Part 200: Tony's Interrogation
Tony lurched and twisted, as the electricity was pumped through him. They had strapped him to a wired wall apparatus and every time he didn’t answer a question, they volted him. The blind doctor lurched again, as the shock treatment continued. He screamed at every pain. He didn’t want to scream; he knew his friends could hear him. The last thing he wanted was something that would sink their morale any lower than it already was. The woman then commanded the soldier to stop. Tony leaned forward, catching his breath. The smell of his own burning wrists caught his noses with ease. “You seem . . .use to pain.” Pristine pointed out.
“You could say that,” Tony coughed.
“Why is that?”
“This is not the first time I have been tortured for information.”
“Oh?” the female soldier got curious, “ what was the first time?”
“I had my . . .forehead burned by a crazy Iraqi colonel.” The blind doctor coughed again.
“You served the Gulf?”
“Yes.”
“Name and rank then,”
“Tony Largo, Master Sergeant, with 128th under Churchill. Transferred to Special Forces unit under Major Palmer. Core man first class, Medical Officer.”
“You’re a doctor?”
“Yeah but not in the military any more. I resigned about two years ago to start a family practice. It’s my livelihood now.”
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, “ Pristine stood up and walked to him, “Well then, Tony, now that I have buttered you up, will you answer my questions?”
“If I can,” he grunted.
“How do you control the security systems?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He admitted.
Pristine snapped her fingers and the soldier turned the dial to activate the electric wall. Tony screamed, lurching up. He then gritted his teeth, holding it in until the soldier cut it off. “I will ask you again, “ the female soldier repeated, “HOW DO YOU control the Security Systems?”
“With all due respect . . . .I don’t know what you are talking about.” He admitted still.
Pristine snapped her fingers again and the soldier turned the dial again. The blind doctor felt his heart quiver as the electricity slid through his bloodstream. Every fiber of his being was on fire; nerve impulses set to overload. Then it stopped and coughed again, the urge to vomit becoming more and more increased. Pristine walked back to an old desk and picked up a piece of paper. “We have been tracking you, Tony.” She mentioned.
“Tracking ,. . .me?” he asked.
“Yes, according to our readouts, you were strange reading # 5. The Monstro approached you in the early stages of your arrival and ate someone instead of you. You deny that?”
“I don’t deny it but I didn’t see it happen, obvious.”
“Second visitation was when the Monstro led you the child’s camp. Do you deny that?”
“No, I don’t. What is the point of this?”
“The point is Tony, the Security Systems seem to be interested in you and I wanted to know why,” she looked back at the paper, “Third reading indicated that Mole came up near you, knocking you into the air. Then Monoxide hovered above you, interested in your welfare when your archer friend pulled you to safety.”
“John didn’t tell me that, “ Tony replied, genuinely surprised.
“That . . .smoke creature has killed four of my men. Why will it not hurt you nor your friends?”
“Once again . . .I don’t know,”
The soldier immediately turned the dial and volted Tony again. The blind doctor could not hide his pain; he screamed immensely. He lurched from side to side, writhing in pain. When he stopped, he leaned forward, coughing severely. “Stop for now,” Pristine ordered, “He might throw up.”
Tony leaned up and took as many deep breathes as he could handle. Pristine sighed, wondering where to go from there. She could conceivably torture him all day and so far, he hadn’t revealed anything. The blind doctor leaned forward, spitting. “Are we . .taking a break?” he asked.
“For the moment,” she told him.
“Then . .may I . . . ask you some questions?”
“Why not? Perhaps I can learn more from the questions you ask.”
“Spoken like a true interrogator,” Tony leaned back up,” You said you have been monitoring me? Is that to imply you have been monitoring the whole group?”
“Yes, we have,” she admitted.
“If you knew we were there, why not just come get us then?”
“Because we were curious about you. Several planes have past by this island many times. Yours was the first to be brought down by the Mole.”
“Brought down . .?” Tony was shocked.
“Why, yes,” Pristine giggled, “We didn’t even know that creature could fly. And yeah, up he goes, and smashes the plane from the under carriage. After you broke off into four pieces, it headed to the main beach area and make two swoops overhead. It’s second swoop was too fast, as the turbulence ignited one of the engines still active on the beach.”
“My god,” Tony whispered.
“Yes, amazing, isn’t it? So we got to thinking. Why would the Mole bring down the first plane it ever did in over 20 years? Belmont’s natural assumption; it wanted something or someone on that plane.”
Tony then leaned his head toward her, with a slight idea of what she was talking about. “You think . . .that person is me?” he asked.
“We don’t know, doctor. Strange Reading #3, which we assumed is your bald companion, was pulled by Mecha down into one of the many pits leading to the main housing area for the monsters. We still don’t know why.”
Tony blinked. “Mecha . . .Monstro . ..Monoxide and Mole. They . . .all start with the letter M?”
“Yes, we noticed that too,” Pristine pulled out a cigarette, “We can only assume it is representative of the work of Dr. Mill. He was one of the scientists who founded this place. His notes we found in a safe in one of the buildings here, contained designs and housing for four security systems.”
“If these are security systems, “ Tony leaned up, “Then what are they guarding?”
“The main complex, wherever that is. We think it’s underground but we’ve never been able to reach it. It’s too far.”
Tony said nothing. He took in everything Pristine said; trying his best to remember it even though he was certain he lost some brain cells in his torture. The woman soldier lit up her cigarette, then let the smoke trail out of her lips. “I think we will take a longer break, doctor,” Pristine whispered, “I am going to go and get some lunch. While I am gone, you think about anything you need to tell me, understood?”
“If I come up with anything, I will let you know.”
“Let’s go, Moe,” she motioned to the other soldier.
Tony rested against the metal wall. From what he could tell, Pristine was a career soldier; perhaps she was smart enough to realize that he was telling the truth, that he truly didn’t know why the security systems were attracted to him. He wondered what it all meant. Mole bringing down the ship, the creepy smoke hovering over him, and not to mention the Polliwog saving his life. Then his thoughts went to his friends, John, Marita, Mia, Jack, Kate and Hurley. He didn’t mind getting tortured as long as they left them alone.
Outside Pristine paused for another drag on her cigarette. Moe stood next to her, looking at her facial ticks. He was always fascinated with Pristine; they even had a relationship five years ago. It was mostly for sexual recreation but what else was going to happen here on the Island? “What do you think?” he asked.
“I don’t know, he’s good,” she looked back, “He’s hiding something.”
“He must know how to control the security systems. I mean why else-“
“Moe, it’s entirely possible he is not controlling them. I have been trained to look for all possible angles.”
“But the Monstro protecting him . . why would it . .Hell, what about the Mole?”
“What about it?”
“It brought the damn plane down. Why would anybody want that?”
“Actually, you just answered yourself, Moe. WHY WOULD anybody want that?”
Moe blinked and pointed at her. “Are you saying . . .the Mole . .brought down the plane of it’s own accord?”
“The Colonel was no where on the island and out of range of the security systems.” Pristine pointed out, “We already know his ability to control them is limited. Ergo, the Mole brought down the plane because it wanted to.”
“But why?”
Then in the distance a loud howl echoed. Pristine paused in her smoking to listen to the wail of Monstro. Moe stared in horror; it had been a long time since the beast had come this close to the compound. The female soldier took a final puff off of her cigarette, tossed it on the ground and then stepped on it. “Go ask it,” she muttered, walking away.
“You could say that,” Tony coughed.
“Why is that?”
“This is not the first time I have been tortured for information.”
“Oh?” the female soldier got curious, “ what was the first time?”
“I had my . . .forehead burned by a crazy Iraqi colonel.” The blind doctor coughed again.
“You served the Gulf?”
“Yes.”
“Name and rank then,”
“Tony Largo, Master Sergeant, with 128th under Churchill. Transferred to Special Forces unit under Major Palmer. Core man first class, Medical Officer.”
“You’re a doctor?”
“Yeah but not in the military any more. I resigned about two years ago to start a family practice. It’s my livelihood now.”
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, “ Pristine stood up and walked to him, “Well then, Tony, now that I have buttered you up, will you answer my questions?”
“If I can,” he grunted.
“How do you control the security systems?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He admitted.
Pristine snapped her fingers and the soldier turned the dial to activate the electric wall. Tony screamed, lurching up. He then gritted his teeth, holding it in until the soldier cut it off. “I will ask you again, “ the female soldier repeated, “HOW DO YOU control the Security Systems?”
“With all due respect . . . .I don’t know what you are talking about.” He admitted still.
Pristine snapped her fingers again and the soldier turned the dial again. The blind doctor felt his heart quiver as the electricity slid through his bloodstream. Every fiber of his being was on fire; nerve impulses set to overload. Then it stopped and coughed again, the urge to vomit becoming more and more increased. Pristine walked back to an old desk and picked up a piece of paper. “We have been tracking you, Tony.” She mentioned.
“Tracking ,. . .me?” he asked.
“Yes, according to our readouts, you were strange reading # 5. The Monstro approached you in the early stages of your arrival and ate someone instead of you. You deny that?”
“I don’t deny it but I didn’t see it happen, obvious.”
“Second visitation was when the Monstro led you the child’s camp. Do you deny that?”
“No, I don’t. What is the point of this?”
“The point is Tony, the Security Systems seem to be interested in you and I wanted to know why,” she looked back at the paper, “Third reading indicated that Mole came up near you, knocking you into the air. Then Monoxide hovered above you, interested in your welfare when your archer friend pulled you to safety.”
“John didn’t tell me that, “ Tony replied, genuinely surprised.
“That . . .smoke creature has killed four of my men. Why will it not hurt you nor your friends?”
“Once again . . .I don’t know,”
The soldier immediately turned the dial and volted Tony again. The blind doctor could not hide his pain; he screamed immensely. He lurched from side to side, writhing in pain. When he stopped, he leaned forward, coughing severely. “Stop for now,” Pristine ordered, “He might throw up.”
Tony leaned up and took as many deep breathes as he could handle. Pristine sighed, wondering where to go from there. She could conceivably torture him all day and so far, he hadn’t revealed anything. The blind doctor leaned forward, spitting. “Are we . .taking a break?” he asked.
“For the moment,” she told him.
“Then . .may I . . . ask you some questions?”
“Why not? Perhaps I can learn more from the questions you ask.”
“Spoken like a true interrogator,” Tony leaned back up,” You said you have been monitoring me? Is that to imply you have been monitoring the whole group?”
“Yes, we have,” she admitted.
“If you knew we were there, why not just come get us then?”
“Because we were curious about you. Several planes have past by this island many times. Yours was the first to be brought down by the Mole.”
“Brought down . .?” Tony was shocked.
“Why, yes,” Pristine giggled, “We didn’t even know that creature could fly. And yeah, up he goes, and smashes the plane from the under carriage. After you broke off into four pieces, it headed to the main beach area and make two swoops overhead. It’s second swoop was too fast, as the turbulence ignited one of the engines still active on the beach.”
“My god,” Tony whispered.
“Yes, amazing, isn’t it? So we got to thinking. Why would the Mole bring down the first plane it ever did in over 20 years? Belmont’s natural assumption; it wanted something or someone on that plane.”
Tony then leaned his head toward her, with a slight idea of what she was talking about. “You think . . .that person is me?” he asked.
“We don’t know, doctor. Strange Reading #3, which we assumed is your bald companion, was pulled by Mecha down into one of the many pits leading to the main housing area for the monsters. We still don’t know why.”
Tony blinked. “Mecha . . .Monstro . ..Monoxide and Mole. They . . .all start with the letter M?”
“Yes, we noticed that too,” Pristine pulled out a cigarette, “We can only assume it is representative of the work of Dr. Mill. He was one of the scientists who founded this place. His notes we found in a safe in one of the buildings here, contained designs and housing for four security systems.”
“If these are security systems, “ Tony leaned up, “Then what are they guarding?”
“The main complex, wherever that is. We think it’s underground but we’ve never been able to reach it. It’s too far.”
Tony said nothing. He took in everything Pristine said; trying his best to remember it even though he was certain he lost some brain cells in his torture. The woman soldier lit up her cigarette, then let the smoke trail out of her lips. “I think we will take a longer break, doctor,” Pristine whispered, “I am going to go and get some lunch. While I am gone, you think about anything you need to tell me, understood?”
“If I come up with anything, I will let you know.”
“Let’s go, Moe,” she motioned to the other soldier.
Tony rested against the metal wall. From what he could tell, Pristine was a career soldier; perhaps she was smart enough to realize that he was telling the truth, that he truly didn’t know why the security systems were attracted to him. He wondered what it all meant. Mole bringing down the ship, the creepy smoke hovering over him, and not to mention the Polliwog saving his life. Then his thoughts went to his friends, John, Marita, Mia, Jack, Kate and Hurley. He didn’t mind getting tortured as long as they left them alone.
Outside Pristine paused for another drag on her cigarette. Moe stood next to her, looking at her facial ticks. He was always fascinated with Pristine; they even had a relationship five years ago. It was mostly for sexual recreation but what else was going to happen here on the Island? “What do you think?” he asked.
“I don’t know, he’s good,” she looked back, “He’s hiding something.”
“He must know how to control the security systems. I mean why else-“
“Moe, it’s entirely possible he is not controlling them. I have been trained to look for all possible angles.”
“But the Monstro protecting him . . why would it . .Hell, what about the Mole?”
“What about it?”
“It brought the damn plane down. Why would anybody want that?”
“Actually, you just answered yourself, Moe. WHY WOULD anybody want that?”
Moe blinked and pointed at her. “Are you saying . . .the Mole . .brought down the plane of it’s own accord?”
“The Colonel was no where on the island and out of range of the security systems.” Pristine pointed out, “We already know his ability to control them is limited. Ergo, the Mole brought down the plane because it wanted to.”
“But why?”
Then in the distance a loud howl echoed. Pristine paused in her smoking to listen to the wail of Monstro. Moe stared in horror; it had been a long time since the beast had come this close to the compound. The female soldier took a final puff off of her cigarette, tossed it on the ground and then stepped on it. “Go ask it,” she muttered, walking away.
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