The room was grey and dark except for the lamp’s light that hung over the criminal’s head. The room was so scorching hot that the criminal felt that he was going to melt like a popsicle. The interrogator Akiyama was not wearing his suit jacket and was drinking from his “Nirvana” water bottle. The criminals that had worked with Daquan Espina had been caught and arrested. Since the bomber did not survive, the police had to extract information from the people who had worked with him. As Akiyama angrily slammed his fist on the table, flecks of water from the plastic bottle splashed on the table. He stared daggers at the man in front of him.
“What do you mean you don’t know what was in that device of Espina’s?!” shouted the interrogator.
“The device?” asked the criminal.
“Oh come on!” he snapped “We’ve just been talking about it ever since you got here. That electronic weapon that he used to kill police officers and white smoke came out of it! Don’t pretend you have amnesia.”
“Oh right, the IDV.”
“I didn’t sneeze.”
“Oh I thought you did.”
“No, you are pretending you didn’t say IDV. What is this IDV?”
“I don’t know!” denied the criminal.
“Yes you do!” persisted the interrogator.
The interrogator and the criminal kept quarrelling back and forth about a mysterious item called an “IDV”. Akiyama insisted that he did mention something like that but the criminal kept denying it. After ten minutes of arguing, the criminal finally cracked.
“All right!” he screamed “The IDV is the name of the device that Daquan Espina used. It’s gun that sprays poison instead of shooting bullets! IDV stands for Infantem Draconis Venenum, whatever that means. Only Espina was allowed to use it and it was just a prototype. I don’t what’s in that machine except that it kills people within a couple feet in less than a minute and a white, poisonous fog comes out!”
“Poison, you say?” wondered Akiyama as he rubbed his chin “Tell me, scumbag, how many innocent people did you kill with such a device?”
“I dunno, a lot okay!” he exclaimed “After we killed them, we took their money and gave sixty percent of what we earned to our highest boss, twenty-five percent to Espina, and the rest we all had to divide amongst ourselves. We had an argument when we had to divide the money but eventually two of our guys...quit.”
“That’s a strange way of earning money,” Akiyama muttered. The Asian interrogator took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not however click off his tape recorder that was still on the desk where the criminal sat. He exhaled a deep breath and stared at the wall. He scribbled down some notes on his notepad that he was holding. When he finished, he looked back at the criminal, still staring daggers into him. “ Do you have any clue how many innocent people you have killed with your homies? Did you ever spare them when they knelt down on their knees and begged you to spare their lives? Did you ever think that the families of the victims would have to go through a heart-wrenching funeral, see their loved ones go into oblivion, and never see them again?
“I don’t know man,” the criminal answered as tears flowed down his face.
“Was this method how those officers died?” he questioned with a dangerous tone “How the man on the roof died?”
“Yes,” he answered as he wept.
Interrogator Akiyama was close to cracking the nut completely and everything that was coming out of the nut did not take much effort. The criminal in front of him was on the inside a little boy who had finally been caught making trouble. He was going to get worse than a time-out. The information was coming too quickly; this was too easy.
“Who is your boss? The highest boss?” he pressed.
“I don’t know,” he answered “but I know that he is the head of all the ‘Blade n’ Bullet Brotherhood’ groups. They’re only in the USA but he is planning to spread them all over the globe. He sends us all to do his dirty work for him. He always sends Espina to make explosives and give them to the right guys to blow places and stuff up.”
“So Espina is part of the ‘Blades n’ Bullets’ eh?” he smiled cynically “That does sound familiar. That symbol and that evidence in the train that blew up more than a month ago near Philadelphia must also be a work of ‘Blades n’ Bullets’ too right?”
“I wasn’t there,” he continued but stopped weeping “All I know is that Espina was supposed to make a bomb to blow up something in Philly. Maybe it was the train but I am not sure. He already made other bombs that will blow up and kill tons of people later. We are supposed to kidnap the survivors and hand them over to our highest boss.”
“I will ask you one more time,” hissed the interrogator “Who is your this high boss?”
The criminal hesitated. He crossed his arms and looked on the desk. He blinked a lot and did not say anything. The heat of the room added to suspense and intensity. The interrogator then threatened to inflict a greater punishment on him if he did not cooperate. The criminal sighed and looked up at the interrogator while staring into him but avoiding his malicious eyes.
“I don’t know, I never seen his face but because me, my comrades, and Espina were never of high ranking, we never saw his face.” he explained “Whenever we had meetings with him, we would have to talk to him through video chat with his face covered in the shadows. We would use hack VPNs, go incognito, and pretend we were from different countries in order to avoid the NSA. He usually wore a doctor’s lab coat.”
“That money that you all stole from the dead people and gave to him” pressed the interrogator “what was or is he planning to do with it?”
“I don’t know man, I really don’t know man.”
“Tell me about this symbol of your brotherhood.”
“Well, once we join the brotherhood, we have an “S” scar on our cheeks like the one you see here; it is the high boss’s initial of his last name – “
“What scar?” asked the interrogator “I don’t see any scar.”
The criminal then grabbed a part of his skin, which the interrogator then realized it was not really actual skin, and he peeled it off. The criminal threw the fake skin to the ground but the interrogator shielded his eyes.
“No, no, no,” he stammered “you don’t have to show me, I saw you peel off the fake skin so I already believe you. Tell, but don’t show just keep talking.”
The man was going to pull up his grey sleeve but then he stopped.
“My skin was carved with a blade into the high boss’s signature,” he covered his sleeve and put his arm down “when he did that, his face was covered with a mask. This means we all belong to him. Once you join, you are his property. When you get caught by the police, you are disposable. And one more thing…”
The man pulled off his grey hoodie and hung it over his chair. His muscled, tan chest was draped in a white sleeveless shirt. On his right arm where his shoulder was, there was a tattoo of a red dragon in the shape of an “S”.
“This tattoo means we are his dragons, his offspring.”
They interrogator and the criminal both gazed at each other for a short while. Akiyama took his clipboard and wrote all that down.
“Interesting,” he commented as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger “Anything else you know?”
“Nope.” he replied as he shrugged his shoulders “That’s all.”
“Well then, you are free to leave.”
The criminal stood up from his seat, grabbed his gray hoodie, and slowly walked across the room. He reached for the door but then he looked at the interrogator who was clicked off the tape recorder. The interrogator went back to scribbling notes on his notepad. The criminal pulled his hoodie back on and wiped his face. He was embarrassed. He broke the code and he couldn’t keep a secret even through the interrogation. That Akiyama was good at cracking nuts like him.
He broke the code. He got caught by the police and now he could not return to the organization. The assassin’s code now commanded him to commit suicide but was he really going to do that? No. That was unnecessary. How can he still be the property of the high boss and of “Blades N’ Bullets” if getting caught by police makes him automatically expelled? That just wasn’t fair. He admitted the secrets of his organization; that made him a great dishonor to his superiors and fellow members. There should have been a great burden on his chest but there wasn’t.
He had wished he had not joined the organization a long time ago; if any of his superiors or fellow members found out he was still alive, they would kill him themselves. He would have to just go out and disguise himself somehow. He would do all that as soon as he breaks out of the prison that he will soon be sentenced to.
The criminal remembered how much pain he was in when the highest boss carved his signature on his arm. He knew that by the time he became the highest boss’s property that if he ran away, he would still be property. He was afraid to close his eyes because whenever he closed them, that symbol of that symbol always came up.
The symbol of the red dragon in the shape of an “S” seemed to always be seared into his eyes like a burn from hot iron. He wondered how he stayed sane.