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Post by Tonks on Sept 13, 2013 17:00:51 GMT
"Yeah I agree with you there, I never know when I'm supposed to be formal or at ease. I'm not ready to be here, I'm not as good'a shot as they make out. I've only been in the army for 4 years." Sometimes he wished someone would just tell him to shut up to save him embarrassing himself.
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Post by Light on Sept 14, 2013 17:34:21 GMT
"It's like she says; they don't move you to 20 unless you're good, and from what I've seen, you are good. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. You do a better job when you feel natural doing it." Sykes added, looking back to Walker: "Don't let that pull you down; they look for skill as early as they can find it, that's what this unit is about; having the skill to do the missions that the regulars can't, and under the radar to boot." he gave him an encouraging slap on the shoulder: "Give it a little time, you'll realise you belong here."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 14, 2013 19:11:15 GMT
Frost rolled her eyes and followed behind Emmerson into the interrogation room. As she stood next to Walker she leaned over and said, "Just glare and look real angry. That usually helps."
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Post by Tonks on Sept 15, 2013 14:42:01 GMT
Walker couldn't help but smile at Frost's last comment. He was glad they were being so nice. He followed them into the room and decided he'd keep quiet for a while, he had a bad habit of making a fool out of himself when he spoke.
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2013 18:04:52 GMT
Perez was already handcuffed to the chair within the room when they entered. Though he had a look of determination on his face, he had surrendered easily enough with the other buyers, and had seen what they could do already.
"Mr Perez." Emmerson said, as Sykes closed the door behind them.
"I want to speak to a lawyer." Perez said immediately.
"That's not how this works." Emmerson continued, ignoring the other man: "We ask the questions. Who was in the car which escaped the facility?" he slid a picture of Vasser and some of his known associates over the table: "Was it one of these men?"
"You can't do this-"
"Actually we can. Technically, this meeting never happened, and that goes for anything that happens here as well. I could have you shot, and no-one would ever know it happened. There can't be that many people who knew you were at that warehouse. So, who was in the car, and what was your deal with them; and exactly what were you buying from them, specifically?"
"You wouldn't just kill me! You'd have nothing!" Perez was starting to look a little unsure of his position already; he hadn't signed up for this when he'd made the deal with Vasser's people.
"We have other prisoners we can ask." Emmerson looked to the others: "Apparently Mr Perez needs convincing. Walker, open that window." he gestured: "Frost, Sykes, help our guest over to the window would you? I think he'd like to see what's outside."
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Post by Tonks on Sept 16, 2013 13:48:32 GMT
Walker went over and opened the window as ordered, worried about what was about to happen. He'd never been in a real interrogation before and was quite scared.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 16, 2013 13:54:19 GMT
Frost nodded her head and grabbed one side of the chair whilst Sykes took the other. They held the chair by the window and started to tilt it off its back legs.
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Post by Light on Sept 16, 2013 17:27:26 GMT
As Sykes and Frost raised the chair, Perez was able to see what Emmerson had the guards doing: they were digging ditches a short distance away from the base.
As this was happening, Emmerson drew his gun, and made sure that Perez would hear the telltale click as he removed the safety: "You have two choices, Mr Perez. Answer our questions, and we pack you off home to stand trial for arms trafficking. Or we put a bullet in your head and drop you in one of those ditches." he said: "Oh no, I tell a lie; you have a third choice. I'll let you choose who shoots you."
"Wait!" Perez finally gave up; with everything he'd already seen today, that had been enough. He'd only come to buy the weapons, not to get himself killed: "Alright! I'll tell you what you want to know."
"I thought you might. Bring him back to the table." Emmerson slipped the gun back into the holster.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 29, 2013 11:50:39 GMT
Frost nodded and with Sykes pulled the chair back into the room. She gave a knowing smile to Walker and stood with her hands in her pockets.
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Post by Light on Oct 7, 2013 20:32:08 GMT
"Which one?" Emmerson asked, and Perez pointed to the central picture: "Details?"
"Simple trade off; money for arms, nothing heavier than RPG's. We'd smuggle them out ourselves." Perez said to him.
"Nothing heavier? That place was loaded." Emmerson frowned; Perez wouldn't lie after that, so where the hell were the weapons the other weapons. He knew that there were at least some heavier duty arms in there from the stock lists he had seen. Not much detail, but definitely more than those buyers were dealing for.
"That's all you know?"
"Everything, I swear!"
"We'll see to you shortly." Emmerson turned to the others: "The man they were dealing with is Ryan Donovan. South African national, known associate of Vasser. He's the one in the car. I want you three ready to move when the Taiwanese stop his car." he said to them: "Get suited up and ready. He can't be far from the roadblocks."
"You heard the man. Back we go." Sykes said to Frost and Walker: "I'm driving."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Oct 10, 2013 8:17:26 GMT
Frost rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She followed Sykes to the car and when it came within sight turned her eyes to Walker. "Shotgun," and she wore a big ass smirk as she opened the passenger side door and climbed in.
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Post by Tonks on Oct 17, 2013 20:17:55 GMT
Walker seemed to freeze solid during the interrogation; he had no idea how to act or indeed react to what was happening. So instead he did nothing until his name was spoken. "Yessir." he replied before heading to get suited up.
Walker followed Sykes and Frost to the car and smiled at the call of "shotgun", he didn't really know how to react to that either. His head was spinning. He never managed to get the balance between professional and casual manner. He sat in the car and held his rifle tight, everything relied on his shooting.
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Post by Light on Oct 21, 2013 19:57:36 GMT
"We're a go!" Emmerson's voice came over the comms: "About a twenty minute drive from here. Secluded road. Local Police have them in a standoff. Get in, and get those men!"
"Here we go then. Buckle up people!" Sykes floored it, speeding out of the base and onto the dirt tracks towards their destination.
"You are authorised to make Mr Donovan a one-time offer." Emmerson spoke again: "Give us what we need, and he does a few years for arms trafficking back in Britain. Or you do what you have to by the roadside until he talks."
"Roger that." Sykes replied: "Right then; we're going into a firefight. Walker, think you can nail a target from the back of this car? Frost, I know you can spray bullets like there's no tomorrow so we've got that covered." he grinned briefly to her as he spoke.
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Post by Tonks on Oct 21, 2013 20:05:29 GMT
"I'll certainly try, sir." Walker replied as he began assembling his rifle, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Oct 21, 2013 20:07:46 GMT
Frost gave a laugh. "Oh yeah," she cocked her gun for emphasis and rolled down her window in preparation.
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