FBI

"Office?" The driver asks.

"No." Answers the woman, "Let's not make this official just yet. Let's take him to the safe house. I'll text Maria so she's ready for us."

The vehicle speeds off. All is quiet during the trip until you hear a phone ring. The woman answers it.

"Davis." A pause, "Yes sir, we've got him." ... "Yep, yep, understood." ... "We're keeping it quiet for now." ... "Don't worry, he'll talk." ... "Understood." And she hangs up.

You are relieved to hear that these seem to be some sort of law enforcement officers. You try to muffle a defense through your gag, but you are ignored.

After what seems like at least a half hour the vehicle comes to a stop. You are taken from the vehicle and lead into a building of some sort. You are on hard wood floors and can smell a slight scent of mildew. That "old house" smell. You are lead through some rooms and then **** to sit.

"Make him comfortable." You are leaned forward and the zip tie is cut, the gag and blindfold removed.

You are sitting in a poorly lit room. You sit on a dining room chair with a table in front of you. Across from you sits a beautiful latina in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Beside her stands "Davis", the woman who has brought you here; brunette, 5 and a half feet tall, wearing a slim olive pant suit and looking like someone you don't want to fuck with. Both women are probably in their mid-30's. One of the grey suits stands at the door. Judging by the room you are in an old turn of the century house.

"Thank God." You exclaim, "Listen, this is all a big misunderstanding."

"Stop!" Orders Davis, "You slipped through Austin with your stories, but not here! We already know every contact you give us will check out, every piece of I.D. will come up legit, and you'll have a rock solid story about who you are and what you are doing here. We also know you've been able to simply talk your way out of trouble on at least three separate occasions. But not here. We know your M.O. Mr Johnson. What we need to know is how you do it and what your mission is. A deep cover SIS agent here in the U S of A, and I thought we were friends. I have to hand it to you, I can't hear a hint of an accent."

"No, seriously, you've got the wrong guy. I'm an American." You protest. "Listen, my name is..."

"Just stop, the games are over Mr Johnson. You will speak only when answering our questions, understand?" You nod, "Seriously, do not say one more fucking word until spoken to or I will shoot you in the leg myself."

Beside her the other woman clears her throat. "What is it Maria?"

Maria shifts in her seat, shooting you a sideways glace before turning back to Davis. "We should talk in another room."

The trio of agents leave, the door is locked behind them. There is a window but it is boarded up, besides you'd probably get shot if you tried to escape now. While you are scared shitless you are sure the truth will come out soon enough.

You hear talking from a floor level air vent behind you. These old houses are crap at noise reduction. Davis and Maria are talking.

Maria's voice, "Um...I've been looking over our options. Counterintelligence interrogations of covert agents from friendly nations has some strict guidelines. Each allied nation has agreed upon techniques, if we stray from these there will be hell to pay."

"Shit. What you're saying is it would be easier if he was Iranian or Chinese or something. Figures. Okay, lay it out for me, I want to get on with this!"

"Well, first off we can only hold him 24 hours before handing him over to an embassy. Second, our interrogation options are persistent questioning, mild discomfort, and/or...." she pauses a moment, "....sexual persuasion."

There is a stunned silence. Did you just hear that correctly? Davis raises her voice in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? You are kidding me. This is a typo right? Our options are to nag him or give him a fucking blowjob!?"

Maria sighs, "This is what the Brits negotiated. Don't ask me why, but those are our options."

Davis is quiet for a long moment. "Well...you are our specialist in interrogations..."

Maria responds, "That I am, and believe it or not I have extensive training for just such a scenario."

"Training for just such a...? Unbelievable." Davis exclaims. There is a long pause, you hear someone pacing back and forth. "Listen, Maria, I really want to get this guy. He's been on the loose for too long. Besides, this could make all of our careers. The Mr Johnson case will be one for the history books." Another moment of silence. "Whatever it takes to get him to talk, let's do it."

You hear one of the male agents interject "Ma'am?"

"Whatever it takes! Understood." All the other agents respond affirmatively.

"Let's hope he doesn't know about those interrogation guidelines. And hey...whatever happens in that room stays between us. This is all off the record. Okay, let's go make him talk."

You are relieved to hear they can't just kill you or make you disappear or anything, though you are a bit concerned about what counts as "mild discomfort". The "sexual persuasion" bit sounded too good to be true, if you can't convince them of your true identity things could get very interesting. You begin to wonder if you might just play along, at least for a while. You hear some rustling and walking, then the door opens.