Marlon stood naked in the cold room with two of his comrades. They shook, fearing for their lives, drugged with strange hallucinogenic mushrooms grown in Xyrael. Two State Infantrymen stood in the room with SS-15's, pointed at the men as they stood against the wall. Marlon looked to his left, his fellow Filipino's head was covered with a black bag. On the table in front of him, another naked Filipino lay strapped to a cold, metal table.
Marlon was drenched with ice water, and he couldn't help but shiver as the air conditioning poured cold air onto him. He watched a man dressed in a black suit approach the man on the table. He looked to the man whose head was covered, then to Marlon, and he smiled. "Welcome to Internal Affairs gentlemen. I hear you're part of a rebel group which has been shamelessly murdering Filipino's." He paused for several moment before his brow furled in anger: "Race traitors. You will tell us where you get your supplies."
"I don't know," Marlon pleaded.
The Agent plunged a syringe into the subjects chest, injecting a hallucinogen into the patient. The flesh made a sickly sound as the needle penetrated an organ, and blood flowed out the tiny wound. "Oh, I believe you all know." He grabbed a small cotton swab and stuffed it into the patients mouth, making sure the man could not speak. "So, are you willing to tell me?"
The man simply shook in a convulsion, and the Agent walked to a cabinet and brought out a simple hammer. "Fine." The hammer slammed into the mans knees, the sounds of bones snapping echoed throughout the room and he continued to beat at them. He tossed the bloodied hammer to the sterile floor as the Filipino screamed in agony, the cruel air conditioning the only companion the poor man had. The agent reached for a taser, and placed the electrodes in the mans wounds. "Pain is so fleeting, so lovely. I hope you enjoy it." He pressed the trigger, sending electric joults into the mans wound, his muscles twisting in agony as they massaged the broken knee caps. The agent let go of the trigger, looking to Marlon. He shook his head, then turned back to the toolbox. He pulled out a nailgun and leaned over the wailing subject, whispering a payer into his ear before crucifying the man to the table with rusted nails. He pushed a button, hoisting the chair into an upright position, and the man proceeded to hang from the table in front of Marlon, who stood in horror as the holes in his hands extended under the weight of his body.
The agent let the chair fall back into a prone position. The victim struggled to cry out his information, but he could say nothing. The cotton swab was now soaked with blood, which was slowly drowning the man. The agent pulled out a scalpel and began to make an incision over the mans chest as he seized from the pain amplified by the hallucinogens. The blade cut off the mans nipple, then cut a hole in his chest. Another agent entered the room to assist with the procedure, and the Filipino man flatlined. The extra agent grabbed a buzz saw and cut through the rib cage, and the other agent massaged the heart until it was beating again. "Oh, poor thing, I won't let you die so easily, I promise."
A State Infantryman brought Marlon closer to the patient, to his head. He kicked his calves, forcing him to his knees before the agent. The agent grabbed the buzzsaw and pressed it to the subjects forehead. "Are you sure you don't know?"
Marlon opened his mouth to speak, but the butt of the shotgun slammed into the back of his head. The man before him had stopped screaming, but the life support showed that he was still alive. The agent activated the saw, and fragments of blood and bone splattered Marlons face and he cut through the skull. It took several minutes, coating his face entirely with blood and bone, and the top of the skull fell into his lap. Before him he saw the brain of a living man, the veins still pulsing feintly. The Infantryman behind him raised his shotgun, and bits of brain clung to Marlons nose as the head was blown away in the blast. Vomit spilled from his mouth and he curled down against the floor in the fetal position, horror filling his mind. The agent grabbed his hair, forcing his mouth against the vomit and blood and brain, forcing him to eat. Marlon refused, and the disgusted agent stood and walked to the other man whose head was covered.
"What do you know?" he asked the prisoner, who simply stood shaking in fear. The agent drew a blade and swiftly cut his throat from ear to ear, blood spilling to the floor in sheets. As the corpse hit the floor, the other agent drew his pistol and unloaded his clip into the body, which shook with every shot. The agent grabbed Marlon's hair and ripped him along the floor to the toolbox.
"What do you know?" the agent repeated. "I have a dozen more of your fellow in the next room, tell me what you know and you can go with God free of sin."
Marlon weeped openly, struggling to keep a hold on his sanity. "Bustos. South plains. Funded us, Bustians. It was orders--" a single lead slug penetrated the mans skull, and his body slipped to the ground.
"Burn their bodies, burn the evidence," the agent ordered, and the soldiers moved quickly to follow.