The Ice Box, version two
In which our heroine escapes the US military
Hello, readers! As promised, a story, which I decided to make an escape from the US military rather than the CIA. They don’t come across as very nice, but given the Hegseth attitude and how Trump is comandeering the military to do stupid things for him- AND threatening my country as well as others- well… too bad.
I have a few other post ideas in mind, including one about finding your path after a long period of inactivity or, possibly, lack of opportunity. Sometimes an opportunity is invisible just because you can’t see it yet, and sometimes that’s your mindset, and sometimes that’s the mindsets of others who influence you.
For now: enjoy!
The Ice Box version 2
They bound my hands behind me, unhooded me, and I saw them- three fairly well-fed members of the United States military in full uniform, medals glinting at me, names displayed, all three of them very confident in their postures that I was the subordinate and they were in control.
“Tell us what you know.”
I said nothing. I did not move.
“Tell us how you did it.”
I said nothing. I did not move.
One of them picked up a device. I wasn’t sure what it was, I was too busy watching their faces, their limbs, to pay attention to some object that wasn’t going to hurt me.
“This will shoot 20,000 volts into your spine, if I place it there,” said the man holding it. His name was Jones.
I said nothing. I did not move.
“I can place it on your throat,” he said. “You will never speak or swallow again.”
I said nothing. I did not move.
“Ok, ok,” said another one. Blond. Name of McKenzie.
“How would you like to be unbound? How would you like something to eat? Maybe a place to rest that is comfortable, dark?”
They had been keeping me in a brightly lit room where I had to sleep on the concrete floor.
I said nothing, but I did focus on him.
He was nervous.
They all were nervous.