Chapter 154

"Stand up, fucker, and hold your arm straight out to the side. We're going to ask you some questions", David said as he and Brie walked into the room where their prisoner was held captive. The man stood and held an arm out to the side. "Is your name Viktor Cherkov?" David asked.

"Yes." Brie pushed down on his arm. It stayed straight. Brie looked at David and nodded.

"Is your hometown Moscow, Russia?"

"No", he said sarcastically. The man was being cocky, David thought

Brie pushed on the man's arm again, and it dropped. "He's lying", she said to David.

David nodded and continued his questioning. "Are you a Sambo master?"

"Yes." Brie pushed down on his arm again and it was straight as an arrow. She nodded to David.

"Do you rival Fedor Emillieaneko for Grand Sambo Champion back in Mother Russia."

"Yes, and Fedor is just slightly better than I am." Brie push on his arm and it stayed straight. She nodded.

David said something in Yiddish. "Did you understand that?"

"Abso- fucking- lutely not", he said, then responded in a heavily Russian accented Yiddish. Brie pushed on his arm and laughed. "Would you two stop being retarded, please?"

David smiled. "Sorry, baby. I know we're trying to get some answers here, but I couldn't resist."

"Try harder, David, or else."

He cleared his throat and asked his next question. "Was you mission to locate high ranking members of the Agency to get you in touch with the Agency?"

"Yes." Brie pushed down on his arm and it stayed straight.

"Do you have an ex wife that tries to eat your pension?"

The man rolled his eyes. "YES", he groaned. Brie pushed down on his arm and it was straight.

"Are we supposed to put you in contact with someone from the Agency?"

"DUH!"

Brie pushed his arm down and it was stiff. "The only time he was lying was when he was being sarcastic. Unless his muscles are lying, which muscles don't lie, he is who he says he is."