Interrogator's History 3

Log Title: Interrogator's History 3 Characters: Location: Date: TP: Non-TP Summary: Interrogator's time in Cuba Interrogator's History Part 3: The Cuban Years. Interrogator woke, sore all over. The first thing he noticed was that there was no howling wind. The second was how warm it was. He tried to sit up slowly, opening his eyes. He was in a strange hospital room! All the signs were in Spanish! He leaned back, trying to get comfortable, and hit the nurse call button. At least he wasn't restrained. He looked around the room as he waited for the nurse. His bags were piled in a corner, but his weapons were no where in sight. It was clean, and he wasn't hooked to any machines, he looked out the window. The first thing he noticed was a palm tree with several colorful birds perched in it. A slightly older, but well-maintained limo drove down the narrow, dusty street. He did a double take when he noticed the Cuban flag prominently displayed on it. He heard a woman clear her throat and slowly turned to face the door. The nurse was heavy set, with dark eyes and hair. She smiled nervously and said something in Spanish. He carefully shook his head and asked her if she spoke Russian. The nurse smiled “Yes, I do.” “Where am I?” He sighed quietly. “Havana, Cuba.” Interrogator nodded. She handed him a letter sized manila envelope. He broke the seal on the envelope and read the letter. In it Serji explained that he had been transferred to Cuba as 'punishment' for not shooting the tiger. He also wrote that he would try to get him back to Moscow, Russia, but that he dare not try anything right now. “Politics, as usual.” Interrogator snorted to himself. The rest of the papers in the envelope were his military record and medical record, as well as his orders. He finished reading his orders and put the papers back in the envelope. He laid the envelope on the nightstand. “Will you be checking out now?” Asked the nurse. “Yes, unless there is any reason for me to stay?” “No. I will get your weapons and meet you at the desk. Will you need anything else?” “Yes, a ride to my quarters.” The nurse called to two orderlies, who grabbed Interrogator's bags and left. Interrogator picked up the envelope and followed the nurse to the vault, where he got his weapons and put on his weapon harness. He felt better with their comforting weight against his body. He checked himself out and got in the waiting jeep. The orderlie smiled and drove him to the drab base. The jeep stopped in front of the base's prison. Interrogator entered the staff quarters and found his room, the orderlie following with his bags. He picked up the room key and placed it in his pocket. The orderlie put the bags in a corner of the room. Interrogator thanked him and gave him a small tip. The orderlie smiled, pocketed the money, and left. Interrogator looked around the plain room. There was a bed, nightstand, dresser, desk and chair, a battered couch, and a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and bath tub. He sighed and began unpacking. He finished unpacking and setting up his room. He left the room, locking the door behind him. He first went to the bank and set up an account. He exchanged his Rubles and wandered around the markets, since he had a few days to settle in before he had to report to work. Seeing nothing he needed, he figured he should get back to base for dinner and meet his new coworkers. He entered the mess hall, filled his thermos with coffee and took a seat by himself. Soon, the Cuban Head Warden and his staff entered. They sat at a large table and continued their conversation in Spanish. The Warden motioned Interrogator over, and grabbing his thermos, he joined them. The Head Warden motioned to an aide and said in Russian, “This is Raul, he will be your aide and Spanish teacher. If you need anything, he is in the room to the right of yours.” “Thank you, Head Warden.” “Have you gotten settled?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” They finished their meal. Interrogator left the mess hall with Raul. They began his Spanish lessons that night. Interrogator sighed as his replacement came to take over. It had been a long day. The Head Warden kept a close eye on him and Raul shadowed him closely. At least nobody had tried to assassinate him this week. Seferino said as Interrogator left, “The Head Warden needs to see you now.” Interrogator nodded and walked to the Head Warden's office. “I wonder what he wants NOW?” He walked into the office and the secretary motioned him to sit and wait. Interrogator took a sip of coffee and waited to be shown into his office. After about an hour, the Head Warden opened his door and motioned him in. Interrogator rose and followed him. The Head Warden sat. From his previous visits, Interrogator knew there were no chairs except for the Head Warden's. He stood and waited patiently. The Head Warden eyed him carefully and said, “This has gone on long enough.” Interrogator tilted his head slightly, and waited. “While normally, I would wait and hope one of your would be assassins succeeds, but you've been...lucky. Too lucky. You also have this habit of slipping away from Raul, and reappearing just in time for work. Later I hear you've been spotted with MY rivals.” “I don't need another rival. Luckily for me, Fidel needs me to send somebody to Africa to help support a promising Communist Warlord.” The Head Warden smiled evilly, “You have an hour to pack. Dismissed!” Inside his helmet, Interrogator rolled his eyes, “Yes, sir.” Interrogator strode out of the office to pack. He had not acquired much during his stay, so it all fit into the bags he had brought with. He was on the small plane to Africa with his cat, Killer, in tow.