Chapter 11: The Silence of Humility
December 14th, 2009
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The Killer sat flanked by two guards behind a chill metal table. His hands and feet were bound, and he ached from the beatings of the past day. A heavy chink rang from the only door into the dark chamber. An officer in dress uniform stepped into the cramped room and sat across from the Killer. "I am Commander Smith, Warden of this prison."
"Nice to meet you Warden." The Killer reclined and put a smug slant on his grin, "You know you can save the interrogation for someone else, I have no idea where Pike is going or what he's doing."
"Oh, we won't be wasting any time on that. You see, I could care less about Pike. It was you the fleet was after." The grin faded from the Killer's face. "There will be no interrogation; there will be no trial. In fact, I don't even really need to be talking to you." It was Smith's turn to be smug, "I was just interested to see your face when I informed you that you would not see the sun for the rest of your natural life."
He waited for the Killer to post some reaction. When none came, the Warden exhaled, impressed. "Fascinating."
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