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End of Chapter 9 in AN UNLIKELY HERO

The old man took a beating pretty good, Essid had to
admit.  He even spit on one of the
interrogators, Jamaal, at one point.  It
wasn’t until Essid opened his laptop and sat it in front of Jericho Crawley,
that he saw pain and fear in his eyes.
            “Yes, Mr.
Crawley, take a good look.  It’s a live
feed.”  Essid waited patiently.  Jericho’s half closed eye tried to focus on
the screen.  “What do you see?”
batted his eyes for clarity.  “No!” he
            Essid smiled
as he bent down and looked at the figures moving on the screen.  “So you recognize them.  Good. 
I believe that one is Sean Patrick, and oh look!  There’s Heather hugging her daddy’s
neck.  I wonder where Daniel could
be.  Let’s scan a bit out,” Essid said
kindly as he touched a button.  “There he
is!  And with a fetching park ranger, I
see.” Essid straightened and folded his arms across his chest.  “Honey is not as sweet as her name, I’m
afraid.” The screen was pulled away by another captor.  “Now, I need to know where you created the
super vault that stores the isotopes. 
It’s not on the schematics.  I
want those isotopes before I level the lab. 
So be a good boy and tell me.”  He
grabbed the computer again and turned it around carefully.  The sound of children laughing as they played
flashlight tag reduced Jericho Crawley to tears.
            “Don’t hurt
them.  Please.”
            “I have no
wish to harm children, Mr. Crawley.  Just
give me the information and I’ll make sure they continue with their vacation.”
            The old man
had nodded in surrender.  It took him
only minutes to fill in the missing pieces of information Essid needed to
complete his work.  Afterwards, Crawley
was given food and water before tying him to his cot.
            “What now?”
Jamaal ask timidly as he handed Essid a cup of hot tea.  The interrogation the night before had
frightened him. He had blundered the bomb and gotten men killed. Jamaal now
walked a thin line of life and death.
            Essid turned
his now brown eyes on the failure before him. 
To make matters worse Jamaal managed to end up in Captain Chase Hunter’s
possession. If the captain had wanted Jamaal to remain captured there would not
have been a successful escape. Experience taught him the captain could be
devious. The contempt brewing inside him remained hidden behind a veil of
calm.  “You have made quite a mess in the
last twenty four hours, Jamaal.  What
have you to say for yourself?”
rubbed his hands together nervously.  “It
wasn’t my fault, Essid!  I…”
impatiently held up his hand in protest. 
“Stop,” he whispered.  After
picking up Jamaal the day before, it was assumed that he’d been bugged.  Taken to a carwash, Jamaal was forced to
strip naked and lie on the hood of their rental while he suffered the beating
of twenty jets of hot water.  Essid was
well aware of skin absorbing trackers. 
Although bruised and burned by the jets of hot water, Jamaal survived to
face a much more frightening fate: Essid.
            “I have a
little job for you.”
Essid,” Jamaal said a little too quickly. 
“How can I make this right?”
            “Help Honey when
she kills the Scott family.”

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