Fury From Within

Chapter Seven

Captain Isinov stood hovering over his prisoner waiting patiently for Sirna Miliriud to awaken from his drug-induced sleep. Sirna had been provided with just enough to sedate him for the 5-hour flight on a military aircraft from Grozny to Moscow. A dead captive on his hands would show badly for his team’s efforts. He looked at the clock once more before consulting his watch.

Captain Isinov motioned for the medical orderly to once again check Sirna’s vital signs, this being the third time since he arrived only 30 minutes before.

“Vital signs check out captain,” replied the elderly medical attendant. “His state of physical exhaustion could be causing the extended reaction.

Captain Isinov looked down on the rebel as he lay sleeping. This man’s days of wreaking havoc upon my fellow countryman were over. This bastard was responsible for killing hundreds if not thousands of my countrymen. Soon he will betray his own troops and reveal to us the grand prize, their headquarters location.

After several seconds of watching Sirna sleep, he turned curtly on his heels and walked from the room, realizing victory was finally appearing on the horizon.

Michael Forsythe nodded to his fellow Agents. “I want him taken to the local police station,” he ordered the car’s driver.

Forsythe then walked over to the second FBI car, leaning down to speak to his lead deputy, Alice Weatherspoon.

Alice was his “techie” of the group, able to accomplish things with a computer that others only dreamed of. If something were computer related, she could not only find it, but also manipulate the information for their use.

“Alice, we need to get this piece of shit talking or there might be trouble on our side of the pond. I want you to pull up the agency profile on our Russian friend and see what information we can use on this guy. You probably won’t find anything nasty on him but check anyway. He might have slipped up somewhere in his travels. We need bank numbers, girlfriend’s name, phone numbers. Anything of value. Then, we need an isolated spot in the local police station, possibly a basement, so can put this guy through the ringer. Are you clear on where I’m going with this?”

“You got it boss,” Alice replied, adjusting her black nylon vest that proclaimed FBI in big, bold, yellow letters on the front and back. “You want the man in the proverbial hot seat.”

“You know the deal pretty lady. And one more thing, I want you to have Rich and Jim contact their CIA counterparts over in Langley and see what they have on our boy. They must have a file as thick as a dictionary. Have them call in any overdue favors.”