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could feel himself being moved to a different location, but he couldn't tell due to the amount of darkness surrounding him. All he knew was the he was taking into the back of an apartment building, by a crooked cop. He could feel himself being thrown onto a chair, a hard wooden one. His hands were uncuffed, but before he could make a move to escape, they were tied around behind the chair, by a thick rope.

He could hear footsteps, creeping closer to him, stopping directly in front of him. The figure remained still, before turning on the light above Michael's head. The light shined brightly in his face, causing him to bring his head down as far as he could, without inflicting pain on his arms. Leaning up, without looking into the light, Michael eyed Sahir.

"Sbrigati, Mostafa! Facciamola finita." Sahir said speaking Italian, so that Michael wasn't able to decode what he said.

(Hurry up, Mostafa! Let's get this over with.)

"I can understand you." Michael said before mentally scolding himself.

"Well since you can understand me, let me choose a different language." Sahir said with a dopey grin on his face. "Mwen parye ke ou pa ka konprann m 'kounye a."

(I bet you can't understand me now.)

Switching his language of choice to Haitian Creole, Sahir smirked at Michael's perplexed face.

The double door's behind Michael opened, and a figure in what Michael could guess was noisy high-heeled shoes entered. She began walking, stopping at a table that Michael just noticed was near him. Laying a briefcase on the table, she opened it. From what Michael could see, it was filled with torture gadgets.

"Who is she?" Michael asked, eyes rapidly looking from the woman to Sahir.

Sahir looked at Samia with a smirk on his face.

"That's Doctor Kayla Mostafa, she's one of the world's leading expert on the provision and control of extreme pain." Sahir said smirking at Michael, enjoying the way his white skin was reddening.

"Excuse me, miss. This lunatic is-" Michael started, but was quickly interrupted by Sahir.

"Doctor Mostafa here only speaks Haitian Creole. If you know it, speak it. If you don't, I'll be your translator." Sahir said moving to the table, standing close by Samia.

He eyed Samia as she connected a small dot, to the tablet. The dot was actually a tracker that Samia was going to place on Michael because let's face it, once they let him go, he was going to run to Madame Sinclair.

"Poukisa mwen toujou gen yon jandam move? Mwen se bon materyèl jandam." Samia said to Sahir, eyeing him, before looking back at the tablet.

(Why do I always have to be the bad cop? I'm good cop material.)

Sahir let out a chuckle, replying, "Fè reyèl isit la, siwo myèl. Mwen se yon blag, e mwen ka sèlman sa mwen konnen."

(Be real here, honey. I'm a joke, and I can only be what I know.)

Samia quickly nodded her head in agreement.

"What are you guys talking about? Is she going to do something?" Michael asked feeling lost in the conversation that was going on before him.

Sahir laughed, causing Michael to laugh with him, nervously.

"What she does depends on you. On how much your willing to tell us." Sahir said to Michael with no trace of amusement on his face.

"I can't do that." Michael quickly muttered with his eyes widening. "Please don't make me do that."

Sahir nodded his head in understanding.

"I understand that completely and I respect that, but I don't think Doctor Mostafa will." Sahir said standing up and walking behind Michael, out of his sight.

Samia, well Doctor Mostafa, walked over in front of Michael with state of the art torturing equipment. The equipment actually being two knitting needles that she connected to wires that produced electricity. On her hands were special gloves, so she wouldn't end up electrocuting herself like Sahir did once during a mission.

"The special thing about this certain device is, if you insert it a centimeter above someone's eyeball, it'll go through the center of that persons brain, sending an electric current through the persons whole body."

Samia placed the two needles close together, demonstrating the electric current that Sahir was speaking about.

"Please don't do that." Michael said over and over again, leaning back as far as he could.

Samia began to move the needles closer to Michael, stopping when she heard one of her babies crying. Being able to tell the difference between the twin's crying, Samia was able to tell that it was Seiji who was messing with their interrogation.

Coming back to stand in front of Michael, Samia handed the needles to Sahir, who had already placed gloves on his hands. Without a word, she disappeared out of the double doors, heading to calm down her crying baby.

"Who is that?" Michael asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"That," Sahir began, trailing off. "That's Professor Spencer. He was a real tough one when he came in here. Now listen to him."

Michael's face began to scrunch up in nervousness, thinking of how that could end up being him.

"If I tell you anything, how do I know you'll let me go?" Michael asked assessing his situation.

The double doors slide open, allowing Samia to come in, before they closed again.

"Li pral konfese." Sahir said sending Michael a smile.

(He's about to confess.)

Samia sent Sahir a knowing look.

"Dènye fwa ou te di sa, nou te fini chita nan yon chanm pou jou, jis pou entèwoje yon moun, olye pou yo jwi myèl nou an." Samia said sending Sahir an eye roll in remembrance.

(Last time you said that, we ended up sitting in a room for days, just to interrogate someone, instead of enjoying our honeymoon.)

Sahir laughed at Samia's comment, causing Michael to let out a nervous chuckle.

"Your just going to have to trust me." Sahir answered Michael, handing the needles back to a gloved Samia.

"Poukisa ou gen pou pote moute sot pase a? Mwen te panse mwen te fè moute pou li pandan misyon nou nan Ondiras." Sahir said to Samia as he moved back to his seat.

(Why do you have to bring up the past? I thought I made up for it during our mission in Honduras.)

Samia grunted, instead of responded. Pointing the needles close together, Samia eyed the electric current that appeared. Moving it closer to Michael, she watched the life drain start to drain from his eyes.

"Tell us who you work for?" Sahir yelled into his ear, causing him to jump.

Discretely touching his neck, Sahir placed the dot onto the back his neck.

"I only seen her once!" Michael screamed out. "She's a tall woman with a similar skin tone to the doctor. That's all I know."

"Hmm." Sahir hummed our, unconvinced. "Where can we find her?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Michael said, tears slipping out of his eyes as he watched the electric current move closer to his face.

"I don't know where she is, but I know her number by heart. That's how I communicate to her." Michael whispered in defeat.

Samia eyed Sahir, before backing up, away from Michael. Heading back towards the table, Samia put the needles down, grabbing the tablet. Entering the database that Samia created for moments like this, she entered her secret tab on Madame Sinclair.

Standing back in front of Michael, she listened as he stated Madame Sinclair's number. Samia quickly put the numbers in, seeing that it was actually a legit number. Nodding towards Sahir, Samia began to put everything back into the briefcase. Once she was done, she disappeared out the double doors.

"It seems that Dr. Mostafa is done with you, so we're going to allow you to go." Sahir said stopping when he heard loud knocking on the front door.

Samia quickly ran back into the room.

"Li bezwen ale kounye a. Ofisye yo isit la." Samia said heading towards the emergency door exit.

(He needs to go now. The officers are here.)

Sahir quickly moved behind a confused Michael, picking up his chair.

"What's going on?" Michael asked, but didn't receive a response.

Opening the door to the emergency exit, Samia watched as Sahir threw Michael down the steps, on top of an approaching Muerte.

"I am Muerte!" He screamed, before loosing his footing.

Sahir and Samia didn't stay to hear both of their groans, quickly closing the door and locking it. Samia dropped the fake lab coat she had on, on to the ground, before heading to the door. As soon as she opened it, Lieutenant Blue came bathing in.

"Where's my got damn car?" Lieutenant Blue asked with literal steam coming out of his ears.

Sahir reached into his pocket, pulling out Lieutenant Blue's keys. Throwing them to him, he sent a smile his way.

"I really thank you, lieutenant. Because of you, I'm taking the family out!"

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