Chapter 152

"THIS is ten kinds of BULL SHIT!" David yelled. Brie walked back to see what was happening.

When she got to the room, he eyes grew wide. "Oh, hell to the no." The prisoner that they had captured was laying in the floor asleep. The room they were using to keep him prisoner was trashed. Brie walked over to the man and kicked him in the face. "Wake up you fucking monkey!" she said as her foot connected with his face.

He opened his eyes and automatically grabbed his nose. "You crazy bitch!" he said.

"You better believe it, buddy. Now, who the hell do you think you are wrecking this room the way you did?"

"I was trying to find a way out. Duh."

David laughed. "Do you really think we're stupid enough to put you in a room where you can escape? You must take us for idiots."

"I do think you're all idiots. You're Resistance scum. You all disgust me", he said and reset his broken nose.

"Yeah, well this group of Resistance scum is being a hell of a lot nicer to you than your jack asses are to your prisoners, dickwad", Brie spat at him.

"I have a name, you know."

"No, we didn't", David said. "You said you'd never talk and that your unit was on the way to retrieve you and kill us all. So far, we're not dead and you're not free. Care to start talking now? Or my wife can just tap that triceps of yours again and call it good."

"My name is Viktor. I'm a Russian operative sent here to assist the Resistance."

Brie looked down at him. "Are you serious? You just called us Resistance scum."

"I'm dead serious, Mrs. Draiman. Yes, I know who you are."

David whispered to Brie. "Why don't you do that muscle testing thing on him?"

She shrugged. "Ok. Get Dan, Mike and John in here JUST in case we need to restrain him."

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John did a little research on their good buddy's alias. Turns out there was a Viktor that was supposed to find a high ranking group in the Agency, and no one really ranked higher than the Disturbed One's household. "Our guy is a Sambo grand master and rivals Fedor Emillieaneko for the Russian Grand Champion of Sambo. The guy is straight as a board. He's been married twice, divorced once. Second wife died of cancer last year. Has two sons and three daughters. He was a Russian Spetnaz for thirteen years. He's fluent in English, Russian, German, Yiddish, and French."

David laughed. "Yiddish, huh? Nice. I'm fluent in Yiddish too. Grew up speaking it." He looked at Brie.

"Same here, at least when I was around my grandparents. My mom really didn't use Yiddish too much at home."

"Do you think we have enough to interrogate him with, Johnny?" Brie asked.

"Should, sis, but if you need more let me know."