Captain Paterson
By the time I can pull my disparate men together and get us across town I discover the Doc has the situation in hand. She's got 6 ORMO down on the ground outside the facility and Dr. Krol begging her not to kill them too. I have my troops take over guard duty, let the pukes stand up, and get the story from Doc. She's still running on an adrenelin high so the details get related loudly.
Of the six prisoners three react with honest shock, two look worried and the last, well he doesn't react at all. Cold fish. Time for the shit to flow.
I give them my opinions on what happens to those who threaten my people. The stories of how we handled the marauders have made the rounds. The three little Indians are quick to implicate Sarge and his buds. Sarge and his good friend roll over on the cold fishy. The two have a nice roll of script between them to back up the story.
Where are the patrols?
Lt Adom and a jeepful of Warta show. They had a nice view of Doc and I from one of the castle OPs. We have a working relationship so I give him the rough draft of kidnapping and corruption. He's got a thing about law and order so that gets him firmly on my side when the ORMO foot patrol shows with Jana single-handedly pushing their reluctant asses along.
Jana sees things well in hand and starts appologizing for bringing the ORMO as Adom and their patrol leader start tearing strips from one another about jurisdiction. I take the time to reassure her she preformed brilliantly before heading the shit storm off. The ORMO puke shuts right down when I flash the roll I took from their comrades. A scary rep is good to have as I 'politely' wonder what took him sooooo long to respond to a city facility. I use it to my advantage, suggest he split his patrol, part to resume ops at the facility and the rest to escort the prisoners to their HQ, before I looked through his pockets as well. We keep the cold fish.
That man's been waiting for his own opportunity. Once he haul his ass into the hospital and take him up to the unused fourth floor he knows it isn't coming. I can see the emotion leaching back into his body. Leo has told me half the secret to a successful interrogation is getting the prisoner to want to talk. Sometimes that involves pain, sometimes you use a soft approach, and other times they collapse when you remove hope. Leo lays down the options in his native Russian, our new friend replies in the same.
He's GRU and knows exactly how this could go down. He talks. They're after Mr. Box. The Americans stole it. Marauders killed the Americans. More Americans killed the marauders. Ergo, we have the box. Doc was an excellent target of oportunity, ferquently isolated from the group and a non-combatant.
Doc's hot headed enough to take that as a personal slight. So I praise her quick action and the denigrate the GRU's stupidity. She's smiling again.
Adom wants to know why they didn't come after Warta personnel. After all it was a joint op a the end. He assures Adom that they know Warta doesn't have it, and no, he doesn't know the source that came from. Our good friend has a mole on the hill.
So, after giving us all the background he can, stretching out the interrogation with the hope of an intervention, we come to important questions. He wants to hold that back, but time hasn't brought him any help. Leo doesn't have to get physical at all, just lean a bit, on that nonresistant hope. Ten man group, well seven now, operating out of the Collegium Juridicum.
Adom is quick to let us know the Collegium is the worst kept secret
in Krakow. Black market medicine, drugs, booze, sex, gambling, blood
sports, or whatever can be had there. All you need is gold or crisp
script. Both Zygmund and Josefmaly know that it happens, but it is
viewed as a necessary safety valve for citizens and undesirables alike. I ask Adom if he believes that and
he answers, "Nits breed lice."
It is probably too late to catch them, but we're going to pay a visit anyway. Send a certain message if thye're still there and another if they're not. He'll run interference.
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