Major Ketty Shepherd (![]() ![]() @ 2009-04-12 11:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabe, ketty |
Base; backdated to Friday; Ketty and Gabe
On day three of the interrogation, Ketty was back to do the questioning. She looked exactly the same as she had the first day she came in, except maybe for a little more tiredness around the eyes. Of course, she didn't look anywhere near as bad as their prisoner, who hadn't had the luxury of a chair or a table the night before.
Ketty stepped into the room with a big smile. "Good morning," she said in a pleasant tone.
Gabe had forced himself into a sitting position when Ketty had walked in. His leg was in more pain today. The gunshot wound was definitely infected. Ketty either had to finish interrogating him within the next day or so or septicemia or some other infection that wound up in his bloodstream was going to take over and do the job for her. His face was pale today, his eyes darker. he looked a little green around the gills and he was sweating worse than he had been yesterday. Still, he glared at Ketty as if the act alone would destroy her. he said nothing to her greeting, only stared at her and wondered just how much sleep she lost knowing she'd tortured her own sister to get answers he'd already told her he would give her without Sadie's assistance.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the floor this morning," Ketty smirked in response to his glare. There was a chair in the corner of the room and Ketty pulled it over to the same spot she would have sat if the table were still in the room. She sat down on the chair and folded her hands in her lap over the folder she had with her.
Gabe studied Ketty a moment through bleary eyes. He was going to put the locket into his pocket yesterday, surprised they'd even let him keep it, but instead he'd held onto it. He was balled up in his hand still and thinking about that and what Ketty put Sadie through on top of what he'd put her through just made him angry. "You're truly heartless." His voice was raspy from lack of food or water this time. He'd gotten an empty cup, usable as a toilet again. He paused a moment and took a breath before adding. "The only difference between me and you," He told her. "Is that you wouldn't have waited for orders to infiltrate the city that contained the person who killed your sister." He said. "As a robot, you wouldn't have failed either." And this was important because that definitely made Ketty a worse human being than him. She would've obeyed the orders regardless of the cost because she was trained to. He'd been trained just like her, longer than her even, and he'd gone against numerous orders all because he gave in to his selfish emotions. Ketty, as far as Gabe was concerned, was cold-hearted enough not to have done so.
Ketty wasn't going to let his words get to her. She was dealing with her decision in her own way. She didn't need the prisoner here break her down because she made a tough call.
So she just nodded. "You're right. I wouldn't have failed, or gotten caught." She knew she wasn't heartless, though. Using Sadie was the quickest way of getting the information that they needed, without any more song and dance routines from Gabriel. So she'd done it. Sadie would survive.
"Whatever helps you sleep," He looked down at his hand but kept it closed around the locket. "If you sleep that is." He muttered. He was done with this shit. She either asked him the fucking questions or she kicked his ass and killed him. Enough of the bullshit. So he waited for her to ask her questions now, silently. He'd said what he'd wanted and now it was just a waiting game in his mind.
"I do," Ketty nodded, opening up her folder. "On a bed." She glanced down at the floor that had been Gabriel's bed for the night, and then brought her eyes back to her papers. They were in for a long session. "I want to know everything you know about the WA. Bases, weapons caches, any other planned special forces infiltrations, anything."
Gabe made no response when Ketty tried to taunt him with a bed, like he actually cared at this point if he slept on a bed or not. He didn't look up at her when she finally got to the point. "Need a map, paper and a writing instrument." He answered.
Ketty unclipped a pen from the folder and slid it across the floor toward him. Next came a pad of paper, and then once she unfolded it, a map. "Get going," she said once he had everything he needed.
Gabe set to work without even glancing at her. He circled sections on the map and numbered them before writing all he knew about them on the notepad next to a corresponding number. It took a couple of hours. In the end, the map was dotted with places on the EA and WA side of the border. The notepad had a few pages full of information, and there were a number of places close to Sinai with a large amount of man and gun power behind them that the EA army was unaware of. At the top of the notepad he wrote in 'As of November, 2162'. Then he clipped the pen to the top pages of the notepad and slid it and the map back over.
Ketty paced around the room, observing him as he worked. She was very pleased that he had done it all without any protests or snide comments. Surely it wouldn't have worked out this way if they hadn't brought Sadie in the day before. Ketty was proud of herself for figuring out how to break him.
When he slid the papers back over, Ketty leaned over and picked them up. She flipped through the pad, nodding a bit as she read over the information. "You're a productive little worker when you want to be," she commented before flipping another page.
Gabe just sat back and watched Ketty read the paper. He didn't answer her when she made that sarcastic remark. He just glanced down at his hand and reached his thumb in to slide it across the locket before closing his hand over it. "They know I've been captured. That information is probably half wrong by now. You have to know that." He spoke up. She had to know they would've moved since they knew he'd been captured. "You know that means you tortured your baby sister for no reason?" He asked. "I told you I'd give you whatever information you wanted and you still made her go through that." He shook his head. "You know another difference between me and you? I know I'm burning in hell. You think God's going to reward you for actions." Hypocrite.
Ketty lowered the papers and looked at Gabe with a glare. She took a few quick steps forward and gave him a swift kick in the gut with her boot. That ought to shut him up for a few minutes.
Gabe let out a grunt and a gasp at the kick. He landed on his side on the ground, and stayed there, hands pulled in to hold over the spot she'd kicked as he curled up a little. After a moment, his head still resting on its side on the cold cement floor as he tried to catch his breath, Gabe started laughing sardonically. "Whatsoever you do unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done unto me," he said between raspy jagged inhales and exhales, still snickering because he'd hit the right button apparently. She did! She honestly did think she wasn't going to burn in hell for doing half the things Gabe knew he was going to hell for!
He barely finished getting that out when Ketty gave him another kick. He'd pushed the right button, all right. Ketty gripped the folder she was holding so tight that it crumpled some in her hands. She was pissed. Pissed at the shit he was spewing at her and pissed at herself for losing her cool. "From now on," she started off in a yell, "you'll only speak when we ask you to! Do you understand?"
Gabe coughed, gasping for air again. He kept laughing and just for that, he ignored her question and gave her a neurotic looking cheshire grin. "But small is the gate and narrow the road-," Gabe cut off when he was hit again but then continued, this time in a louder tone. "That leads to life, and only a few find it!" He said before he got a few more hits. He kept on snickering though. "I'm going to hell, Major," He smiled at her. "I'll be there waiting for your arrival." He assured, tone much quieter now.
After that last hit, Ketty stopped and glared down at him, her breathing coming hard and deliberate. She didn't look as put-together anymore, with her face red and her hair mostly fallen out of her ponytail. Even though she shouldn't have done it, it still felt good getting the rage out. Kicks for her sister, for Slate, for Slate's mother, Rainey, Matos, and so many others. She wanted to keep going. She almost did after his last comment, but she managed to hold back. General Grant wouldn't be too pleased with her if she kept on going. Hell, Ketty was probably in some deep trouble already.
"Be prepared to wait a long time," Ketty muttered, wondering how things got flipped to the point where he was the one who was doing the smiling. She couldn't believe she'd let him get to her. She entertained the notion of kicking him just one more time, but instead, turned on her heel and headed for the door. Because if she didn't leave then, there was a good chance she might end up going too far and killing him.
Gabe coughed more and tried to catch his breath. He called out bible verses after her, hoping to hit enough buttons to make her come back. He let out a series of derisive snickers among the attempts to catch his breath. When Ketty didn't return, his laughter died out and he frowned as he lifted his hands up and opened them to look at the locket. He was definitely on the right track to losing his mind.