Chapter 15.5

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"You're out of line, Captian Otto," a dangerously familiar voice said.

I looked back to see Captain Becker striding into my cell with fury in his eyes. I don't think I had ever been so happy to see the investigative dead head in my life.

"Captain Otto, why do you have the subject of my investigation here without my knowledge?" Becker demanded.

"My charge trumps yours, Becker, she's my prisoner and no longer any of your concern," Otto said.

"The instant your investigation turned to look at her you should have distanced yourself, considering your prior history with her," Becker said.

"I was her commanding officer, nothing more," Otto snarled.

"That's not the history I am talking about!" Becker snapped. "You know exactly what you did and you somehow managed to fail in that. So, I will be taking her from your custody this instant and she will be transferred elsewhere for detention until charges can be brought against her. Already you've managed to screw this up so royally."

"Nobody cares about a cripple and her so called rights!" Otto snapped.

"When that cripple has the ability to bring down the firewall around our government's most closely guarded secrets, everyone cares!" Becker shouted. He threw a sheet of paper at Otto.

Otto snatched up the paper and looked over it briefly, his scowl becoming more and more predominate with every passing second. "How did you get one of these?" he demanded. He crumpled up the paper and threw it at the ground. I reached over and picked it up, carefully flattening it.

The document had an official looking seal at the top and a lot of legal jargon above someone's signature. I read the title at the top of the document. Ooo...an Order of Forced Subordination, how did he get one of those? Basically it made Otto a high lieutenant when being compared to Becker, those were only used to force an equal ranking officer to have to yield to another. What did Becker have on me? What kind of charge is higher than treason? Feralism, he was going to arrest me for being a Feral.

Either way I was going to a camp, although, maybe I could become a prisoner here if I confessed to treason. At least here they wouldn't treat me as bad as a recognized prisoner.

I shrunk towards Lieutenant Prat, feeling her tuck the blanket around me. She was being so nice.

"How I got one of those is none of your concern, Captain Otto," Becker said. "The only thing that concerns you is that I have it and you have her here illegally. What would the Chief Warden say if he found out how you were mistreating his facilities?"

"The Chief Warden wouldn't give a damn how I used his facilities to get a confession out of a traitor!" Otto snapped.

"Sergeant, just who is the Chief Warden of this detention center?" Becker asked.

"General Jameson," I said with a smile.

"Would you like to go ask the Chief Warden just how he feels about this particular soldier?" Becker asked. "Surely you knew that her father was the Chief Warden?"

Otto's fists clenched and he looked ready to punch Becker. "Fine, take her away," Otto sneered. "See how much I care, but she's perfectly safe here."

"You mean you just aren't torturing her, there is a difference," Becker said. "Lieutenant Prat, how many meals do you think Sergeant Jameson has received in the last month?"

"Based on the video surveillance, somewhere in the range of once or twice a week, she hasn't slept much either, probably due to the music you were pumping in here. She's malnourished, dehydrated, light and sound sensitive. Just getting her to walk out of here under her own power will be a miracle."

"She can't walk under her own power regardless!" Otto shouted.

"Captain Otto! Get out!" Becker shouted.

Two soldiers entered the cell and stepped up next to Otto. "Don't touch me," he snarled. He stormed out, the guards following behind him closely.

I looked up at Captain Becker, hugging the blanket around myself tighter. "Thank you, Captain," I said dipping my head in respect. I never thought I would be thanking him for anything but this, this deserved a thank you. Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought he was. Lieutenant Prat seemed nice enough as she held a cup of liquid to my lips.

"Don't think this doesn't mean you aren't in serious trouble, sergeant," Captain Becker said. He motioned to Lieutenant Prat. "When she can stand, I want her loaded into a transport and moved to our agreed upon location."

"Yes, sir," she nodded. "Don't worry, sergeant, I'll take good care of you."

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