Washington Monument Terror

"Good. I'll be here watching, I'll keep you up to date on any changes."

"Fine." I could tell he was being professional because Amy was still in the room.

She grinned as she got up. "All set." She winked at me as she walked out the door.

Keith bit his lip as he scratched the side of his face. "I really hate doing interrogations. I just hope this guy gives in before we have to go further than just talking." He signed.

"I hate doing them too. But I always tell myself that what we do during the course of the day saves innocent lives."

"Very true, I tell myself that too."

I looked up as the other door was opened and Hayden led Cyrus in, sat him down at the table and cuffed him to it, then walked out.

I squeezed Keith's hand; he smiled and took the file. He picked up the ear piece off the desk and placed it in his ear. As he stepped into the room I sat down at the desk.

"Mr. Cyrus." Keith dropped the file on the desk. "It seems as if you have gotten yourself into some trouble." Cyrus said nothing as Keith sat down on the opposite side of the table. "We can make this easy or hard. Your choice."

Cyrus glared at Keith. "I've nothing to tell you."

"We'll see about that." Keith nodded to Travis who grabbed the blindfold and ear muffs, and hooked up the devices. Cyrus would be deprived of all of his five senses for the next twenty minutes causing him anxiety and disorientation. Keith turned up the thermostat as he left the room.