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- Thought I would give this a try considering it is on the RAIDERS wiki as a spec we can do
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A11 Interrogation - Combat Interrogation
It seemed like the natural thing for the biggest RAIDER to get trained in interrogation, so he of course signed up for training. The person in charge was a sergeant by the name of Sean, and Heliwer was to report to him at one of the lecture halls. When he got there, he noticed there were only about ten people who were going to attend the lecture, himself included.
Either this is a bogus course, or we’re the only guys who are able to stomach it. Sean was a tall and fair haired man, but the way he carried himself spoke volumes before he even opened his mouth. “Good morning all.” He began. “I am Sergeant Sean. If you couldn’t tell that before I started to begin my schpeel, feel free to go.” That comment let a few chuckles resound in the hall. “As you have noticed, it is my job to let you guys know how to deal with soldiers, how to interrogate on the front lines quickly and efficiently. I have done this so many times I cannot count on my hand. That means I’ve done it eleven times.”
Another chuckle emitted from the group. He smiled as he knew he was slowly getting them to be more attentive. “Now, I have some handy props here that will help me demonstrate some of these techniques and some pictures that can be put up on the holo-display. To start-” He reached under the table and grabbed a hand made out of fiberglass, then put it on the table. “As you all know, you must be careful with fingers.” Suddenly, he pulled out a small hammer and smashed one of the fingers off, making everyone flinch. “They break easy.” He continued to break each finger until just the palm remained, which he just tossed into the nearby trash can. Another hand was produced, this time made out of some of that weird stuff that has the same consistency as real human skin, as well as a large knife.
“Fingers are also easy to cut off.” Sean continued nonchalantly, proceeding to hack off each finger knuckle by knuckle. “This way, you have more to cut off.” He explained. “Now, the purpose of removing extremities is to get him to talk, to tell you what you need to know. Of course, the same tactics can be used on their toes if you run out of fingers. Some guys will say that threatening to blow their kneecaps off, and when they don’t cooperate to actually do so is a good way, and I have to agree. Don’t be afraid to put your own twist on things. I’ve shot off fingers, toes, hands, feet, and then blown the kneecaps off of one of the guys I’ve interrogated.”
“Geeze, this guy is psycho!” One of the other troopers whispered a bit too loudly.
“One needs to be a bit psycho to be an interrogator, corporal.” A curt, venomous response from the sergeant startled everyone.
“Well then,” Heliwer cleared his throat. “I should be good at it in that case. I was on Thyveck. Six months stuck on a planet where everyone is out to get you and where your all alone for most of it is enough to break a lot of people. In order to survive, I turned a little psychotic, eventually cooling down near the end. I’m still legally sane, corp, I know who to shoot and who not to shoot. But if it is needed, I can unleash that side of me. That probably means I’ll be good at combat interrogation.”
The room was silent for a minute before the sergeant brought up some pictures that are… let’s just say not for guys who value their manhood. “This is a nasty piece of work.” He resumed. “Lighter and paper equals fire. Poor bastard. Had to make sure that I’d shoot him in the head before he would tell me anything. This is to be used only in extreme conditions.” Next came a fake torso and that knife again, cutting and gouging. “Make cuts on the body. Heck, cut out chunks, but not too big. Make sure you put salt on the wounds to make them hurt like a mother.”
On and on the lecture went, picture after disturbing picture, technique after horrid technique. One or two of the other guys got sick and had to throw up. “All right,” Sean sighed. “Take five minutes to empty your guts, get a drink, whatever. But come back.” Heliwer got up and needed a bit of something, so he followed the corporal and another senior sergeant to get a beer. “I can’t take much more of it.” The younger of the three complained. “I’m regretting I ever signed up for this course.”
“Why the hell did you do so in the first place?” The other senior sergeant, who had introduced himself as Johan, asked with a bit of annoyance. “You know that interrogation isn’t pretty.”
“Yeah, but… I wanted to get this training so I could interrogate, not torture.”
“Torture is ninety percent of interrogation.” Heliwer said after taking a big gulp of his beer. “The other ten is setting it up, asking the questions, getting the answers, and disposing of the guy.”
“Oh, and of course the psycho would know that.”
“Knock it off!” Johan yelled, startling a few of the patrons. “It’s almost over. Just need to do the final test and we’re done. Ok? No more fighting.”
They trickled their way in where they saw a fake human body lying on the table, and next to it on a smaller table a knife and a hammer. “For your final test, I want one of you to do something to the interrogee here, a twist on something I taught you. Heliwer Garrath! You’re up.”
Slowly he made his way down to the table, examining his weapons of choice. After a few seconds, he smashed the hammer into the fingers and toes of the body. “You brought this on yourself pal for not telling us what we want to know.” He muttered under his breath. Then, using his strength, he busted the kneecaps. He stood there panting as the sergeant started applauding. “Good job, Heliwer. Hope you remember these techniques when your out on the field. They’ll provide results and help you save more lives. I’ll send word to headquarters to let them know that the RAIDERS have a new combat interrogator in their ranks.
