz and I need to go to Amsterdam. Laswell believes she may have found something related to this mess." Price told them, "Grimes, you, Ghost and Soap need to head to Las Almas. We will catch up."

"Price, Gaz. Stay frosty." Grimes told him as they nodded and walked out of the room. Grimes turned to Ghost and soap.

"Suit up, boys, we got a terrorist to kill."