Long Since Buried But Not Forgotten

Nov 04, 2011 18:07

Peter glanced up as the door to his room banged open. He paled as five heavily armed soldiers came in and took over, their green and brown uniforms a stark contrast with the rest of the utilitarian room. Trying to appear unconcerned he taped the keyboard as though he was entering information. Instead he was pulling up the untraceable interface and sent a message to Karis.

"I think we've been caught. Soldiers here. I'll be in touch. Stay safe." He signed off and the screen returned to his work program just as they stepped up to his desk. He swallowed hard as he looked up and realized he was surrounded by three of the soldiers. What looked to be the soldier in charge stood in front of his desk and another stood guard back at the door.

"Peter Relnik?"

"Uh, yes, can I help you gentlemen?"

"You are hereby under arrest by order of High Commander Tyranus. You will immediately cease all work and come with us." The soldier directly in front of him barked.

"Well, now, what's this all about? I haven't done anything," Peter stuttered to a halt as he felt the barrel of a stun gun press to the back of his neck. "Really now, is this necessary?"

"You will not resist and will come quietly or we 'will' use force. Now!"

"Fine, fine." Peter raised his hands and began to stand. The guard behind him spoke.

"Slowly and carefully now Relnik. I've got a mighty big itch on that trigger finger and any sudden moves may mean I'll have to scratch it."

"I, I see." Peter prayed that his trembling wouldn't be considered a sudden move. He wasn't sure he could stop it at this point. He slowly stepped away from his desk and one of the other soldiers grabbed one arm and pulled it behind him. He felt restraints being secured around his wrist and then his other arm was yanked back to join it.

"Easton, get that computer program pulled back up and start pulling information. Danks, bring him over here."

The solider in charge kicked a short chair out into an open area in the small office. Danks nudged Peter from behind toward the chair and Peter eased down onto the edge of the chair since his arms prevented him from sitting back. Danks then secured Peter to the chair though Peter wasn't sure how, he just felt the pressure as his arms were pulled back and the resistance when he pulled on them after Danks stepped around to the front of him. The gun was still pointed at Peter's temple. The phone on the belt of the lead soldier buzzed, the soldier pushed a button.

"Yeah?"

"General Graft is here Sir, chopper will touch down in five."

"Copy."

The soldier in charge leaned back to perch on the side of a desk. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the tapping of Easton on the keyboard. The tension was nearing a point where Peter felt that if something or somebody didn't break it he would choke on it. Heavy footfalls came down the hallway and stopped at the door. Peter dared a look as the soldier at the door opened it to allow a man who was obviously high ranking. All the soldiers stood at attention as he entered; even Danks stood straighter though his gun and eyes never moved from where they were targeted on Peter.

"As you were," the officer nodded to the soldiers as they relaxed. He smiled jovially and seemed relaxed. Peter allowed himself to hope that perhaps this had all been a mistake and the General would laugh and say he was free to go.

"General Graft, Relnik has been contained and awaits your questioning. Sergeant Easton is pulling the logs from the computer as requested."

"Very good Lieutenant, Hays, isn't it?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll be sure to put you in for a commendation for this, you and all your men." The general chuckled and slapped Lieutenant Hays on the shoulder. He addressed Danks next. "Stand down soldier, I just got this uniform back from the cleaners. I'd hate for you to slip and cause him to get something on it."

"Yes sir." Danks lowered his gun and stepped back. General Graft grasped Peter's shoulder with a heavy hand.

"Peter Relnik, right?" Peter nodded as he looked up at the general. "See, Peter, I can call you that can't I? Good, see, Peter, we have a problem. It seems that somebody has been slipping classified information out to the civilians and getting them all riled up. Do you know anything about that Peter?"

"Uh, no sir." Peter tried to swallow but it felt like a desert had taken over his throat.

"Don't lie to me Relnik," Graft's hand on Peter's shoulder tightened and Peter winced. "I don't like it when I'm lied to." Graft's thumb jammed into the tender flesh right above Peter's collar bone and Peter gasped and then cried out as the pressure continued to increase.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! Please stop!" Tears streamed down Peter's face. Graft leaned in close, his other hand coming to bear on Peter's other shoulder. Rage filled the general's face as he began to scream at Peter.

"Just who the hell do you think you are boy, digging up all that ancient shit and stirring up the masses! Where do you get off thinking that you had the right to share classified information that they don't understand? That shit is on a need to know basis and they don't fucking need to know!" Peter screamed in pain and then in fear as he was pushed roughly backward, the chair tipping over and spilling him to the ground.

"General Graft sir, I have her name and their meeting place," Easton spoke up from behind the desk.

"Good, did you copy all the files?"

"Almost done, I should have them all in a few more minutes sir, right here," Easton tapped the wristband he wore.

"Good, Lieutenant, set the charges and let's get Relnik back to the base. Sergeant, make sure you wipe that system when you're done."

"Yes Sir," both men replied in unison. Lieutenant Hays motioned for Danks to help Peter up off the floor and he moved back into the archives. Easton tapped at his wristband and then slapped a large magnet against the side of the computer.

"Computer is wiped sir."

"Charges have been set." Lieutenant Hays returned from the archives. Peter could already see the smoke trailing out the door behind him. He moaned in grief. All those centuries of history that he hadn't scanned in. Now they'd be lost forever.

"Let's move men, we've got a head to chop off." The words seemed to come to Peter as if through a fog. He shook his head to clear it.

"What, what do you mean?"

"We take out the leader of your little rebellion group and the rebellion ends. Now move you piece of shit!" General Graft shoved him and Peter stumbled. Danks grabbed him, the gun pointed back at his head. Peter numbly followed as he was led out of the building.

Karis, they were going to kill Karis.

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