Location: Sri Rama
Time: 12:25 Nov. 8, 2010
"Jaidee Chittagon?" a short man in a suit asked with a polite, but fake, smile; in his hand a picture of an attractive, slightly aged woman stepping out of a car with a much older man who obviously had his pockets stuffed with money. "Have you seen this man before?"
The woman standing before him, obviously the woman in the picture, recognized the loaded question immediately. The man was trying to set her aback, put her off her guard, make her panic. She raised her chin and drew a smug guard around herself. "What do you want?"
"Ma'am," the suit spoke again. "I'm from the Directorate of Intelligence and Counter-Espionage," he explained, "you really should cooperate."
"Dice?" Now she was startled, most of the country was not familiar with the agency beyond the acronym - Dice had replaced Intertel as the countries intelligence agency, where the military kept the peace in the North, Dice had already become known infamous in the South among those who knew what they actually did. She turned around and saw the man still holding the photo of the elderly gentleman. "Yes, I have seen him."
"I'm so very glad that you're cooperating. If you would come with me, I'm sure we can settle any issue the Directorate has," the short man stated again, his comb-over blowing in the wind. He stared at her from his chinky eyes, through the glasses that glinted with every hint of light.
She knew better than to go with the agent, she had to answer his questions here, now, publicly. She looked around her, the people seemed to be disappearing. Her heart began to beat faster, and the agent raised an eyebrow as if he could smell her growing fear.
"Ma'am?"
"If I may, I would prefer to answer your questions here," she smiled meekly.
"Of course, wherever you're most comfortable. The man in question, can you please give me his name?"
"His name is Maha Sung, he is a Minh-Sinese man, and we are having an affair," she admitted quickly. She wanted to end this conversation fast, and confessing now might give him what he needed to know.
"Does your husband know about this?"
"No," she sighed, she knew infidelity was frowned upon by the police. It wasn't quite illegal, but no one within the government took the side of an infidelous woman, or for that matter man, in an argument. The agents facial expression maintained the same frightening smile.
"What was he doing in Sri Rama?"
"Besides me?" the woman asked, trying to inject some humor into the conversation. "He never told me about his work, I just know that he owned a condo on the east side of the island, and that's where we went for the nights he came."
"Why were you having an affair?" the agent asked.
"He was a wealthy man, he bought me nice things and showed me more respect than my husband. I guess I liked the attention he gave me, how pretty he made me feel," she blushed as she continued to spill the details without much resistance. Dice was a young organization, but she'd heard enough stories to know better than to resist.
"Did her wear protection?" the agent asked.
She paused to answer the question, hesitating. "Yes, most of the time. Why?"
"When was your last period?" the agent asked her as though he knew more about her own body than she did. She paused though, wondering why the man was asking questions along this path. Did bearing his child endanger her safety?
"A little over a month ago," she stated softly after a moment. "I haven't thought about it much, I've been busy and haven't kept track of time."
The agent nodded, his smile disappearing. She knew her answer had been a mistake. "Ma'am, I'm going to need to have you come with me."
"What for?" she protested.
The agent looked at her, she could tell in his mind he was searching for a charge to press to validate the arrest - not that it really mattered. "Social agitation."
"What? How?"
"We have reason to believe that you've had relations with no less than four men, besides your husband," the agent stated calmly. The blood left her face before she had the chance to think. "When all four men are suspected of sponsoring terrorists in the North, it begins to look suspicious. Social agitation is the least of your worries, now come with me," he smiled before pulling out a pistol, the suppressor stabbing into her belly.
"Okay, okay. I'll cooperate," she choked.
Time: 12:25 Nov. 8, 2010
"Jaidee Chittagon?" a short man in a suit asked with a polite, but fake, smile; in his hand a picture of an attractive, slightly aged woman stepping out of a car with a much older man who obviously had his pockets stuffed with money. "Have you seen this man before?"
The woman standing before him, obviously the woman in the picture, recognized the loaded question immediately. The man was trying to set her aback, put her off her guard, make her panic. She raised her chin and drew a smug guard around herself. "What do you want?"
"Ma'am," the suit spoke again. "I'm from the Directorate of Intelligence and Counter-Espionage," he explained, "you really should cooperate."
"Dice?" Now she was startled, most of the country was not familiar with the agency beyond the acronym - Dice had replaced Intertel as the countries intelligence agency, where the military kept the peace in the North, Dice had already become known infamous in the South among those who knew what they actually did. She turned around and saw the man still holding the photo of the elderly gentleman. "Yes, I have seen him."
"I'm so very glad that you're cooperating. If you would come with me, I'm sure we can settle any issue the Directorate has," the short man stated again, his comb-over blowing in the wind. He stared at her from his chinky eyes, through the glasses that glinted with every hint of light.
She knew better than to go with the agent, she had to answer his questions here, now, publicly. She looked around her, the people seemed to be disappearing. Her heart began to beat faster, and the agent raised an eyebrow as if he could smell her growing fear.
"Ma'am?"
"If I may, I would prefer to answer your questions here," she smiled meekly.
"Of course, wherever you're most comfortable. The man in question, can you please give me his name?"
"His name is Maha Sung, he is a Minh-Sinese man, and we are having an affair," she admitted quickly. She wanted to end this conversation fast, and confessing now might give him what he needed to know.
"Does your husband know about this?"
"No," she sighed, she knew infidelity was frowned upon by the police. It wasn't quite illegal, but no one within the government took the side of an infidelous woman, or for that matter man, in an argument. The agents facial expression maintained the same frightening smile.
"What was he doing in Sri Rama?"
"Besides me?" the woman asked, trying to inject some humor into the conversation. "He never told me about his work, I just know that he owned a condo on the east side of the island, and that's where we went for the nights he came."
"Why were you having an affair?" the agent asked.
"He was a wealthy man, he bought me nice things and showed me more respect than my husband. I guess I liked the attention he gave me, how pretty he made me feel," she blushed as she continued to spill the details without much resistance. Dice was a young organization, but she'd heard enough stories to know better than to resist.
"Did her wear protection?" the agent asked.
She paused to answer the question, hesitating. "Yes, most of the time. Why?"
"When was your last period?" the agent asked her as though he knew more about her own body than she did. She paused though, wondering why the man was asking questions along this path. Did bearing his child endanger her safety?
"A little over a month ago," she stated softly after a moment. "I haven't thought about it much, I've been busy and haven't kept track of time."
The agent nodded, his smile disappearing. She knew her answer had been a mistake. "Ma'am, I'm going to need to have you come with me."
"What for?" she protested.
The agent looked at her, she could tell in his mind he was searching for a charge to press to validate the arrest - not that it really mattered. "Social agitation."
"What? How?"
"We have reason to believe that you've had relations with no less than four men, besides your husband," the agent stated calmly. The blood left her face before she had the chance to think. "When all four men are suspected of sponsoring terrorists in the North, it begins to look suspicious. Social agitation is the least of your worries, now come with me," he smiled before pulling out a pistol, the suppressor stabbing into her belly.
"Okay, okay. I'll cooperate," she choked.