Lauren's face distorted in pain as the electrical volts traveled through her body and made her clench her jaw so tightly she was in danger of breaking her perfect teeth. Arms tied above her head, her body dangled rigidly below her with her feet just barely touching the ground, I watched her from the other side of the glass as she jolted from the excruciating pain. The power was then turned off and she went limp, breathing raggedly.
"I'm going to ask you again; Where is the USB?" The extractor, as we here at the more secret part of the CIA liked to call the people who specialized in extracting information, asked. Their ways and means of doing so were particularly nasty, hence the fact that we were in the secret part of the CIA. The place where human rights kinda lost its meaning at the door.
Lauren simply just let her head hang tiredly and continued not to speak like she had for hours, but the vague smirk on her lips pissed the living hell out of me. Here she was, getting tortured, and she still looked as if she was having fun.
"We have all day, Ms. Jauregui. Then there's tomorrow and the day after that as well, and so on. The sooner you give up the details of your operation, the sooner you'll be able to get down from there. So are you sure you don't want to start talking?"
When she didn't answer but only widened her smirk, that was it for me. While the extractor turned the power back on and electrocuted her again, I turned to the tall man standing next to me who was the man in charge of this operation. "Let me talk to her."
Perri, as his surname was, looked up from his papers and gave me a glance. "Why?"
"Because we have been at this for hours and she's not cracking. Plus, she seems to have a fondness of me. I might be able to persuade her to talk," I said, not lying. "You can keep monitoring me from here and have your guys over there tape the whole thing. I just want a shot. Give me fifteen minutes with her and I'll get her to sing."
Perri glanced back his men working the different machines, monitoring Lauren's vitals and suchlike. He then looked back at me and gave me a hard glare. "You have ten minutes."
That was all I needed. He let the extractor know over his earpiece that I was swapping place with him, and after a moment the extractor walked out and looked at me. "What's happening, I almost had her!"
"This is Agent Cabello, she'd like to give it a go. At this point, it can't harm."
The balding, old, creepy-looking extractor gave me a demeaning once-over and then scoffed. "She won't make her crack, much less speak!"
"You want to make that a bet?" I gave him a cocky glance before I unceremoniously walked inside the extraction room. My boots thumped against the linoleum floors as I came up to Lauren. "Hello, Spaghetti. How's it hanging?"
She tiredly raised her head and then looked up at me, a sexy smirk lifting to her lips. "Hello, mia cara."
I imagined the extractor having a fit behind the spy glass. "How are you doing? Got time for a chat?"
"I don't know, I'm a little tied up at the moment."
"That was so cheesy."
"I'm Italian, we put cheese on everything." She smirked again when I rolled my eyes. "I've been waiting for you, tesoro. Are you going to try and extract me from information like Augus Filch tried to, or couldn't you just wait to get another glimpse of my body?"
"Both." I replied. I took a good long look at her torso. "You sure do have a lot of scars."
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine."
As if. I pursed my lips, but then trailed my finger over the scar I knew I had given her; the bullet I managed to plant in her arm. "I like this one. It looks like it hurt."
"It did. Like a biatch."
I smirked a little at her playful eyes. So we were playing like that, were we? "Do you remember what I said I'd do if I ever saw you on American soil again?"