Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Mar 30, 2007 17:54:36 GMT -5
It had been three days sense he was trapped in that cell. Dirt encrusted, the very water he was forced to consume could very well have inhabited multiple unknown virus strains or tape worms. But he did what he had to do in order to survive. He cursed the very military officers that entrapped him, for they never even bothered to feed the Corporal. What a lack of Respect! Corporal Punishment sat in the corner of his solitary confinement, when the doors opened at last. A prominent man stepped into the room, he had short slicked back auburn hair, and wore a black three piece suit. He seemed like a mix of confused, bothered, and yet excited. He was flanked by two more men in black who were at least 4 inches taller and broader than the Corporal.
Man In Black #1: Ambassador Marcus.
The man with auburn slicked back hair steps forward away from the men in black, and gets down to one knee in order to look firmly at Corporal Punishment.
Ambassador Marcus: I hear that you are scheduled to a bout with an individual named Szaban at a highly publized event.....thats not good Corporal....not good.
Corporal Punishment has no patience for mind games, and quickly snapped back at Marcus.
Corporal Punishment: Get down to the point Ambassador! I have gone three days without food or satiant water, so unless you want your arm as my next lunch i would hurry it up. and better yet, let me out of this hell hole!
The men in black stepped forward a little bit, but Marcus held his hand up to hold them back, he smiled slyly at the Corporal, and began to speak again, slightly more firmly.
Marcus: Ignacious....you are going after the wrong target. To be honest, you had already served your punishment, pun intended, 2 days ago. Normally this type of interrogation is considered inhumane, but we thought it a better bargaining chip to leave in you in a little longer.
Corporal Punishment: You son of a bitch!
The Corporal weakly attempted to lunge at the Ambassador, when the two men quickly adavanced on him and slammed him against the wall. Marcus gave him a swift kick where the sun dont shine, and lifted the chin of the corporal and began to talk very fiercely.
Ambassador Marcus: You fool! Szaban is not our business!!! Here are your "official" orders! We have two prospects we are after, possibly three. Your specific mission is to injure either Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, or Prozac. If it is the latter than your mission changes to dispose of Ritalin as well. We are not sure of your specific target, but we will know by the end of this event you will be attending, Fools Revenge! So we will let you out now, and you can play your little games with Szaban, but your true target will be revealed to you at a later date between the two prospects. Now i suggest, that you get cleaned up and begin training hard and eating right, in order to get into proper shape for Fools Revenge. Because your next task after that will require all of your strength.
The guards let go of Corporal Punishment unceremoniously and they all turned to the door as the Corporal writhed in pain on the rusted tile, when Marcus finally turned around before leaving,
Ambassador Marcus: Oh, and by the way Ignacious, you are dismissed....
End Scene.
Man In Black #1: Ambassador Marcus.
The man with auburn slicked back hair steps forward away from the men in black, and gets down to one knee in order to look firmly at Corporal Punishment.
Ambassador Marcus: I hear that you are scheduled to a bout with an individual named Szaban at a highly publized event.....thats not good Corporal....not good.
Corporal Punishment has no patience for mind games, and quickly snapped back at Marcus.
Corporal Punishment: Get down to the point Ambassador! I have gone three days without food or satiant water, so unless you want your arm as my next lunch i would hurry it up. and better yet, let me out of this hell hole!
The men in black stepped forward a little bit, but Marcus held his hand up to hold them back, he smiled slyly at the Corporal, and began to speak again, slightly more firmly.
Marcus: Ignacious....you are going after the wrong target. To be honest, you had already served your punishment, pun intended, 2 days ago. Normally this type of interrogation is considered inhumane, but we thought it a better bargaining chip to leave in you in a little longer.
Corporal Punishment: You son of a bitch!
The Corporal weakly attempted to lunge at the Ambassador, when the two men quickly adavanced on him and slammed him against the wall. Marcus gave him a swift kick where the sun dont shine, and lifted the chin of the corporal and began to talk very fiercely.
Ambassador Marcus: You fool! Szaban is not our business!!! Here are your "official" orders! We have two prospects we are after, possibly three. Your specific mission is to injure either Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, or Prozac. If it is the latter than your mission changes to dispose of Ritalin as well. We are not sure of your specific target, but we will know by the end of this event you will be attending, Fools Revenge! So we will let you out now, and you can play your little games with Szaban, but your true target will be revealed to you at a later date between the two prospects. Now i suggest, that you get cleaned up and begin training hard and eating right, in order to get into proper shape for Fools Revenge. Because your next task after that will require all of your strength.
The guards let go of Corporal Punishment unceremoniously and they all turned to the door as the Corporal writhed in pain on the rusted tile, when Marcus finally turned around before leaving,
Ambassador Marcus: Oh, and by the way Ignacious, you are dismissed....
End Scene.
