"He knows something!"
General Jonas yells in German, slamming his fist hard against his desk causing objects to rattle and fall over at such disturbance.
One of his two officers that stood in front of his desk boldly spoke. "Sir! We've tried everything."
The General grabs whatever was close to him, which was a book and hauls it straight at the officers who luckley ducked at his outburst just in time. The book instead slammed into a lamp busting the lightbulb on the other side of the room.
Hell he was mad! They were in the middle of a war and the American's had the advantage.
They've tried bribing him, then switched to torturing, starving him, but still bloody hell nothing. Their intel said that there was a secret military branch that had a top secret base, building a weapon that could make the Allies win the war.
They were lucky to find and capture one of their soldiers. But that was weeks ago and still haven't been able to break the man.
General Jonas walks out and heads straight down the small corridor, his heavy boots echoing down the hall while water droplets were heard within the distance. Dim lights hung in the hall as he stood forward, his shadow dancing behind him.
As he turned to the right two of his armed men stood outside the interrogation room.
He stopped in front of them. "Anything?"
"Still uncooperative, sir."
He huffs an angry breath and opens the thick metal door. A single light hung over the American whose face was bruised an ugly blue and purple and his eye was swollen shut and black. His lip was cut and some blood ran from the side of his face and as well as his nose.
Both hands and feet were tied to the chair with it chained to the floor because, well it was just for good measure and security.
The General pulls out a chair and sits across from the table from him. The American looks down, avoiding to meet his gaze.
Even though he was German and spoke his country's language he had spent enough time around Americans who spoke English. In his younger years, he took the time to learn the language and was grateful he knew it.
"I give up." He says sighing and clasping his hands together on the table.
"Give up the information... and we'll let you go..."
He lends forward staring dead straight at the American wanting him to make eye contact and see if his emotions could give him away. "Don't you have a family to go home to?"
The American's busted lip quivered just slightly enough that Jonas believed if he had blinked at that moment he would've missed the American' s tiny movement . 'Yes, now we are getting somewhere.'
"So far from home..." Jonas says softly to him, "Don't you want to see their faces again? Hear the sound of their laughter?... Hold your child's hand...in your own?"
General Jonas found himself in deep thought of his own family when he spoke. It was a week ago when his wife wrote a letter to him telling him that she gave birth to their first born son. A son! He yearned to go home but here he was stuck here...
He gazes up, seeing tears rolling down the American's face and his body shaking slightly. 'I almost got you.'
The American's mouth opens and closes as if he was debating whether or not to give in at such temptation. General Jonas was leaning on the edge of his seat holding his breath, anxiously waiting for the American to speak.
Three loud knocks made General Jonas swivel around startled, but soon the emotion became fueled by anger and frustration.
"What!?"
The door opens, its metal hinges squeaking, revealing one of his soldiers.
He glared hard at him, speaking harshly towards him, "You better have a good damn reason to interrupt!"
Before his soldier could reply a new figure filled in the door frame making Jonas jump out of the seat as he recognized who it was. He found himself standing a lot straighter, his hands tight to his sides, and swallowed his fear.
"Mr. Schmidt!"
The General stands still not daring to move a muscle, especially in front of one of Hitler's protégé and top Nazi agents. He heard the rumors of Schmidt...The man who is a megalomaniac and egocentric genius, who doesn't let anything or anyone stand in his way, and rumored that he had a super soldier...
Schmidt entered the room, the heel of his boots clicking against the hard concert floor. Jonas could feel his heart racing every second that passed by. The air felt thin and he found it difficult to breathe in even breaths but he managed to not show the fear that coursed through his body.
"So..." Schmidt says, looking straight at the American with an expressionless face. "The rumors are true."
"Tell me, General..." He says as he continues to stare at the American as if his gaze could crack him open. "You are being unsuccessful in retrieving the information?"
With a shaky breath Jonas swallows what felt like a lump in his throat and begins to say, "well-" then quickly was cut off by Schmidt's cold glare.
"It's either a yes or no!"
"No sir..." Jonas looks down, his face feeling flushed with embarrassment and frustration.
"Well, that's soon to change." Jonas glances at Mr. Schmidt who was smiling mischievous at the American.
Something about the look sent chills down Jonas' spine, feeling fear build up again in the pit of his stomach.
A shadow was seen in the corner of his eye making Jonas turn his head to the door. Both of his soldiers flinched back, their body tense knowing that they got caught off guard by the unknown figure.
A woman steps into the room, wearing black combat suit and if he didn't see the color of her eyes, Jonas wouldn't have recognized her as Lilith.
He felt his body go cold and freeze up. He couldn't stop staring at her. She wore a mouthpiece that covered half of her face but Jonas could see her eyes were an unnatural orange, they held no light, no trace of emotion... Her eyes sliced and illuminated through the dark doorway cutting fear through Jonas's chest.
A predator in the dark...
He's never felt so terrified than before... he feared if breathed in her direction, she'd take his life quicker than he could even blink.
The rumors were true, Schmidt did have a super soldier and it was Lilith. Jonas knew that of her name because in his high command, that name would be whispered around and tales gossiped-the name itself meant 'night monster' and 'female demon'... He recalls all that he heard about her. She had unexplainable powers that could break a person from the inside out. Unspeakable and merciless murders that were committed. Jonas knew this person had no morals or ties to anyone or thing. She was a soldier who followed orders and a killer instinct... No one was safe...
Jonas watches as Lilith walks in and Schmidt lowers his head, whispering something to her that only she could hear. Jonas watches for a reaction, a hint of anything that might give herself away of what she was about to do.
All he could was watch as Lilith hovers over the American who Jonas had forgotten about, but sees that his one good eye is wide open, pooled with fear, and is shaking slightly. Jonas realized that the American knew who she was too.
Lilith takes out something from her vest pocket and Jonas could see they were black and white photographs, but of what? She lays them out on the table in front of the American. Jonas finds himself slightly inching closer to the table and sucks in a breath as he gets a better look at them.
Three photos, each a different individual but all are dead. Each had their throats slit open. Each photo had one singular word written next to their faces. It looked as if it was written in their own blood...
"YOU"
"DID"
"THIS"
Jonas felt himself sucking in his breath and his stomach becoming queasy as he saw that two of the photos were kids. Kids whose throats were slit open!
The American wasn't looking, instead he was looking to the side, eyes closed avoiding to see what was laid out on the table. Lilith pulled off her glove and grabbed the American by his neck. He flinched, struggling to get away from her touch as if she was burning him,, but he was bound by his restraints. All Jonas could do was watch in horror as the American's face started spasming and making gurgling noises. What she was doing was unnatural.
Lilith pushes his head forward more towards the table and the American's eyes open and gazes at the photos. Lilith lets her grip go and Jonas sees the American's eyes begin to water. Realization hits Jonas seeing the American's broken expression. The photos on the table were his family...
Lilith murdered them.
Jonas couldn't believe what he signed up for. This was an ugly and messy way of getting things done and deep in his subconscious he felt the man's family blood was on his hands.
The American's head dangles down and cries softly of his loss. Jonas felt pity for him but he knew he shouldn't because he was the enemy, but his children...
"The base...." The American's voice rasps, making Jonas surprised that he had the strength to speak at all. "It lies in the ice in Antarctica...I know its coordinates...the soldiers positions, routine...I'll give up the information..."
We broke this man... We took everything from him...
Jonas glances at Schmidt who smiles cunningly. "Now we are getting somewhere."