Chapter 25 - the cold interrogation
The captured mercenary squad leader was violently dragged into the estate's soundproof subterranean safe room. He shivered uncontrollably under the harsh, blinding fluorescent lights, shackled to a heavy steel chair in the center of the room.
Sophie walked into the room, her elegant navy gown contrasting sharply with the grim, cold concrete walls. She did not raise her voice, and she did not threaten him with physical violence. The cinematic realism of her total, absolute restraint was infinitely more terrifying than any weapon.
She placed a sleek, encrypted tablet on the metal table, displaying the mercenary's hidden offshore banking accounts and the addresses of his safe houses. "I am completely draining your financial existence as we speak," Sophie whispered, her voice a low, lethal, and incredibly dangerous rumble.
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"You have exactly one minute to tell me where Marcello is hiding, or you will spend the rest of your miserable life in a federal supermax cell." The sheer psychological warfare completely shattered the coward's defenses. Weeping pathetically, he confessed everything. Marcello was operating out of an abandoned shipping warehouse on the absolute edge of the harbor.
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