Birth of an Assassin by Stone Rik

Author:Stone, Rik [Stone, Rik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: military subversion, torture and treason, thwarted ambition, Russian historical thriller, revenge with intent, loss and retribution, murder and betrayal, underworld flesh trafficking, action adventure, corruption and intrigue
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Published: 2017-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

The medic dabbed at Jez with a cotton swab. “This gash should’ve been stitched,” he said admonishingly. “Too late now, just be careful you don’t take any more knocks or it might split again.”

No more knocks. That would be nice. Maybe the medic should be having a word with the interrogators, not him.

“But it’s clean and looks free of infection, and I’ve put antiseptic on it to be safe.”

“Yes, I felt it,” he said, bringing an ironic smile to his face. The medic grimaced and smiled painfully back at him.

“You’ll be pleased to know that your facial injuries are no more than swollen lips, a little swelling and a good old-fashioned black eye. The abrasion under it isn’t anything to worry about either.”

The ironic smile remained fixed. The rest of the clean-up was completed in silence. The medic had just about finished packing his kit when the cell door opened and a burly guard came in.

“Ah, well timed. I’m just leaving.” The guard gave no response and the medic pulled a glum face at Jez. The guard put a tray of food and some clothes on the bunk and left. The medic followed closely behind, and had barely cleared the gap when the cell door slammed shut.

Jez checked what was on the bed: food and the shirt and trousers of a clean uniform. Strange, Smersh never used a soft approach. But he wasn’t about to complain about that. He changed and ate. A cold draught blew over his feet and set his mind racing. He’d been given everything but socks and shoes, no socks or shoes. Something had happened to change the treatment, but whatever it was, it didn’t include footwear...

He had to get back to thinking like a soldier. Okay, so what is the situation? Rested and wounds tended, washed and a change of clothes – without shoes – no shoes… and well fed. Why? What had changed Mitrokhin’s plans?

Muzzy thoughts cleared and a picture formed. Mitrokhin wasn’t happy with the safety of the situation. Either he believed Jez when he’d told him he could incriminate him; or he wouldn’t take the chance that he knew nothing. Before Jez could reason further, the door opened and the guard came in, mutely gestured him to his feet and ushered him from the cell into the dimly lit corridor. His time had come for another round of torture.

*

Back in the cell, he weighed up his time in the interrogation room. The roughest part of the grilling had been when the guard tied him to the chair. The Smersh agents had been dropped and Mitrokhin and Mayakovski had interviewed him.

For an hour the pair had tormented him with racist insults, but never once lifted a hand against him. For his part, he gave answers as mechanically as the questions thrown at him. No longer did he protest his innocence, there was little point. Everyone just went through the motions. But why bother?

Why? No bindings, no hood, wounds cleaned and dressed, a fresh change of clothes, no shoes and a gentle interrogation.

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