LJ Idol- Week 11 Tiger Team
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fausts_dreamI eat alone at the cafeteria table. They all have their cliques, bonds formed in combat, flight school, or among banks of computers at top secret government sites.
I eat my steak well done, there would be blood soon enough. Still it seems a shame that there is no one at the table for me to tell jokes. I tell an excellent joke. Later these men and women will brag about the revered operators and medal winners they work with on the operation and how many lives they save. None will brag about having worked alongside The Man from Amarillo. It matters not, I am compensated well for work I enjoy.
"Are you almost ready?", the suit asks. I pop the rest of the cheesecake in my mouth. "Allow me to prepare my tools."
The subject smells, not the honest smell of a working man's body odor, that particular scent of fear.
Some in my profession like to utilize sleep deprivation and withhold food. I like my subjects rested and fed and knowing that mere minutes ago they had a life worth looking forward to.
I stroke the brown young man's curly hair, it is healthy and full. My own bald pate, horn rimmed glasses and lab coat presenting kind of the iconic media image of what I am.
The young man looks strong, he might last for well over an hour.
"It will begin soon, they say I'm a monster, I am not wholly so, I would like to see this proceed with as little pain and bloodshed as possible, but that is your decision not mine."
He spits at my face, I just smile. The guards knock him around, I am not impressed, they would knock me around too, if they thought they could get away with it.
"You will be tempted to say whatever you think I want to hear to make me stop, once it begins. Unfortunately for you we have some details already, which only the truth will satisfy."
"The other men on this mission have years of very specific training. I wish I could claim such impressive credentials, I inherited a certain something...my father was something of an artist and a scientist of pain and suffering. And my mother taught me a lot about the limits of human endurance."
I stroke the young man's hair again. "It's the little things you will miss, the ability to walk to the bathroom to take a piss instead of just pissing wherever you happen to be and the piss staying there, cooling and stinking, until someone changes you."
"One last chance, you see there's nothing to be done about the outcome. And no one, absolutely no one, will know or care how brave you were. There's a young very well trained man who will come in here and get your information, I will leave with my little toolbox and no one will ever know."
He spat again, I put up my hand to prevent the guards from hitting him.
"I see, unfortunate. Which is your dominant hand, the right or the left? After I turned 8 years old I had something of an obsession with fire"..I mused to no one in particular, as I opened the top drawer.
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I eat my steak well done, there would be blood soon enough. Still it seems a shame that there is no one at the table for me to tell jokes. I tell an excellent joke. Later these men and women will brag about the revered operators and medal winners they work with on the operation and how many lives they save. None will brag about having worked alongside The Man from Amarillo. It matters not, I am compensated well for work I enjoy.
"Are you almost ready?", the suit asks. I pop the rest of the cheesecake in my mouth. "Allow me to prepare my tools."
The subject smells, not the honest smell of a working man's body odor, that particular scent of fear.
Some in my profession like to utilize sleep deprivation and withhold food. I like my subjects rested and fed and knowing that mere minutes ago they had a life worth looking forward to.
I stroke the brown young man's curly hair, it is healthy and full. My own bald pate, horn rimmed glasses and lab coat presenting kind of the iconic media image of what I am.
The young man looks strong, he might last for well over an hour.
"It will begin soon, they say I'm a monster, I am not wholly so, I would like to see this proceed with as little pain and bloodshed as possible, but that is your decision not mine."
He spits at my face, I just smile. The guards knock him around, I am not impressed, they would knock me around too, if they thought they could get away with it.
"You will be tempted to say whatever you think I want to hear to make me stop, once it begins. Unfortunately for you we have some details already, which only the truth will satisfy."
"The other men on this mission have years of very specific training. I wish I could claim such impressive credentials, I inherited a certain something...my father was something of an artist and a scientist of pain and suffering. And my mother taught me a lot about the limits of human endurance."
I stroke the young man's hair again. "It's the little things you will miss, the ability to walk to the bathroom to take a piss instead of just pissing wherever you happen to be and the piss staying there, cooling and stinking, until someone changes you."
"One last chance, you see there's nothing to be done about the outcome. And no one, absolutely no one, will know or care how brave you were. There's a young very well trained man who will come in here and get your information, I will leave with my little toolbox and no one will ever know."
He spat again, I put up my hand to prevent the guards from hitting him.
"I see, unfortunate. Which is your dominant hand, the right or the left? After I turned 8 years old I had something of an obsession with fire"..I mused to no one in particular, as I opened the top drawer.
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Date: 2025-09-30 04:40 pm (UTC)Fully aware of the social stigma, but unconcerned with it.
I stroke the brown young man's curly hair, it is healthy and full.
SO CREEPY! Nope I wouldn't eat with him either. LOL
You did a great job creating a truly repugnant character. And, as despised as they are, our society always finds a place for them somewhere.
Dan
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Date: 2025-10-01 12:21 am (UTC)And I liked having the trained Killers not even wanting to be around him, yet the mission doesn't do much without him.
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Date: 2025-10-01 02:00 am (UTC)I also liked the creepiness of this detail, and it was a perfect follow-up to the previous sentence.
After I turned 8 years old I had something of an obsession with fire
Well, that's ominous. :O
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