2 hours after initial events.

People are judged by the company they keep. In my regard, i should really seek better company.

As i was walking home, someone grabbed me and rush me to a car and another person in the car placed a black bag over my head. And then, They asked me about the whereabouts of as they put it, "one truly dangerous person",Dr. Valentina Zokimosa. I told them that i didn't where she was. But I guess, they aren't taking a no answer for an answer.

Currently, i'm tied to a chair and a really dusty bag placed on my head. With the bag on my head. I couldn't see anything. But it wasn't entirely dark. I guess, there is a light in front me. A little ounces of brightness were shining through the bag.

Even though I couldn't see. I could hear rather well through the bag. A couple of my abductors were talking at a close proximity to me. I could overhear their conversation.

"So this kid is supposed to know about that doctor, right?" Said someone

"Yeah. That's what the intel suggests. But there's no proof of him knowing the doctor's whereabouts" Said another.

"Well, we should try to confirm it then." Said another person in conversation with those two.

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"How? The kid just keeps denying that he knows the whereabouts about the doctor. And there's nothing in his home too." Said the first person.

Well, because that's the truth. I really don't know. She just fucking drove away with a barrage of soldiers.

"Well, let's just see, how long he can keep it up under enhanced interrogation techniques." Said the guy who said they should confirm it.

Wait, did he just use the smart word for torture?

"Damn, how sick are you? His a kid! Not a terrorist." Said the second person.

"Terrorists are always the ones, we least suspect." Said the person wanting to apply torture.

"He and my kid go to the same school. His the smartest kid in that whole school. He even came to my daughter's wedding!" Said the person defending me.

Wait, he knows me and I know him as well. Then why the fuck, am I being tied by him?

"Corporal, are you taking sides with a enemy of our country?" Said the torturer.

"No, I just got something against torturing kids. Because that goes against our country's founding principles. If I knew, I would be working with guys like you, Jamil. I wouldn't join this cause." Said the person who I supposed, is a corporal.

Wait, I know someone like that. That's Mr. Barua. His a Army engineer. Or was. He lost his job, a couple years ago. Because of military budget cuts.

"Cut it out, guys. The Lt. Colonel himself, is coming to interrogate the kid. The orders are to wait for him." The first person said, while intervening in what I guess, was a tense situation.

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