International Security Section 9

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“It was at that moment I knew we had either fucked up or had been thrown under the bus. And we don’t fuck up.”

3/13/2029

6:38 PM Local time

Cairo, Egypt

Section 9 Safehouse

Inside a garage a man was tied to chair, had his pants around his ankles and was wearing a black bag over his head. On the other side of the room was Dan, Pat, and Hana, discussing among themselves about the target.

“His name is Audrey Kobin, he sells everything from knock off movies to multiped tanks and everything inbetween.” Hana said briefing the others while she continued to find more information on Audrey.

As she finished, Jacob entered the room and placed a grey tool bag on the table next to Audrey.

“Here ya go, everything you asked for is in there, also we got some killer shawarma from a little hole in wall a few streets overs, if you guys want any.” Jacob said

Audrey’s head popped up at the mention of shawarma, “Hey, can I get some shawarma?” he asked.

Pat went over and smacked his head slightly, Audrey visibly shrank from the hit.

“Anyway Hassan is also getting his shoulder stitched up, if you need anything we’ll be out there.” Jacob said as he left the room.

With roll of his neck Dan walked in front of Audrey and nodded at Pat who removed his black hood.

Audrey slammed his eyes shut at the lights in the room.

“Audrey, focus, now, you’re going to tell us who sold the Gynoids, who bought them, their destination, and what they were guarding.” Dan said staring right at Audrey.

“Fuck yeah I’ll tell ya what I know.” Audrey said.

Dan shook his head, and nodded at Pat who walked in front of Audrey and opened the tool bag and removed an old glass rectal thermometer, two rubber bands, and a framing hammer.

Dan looked at Audrey, “You’re supposed to tell me what the answers to what I asked not what you know.” Dan said as he snapped his fingers.

“W-what you doing!?” Audrey asked.

Pat kneeled in front of Audrey and picked up the rectal thermometer and began to violently shove the thermometer into his urethra. Audrey loudly screamed out in pain, Pat ignored him as she wrapped the rubber bands around his penis ensuring the thermometer would stay in place.

“Audrey, who sold the gynoids?” Dan asked.

Audrey was shaking, but still answered, “I don’t know, they came to me from Africa, and I put them on a ship heading for Argentina!” He answered hoping that they’d remove the thermometer.

“What was the name of the ship you put them on?” Dan asked.

“The Cadenza, it was the Cadenza.” he answered.

“What else was with them? Any modifications to the gynoids?” Dan asked.

“I don’t know, a large green container about as big frankenstein here.” Audrey said nodding towards Pat.

“What else Audrey? Who paid you?” Dan questioned further.

“Nothing else, I got it through my contacts, but they’re all dead by now if what was sent for me was tying off loose ends.”

“Who’s your contact? I want names Audrey.” Dan demanded.

“I told you what I knew now let me go!” Audrey shouted while he struggled against his binds.

Dan snapped his fingers again, with that Pat grabbed the framing hammer and slammed it down against Audrey’s penis, shattering the thermometer inside.

Audrey screamed in pain for a good thirty seconds.

“Talk already, god damn save yourself from some pain.” Dan said with a small hint of glee in his voice.

“Her name is Anna Grimsdottir, happy?” Audrey said with a very quiet and slightly higher voice.

Dan looked over at Hana who gave him a thumbs up. “Very happy Audrey, now then Pat feel free to have some fun with him those comments he made.” Dan said as he and Hana walked out of the room.

Pat looked at Audrey with chesire grin as the door shut all that could be heard was screams.

In the other room, Dan contacted Damien through cyber comms.

“Chief, we got the name of the ship that the gynoids traveled in, it’s the Cadenza. We also got a name for Audrey’s contact that gave him the info,an Anna Grimsdottir.” Dan said as he grabbed himself some shawarma.

“Okay I’ll get Edwin on the ship, also bad news that contact’s apparently dead, french authorities found her dead in her hotel room. Get back her by tomorrow morning.” Damien said as he ended the connection.

Dan shook his head at the news of one lead being a dead end already. “Alright we have to be back at HQ by tomorrow, so we’ll rest here while the Spirit refuels and leave before sunrise, sync.”

“Sync.” Everyone replied.