if we have to answer for it at all.” Quenton looked at Whitney then. “The other directors were in on this?”
“You believe this fantasy?” Whitney asked incredulously.
“Every word of it. Thomas does not lie, because he does not have to. The warehouse should have been all you needed for proof of that. On top of being a traitor, you are an idiot. Answer my questions or by God I will have Mr. Connor here take over the interrogation.”
Whitney then looked over at Connor, who smiled affably at him. “Please don’t talk Gordie. You and I can have such fun.”
Whitney’s entire countenance dropped. He stared at the table in front of him for a moment, and then began talking. For the next two hours, they sat enthralled at Whitney’s tale of hidden Swiss accounts, and payoffs at the highest level of the departments charged with the security of the United States. They listened to cover-ups of drug sales, gun running, and the white slave trade, as bargaining chips with the Red Chinese middle man Pierre. Whitney finished talking and looked up at Quenton. Quenton looked over at Connor, who nodded.
“Luckily for you, Thomas here thinks you have told us the entire story.” Quenton switched off the recorder. “Do you have anything else Thomas?”
Connor took a notebook out of his suit pocket, and placed it in front of Whitney with a pen. “Write down all of your passwords, and account numbers Gordie. Then give me the phone numbers and details of how you contact Pierre or your Red Chinese buddies. I want to know where you store your personal computer, and where all of your personal residences are. Do you have any family Gordie?”
“No,” Whitney picked up the pen. “Will I live if I do this?”
Connor smiled. “You are in a position unsuitable for bargaining Gordie. Do as I tell you.”
Connor watched him work on the list for the next twenty minutes. As he started to put down the pen, Connor stopped him. “Sign at the bottom Gordie.”
Whitney signed his name at the bottom of the final page. Connor took the pad and returned it to his suit coat pocket. “Can you hold Gordie here incognito Derek?”
“Of course, but what will we need him here for?”
“Just as a hedge against some final touches I may have to put on an idea I have in mind,” Connor told him. “He can never go to court anyway.”
“No,” Quenton agreed, “but we do have a tribunal in the intelligence services to handle rogue agents, or in Whitney’s case, directors.”
“Good,” Connor nodded. “Can you put him away for now, while we finish our meeting?”
Derek reached under the table again and hit another switch. A minute later two armed guards came into the room. “Take this man out and get him into prison garb. Then put him into the solitary confinement wing. Do not allow him access to anyone or anything. If you have any trouble with him at all, call me immediately.”
The two guards got Whitney up without any acknowledgement other than a nod. Connor waited for the door to close behind the men as they left. He turned to Quenton. “I want Nate in with me Derek. Can you get him transferred into our department? He will be working exclusively with me on special status. You should have some pull when you break this open.”
“I will have far more power than you think Thomas. You have removed everyone between me, and the top. I had my suspicions. When I asked if you could check on some of the meetings, I was afraid of something gone awry. I never thought it included the entire directorship. You have done an incredible job Thomas. No offence to your friend Nate here, but what would you want with an assassin?”
“Nate here will no longer be working as an assassin,” Connor replied. “He may have to kill someone while working with me, but he will no longer be doing wet work.”
“Very well then,” Quenton agreed. “What do you have in mind for him, if I may ask?”
“Nate will be running something on the outside for me I
“You believe this fantasy?” Whitney asked incredulously.
“Every word of it. Thomas does not lie, because he does not have to. The warehouse should have been all you needed for proof of that. On top of being a traitor, you are an idiot. Answer my questions or by God I will have Mr. Connor here take over the interrogation.”
Whitney then looked over at Connor, who smiled affably at him. “Please don’t talk Gordie. You and I can have such fun.”
Whitney’s entire countenance dropped. He stared at the table in front of him for a moment, and then began talking. For the next two hours, they sat enthralled at Whitney’s tale of hidden Swiss accounts, and payoffs at the highest level of the departments charged with the security of the United States. They listened to cover-ups of drug sales, gun running, and the white slave trade, as bargaining chips with the Red Chinese middle man Pierre. Whitney finished talking and looked up at Quenton. Quenton looked over at Connor, who nodded.
“Luckily for you, Thomas here thinks you have told us the entire story.” Quenton switched off the recorder. “Do you have anything else Thomas?”
Connor took a notebook out of his suit pocket, and placed it in front of Whitney with a pen. “Write down all of your passwords, and account numbers Gordie. Then give me the phone numbers and details of how you contact Pierre or your Red Chinese buddies. I want to know where you store your personal computer, and where all of your personal residences are. Do you have any family Gordie?”
“No,” Whitney picked up the pen. “Will I live if I do this?”
Connor smiled. “You are in a position unsuitable for bargaining Gordie. Do as I tell you.”
Connor watched him work on the list for the next twenty minutes. As he started to put down the pen, Connor stopped him. “Sign at the bottom Gordie.”
Whitney signed his name at the bottom of the final page. Connor took the pad and returned it to his suit coat pocket. “Can you hold Gordie here incognito Derek?”
“Of course, but what will we need him here for?”
“Just as a hedge against some final touches I may have to put on an idea I have in mind,” Connor told him. “He can never go to court anyway.”
“No,” Quenton agreed, “but we do have a tribunal in the intelligence services to handle rogue agents, or in Whitney’s case, directors.”
“Good,” Connor nodded. “Can you put him away for now, while we finish our meeting?”
Derek reached under the table again and hit another switch. A minute later two armed guards came into the room. “Take this man out and get him into prison garb. Then put him into the solitary confinement wing. Do not allow him access to anyone or anything. If you have any trouble with him at all, call me immediately.”
The two guards got Whitney up without any acknowledgement other than a nod. Connor waited for the door to close behind the men as they left. He turned to Quenton. “I want Nate in with me Derek. Can you get him transferred into our department? He will be working exclusively with me on special status. You should have some pull when you break this open.”
“I will have far more power than you think Thomas. You have removed everyone between me, and the top. I had my suspicions. When I asked if you could check on some of the meetings, I was afraid of something gone awry. I never thought it included the entire directorship. You have done an incredible job Thomas. No offence to your friend Nate here, but what would you want with an assassin?”
“Nate here will no longer be working as an assassin,” Connor replied. “He may have to kill someone while working with me, but he will no longer be doing wet work.”
“Very well then,” Quenton agreed. “What do you have in mind for him, if I may ask?”
“Nate will be running something on the outside for me I
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