It was now obvious that Zaheed and Steve had history and he's trying not to talk about it so I pressured him until he spilled the whole beans... "Are you going to tell me what transpired between you and that low life scumbag or not"? I asked Steve...
"There's nothing to tell sergeant" Steve replied, trying so hard not to look me in the eye...
"Start talking boss" I pressured. I was determined to squeeze out every single detail...
STEVE: All right, fine... McAlester, now Zaheed, was once my jungle buddy, we were among the troops deployed to Afghanistan 1951, we fought side by side until Zaheed went AWOL (Absence Without Official Leave) on the whole team. We thought he died or was captured, until he showed up five years later, attacked our military base and made away with a highly classified file after which he hacked into our data base and wiped his own military records and info. So that he no longer exists (it's a normal ritual for terrorists). Two years ago we got an Intel that he was going to sell a deadly bio weapon to Iran which could kill within seconds when inhaled... I lead the squad that ambushed him, stopped the transaction and acquired the weapon... that's exactly what this is about.
ME: mmm... what a history. Friends turn foes... so boss what's the plan, how do we get outta this mess aside dying?
Zaheed walks in again, this time he came with his thugs and they had their torture kits... "Like I said earlier, nobody has to get hurt, just give me the Intel on where to retrieve my asset and you can walk away" Zaheed said...
"Hello scumbag, no pleasantries this time? So unmannered of you" I taunted him, and the next reply I got was not in words; Zaheed punched me heavily, twice on the nose!
"Precious, Jesus!!! Dang it man! What? You said I couldn't call you bread head. You didn't say anything about not calling you a scumbag" o..u..c..h! I laughed mischievously in mockery of him...
"McAlester, Oh, my bad, Zaheed, that's what they call you now right? You walk in here with torture kits, forgetting that you're dealing with the military; we taught you every single torture technique you know. None of those can break us, you should know better; this is a waste of time". Steve said...
"Oh , not just all" Zaheed said, smiling mischievously as he reached into one of the torture kits and picked out a scorpion...
"What the F"... Steve and I echoed as we arched our eye brows in awe...
"Surprise! Now for the last time: where and how can I acquire my asset"!? Zaheed asked as he moved closer to us, holding his little scorpion with a picking tool.
"Errr... I'll say you go float yourself, dummy". I replied...
"That's it! I've had enough of your whining. You'll have a taste of the venom first". Zaheed said as he dropped little Scorpio on my neck...
Sting! "Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!!! Get this little demon off of me!!!" I screamed to no stop as little Scorpio stung me multiple times on the neck...
Zaheed reached into his torture kit once again and brought out an antidote. "Hey, old friend, last chance. Give me the Intel I need and your little pet right here gets the antidote or you could keep mute and we'll watch her die together. It'll be an interesting view, just not for you... smiles..." He threatened...
{You probably didn't know I was a female soldier up until this moment. Well, hell yeah, I'm a female soldier... my name is Michelle Coker, one of the two survivals of the clean sweep that happened on 20th Oct. 1962. I'm a sergeant with the ID 85375821LC}
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Zaheed is a soldier turned terrorist. He lead the clean sweep of a 50 man squad on *20th Oct. 1962* as payback to the military for stopping his bio weapon transaction with Iran which cost him $2.5 million...
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