Interrogation
One day I'll write a whole dedicated fic of a nasty interrogation. But for now, here's this
NSFW implied
Sniper/Scout, crossfaction
“Let me in there! Let me do it!” The RED Scout tried to shove his way past his teammates, desperate for this task. “I hate that friggin’ guy, I can totally knock out all’a his teeth.”
The RED Spy pulled him back from the door by his collar. “No, this requires a delicate hand-”
“Delicate! It’s torture, Spy, not a tea party!”
“Yes, but you misunderstand-”
“What about a tea party!” Soldier screamed.
“What’s to understand? We gotta make him talk-”
“There is a formular to this, this is a skill not some street brawl-”
“I’ll show you a street brawl!” Soldier reached for Scout’s neck.
“Soldier, stop!” Spy hissed. “We need to question the Scout!”
“Oh,” Soldier smiled. “That’s easy!”
He kept his grip on Scout’s neck and began throttling him. “Tell me your secrets!”
Spy tried to get Soldier off Scout, “Not our Scout!”
Soldier knocked Spy aside, the Frenchman bristled all over and pulled his knife out. As Scout was struggling to break free, he smacked Demoman in the face. The Scotsman frowned and pushed Scout back. Scout retaliated, hitting Demo with one hand while trying to pry Soldier off of him.
Medic walked in brandishing a syringe. “I have crafted a truth serum!”
“Docktor?”
“Yes, Heavy?”
“Is that actual truth serum or will it kill leetle Scout?”
Medic shrugged. “It’s fifty-fifty.”
“Can we please knock if off!” Engineer shouted over the brawl.
With a shake of his head, Sniper pushed past his fighting teammates and into the small closet where they were keeping the enemy Scout.
“Hey, no fair!” RED Scout suddenly pulled free of Soldier’s hold. “I wanted to torture him!”
Spy scoffed, “That idiot has no idea what he’s doing, he’s going to compromise the whole mission!”
A sharp yelp cut through the conversation, followed by a long groan.
“I supposed Stretch knows a thing or two about gettin’ folk to talk,” Engineer conceded.
“He does have a certain personality for it,” Medic agreed.
“You mean mental illness,” Spy spat back.
Another yelp came from the closet followed by, “Okay! Okay! Jeez, fine!”
Each mercenary on the other side of the door stepped a little closer, curiosity piqued. Then the doorknob turned and each scrambled back into place.
Sniper stepped out of the closet. “Intel’s underground.”
“How do you know he’s not lying?” Spy asked, skeptical.
“Fairly certain,” Sniper mumbled.
“The boy is resilient I doubt you actually got the truth out of him, allow me to pull a few teeth-” Spy made to enter the closet but Sniper quickly stepped back in.
From behind the door they heard, “Fuck! No! Please, please, please, oh god, please!”
Sniper came back out. “Yeah, he ain’t lyin’.”
His team stood back, mouths agape, and each feeling slightly inadequate.
Heavy’s eyes narrowed. “How did you-”
“How’d you friggin’ do that!” Scout demanded.
Sniper shrugged. “I can be persuasive.”
“Well, let’s get’ta planning,” Engineer clapped his hands together, and reached for some blueprints. “He tell you how to get underground?”
Everyone looked to Sniper.
The Australian silently walked back into the closet and shut the door behind him.
It was quiet for some time, so quiet that Scout and Soldier both pressed their ears against the door, eager to know what tactic could make the enemy talk. All they could hear were labored breaths.
“It don’t sound like he’s breakin’ kneecaps or nothin’,” Scout complained.
Spy stubbed out a cigarette and mumbled, “Probably using his own piss to-”
A loud scream cut Spy off.
Sniper emerged. “Entrance through the sewers, in the northwest.”
Engineer smiled. “Great, so we can make a beeline for, uh, what about sentries?”
Sniper turned on his heel and reentered the closet.
This time the BLU Scout immediately started speaking. “Oh god, c’mon! Enough! I can’t take anymore! Gimme that friggin’ doctor again!”
His shouts devolved into yelps and groans, and soon frantic begging.
Sniper returned. “We can expect at least two level three sentries and a Heavy. We got what we need? Can we cut the mongrel loose?”
“Yeah, I think we’re all set,” Engineer said.
Sniper pulled his knife from the sheath on his belt and entered the closet for one last time. This time he didn’t shut the door and the team watched as Sniper cut the ropes restraining the enemy. Each man was shocked to see the BLU Scout in perfect condition.
“You’re not killing baby man?” Heavy asked, his voice full of disapproval.
“You did not even break skin!” Medic complained.
Sniper made a dismissive grunt.
The team watched the BLU Scout stand and slowly and cautiously walk up to their Sniper.
He scratched the back of his neck and mumble, “So, uh, I got, uh maybe some more information if you, uh, wanna question me some more?”
Sniper made another grunt but nodded toward the exit. The enemy Scout trailed after the marksman, less cautious and more excited.
“What?” RED Scout looked to his teammates. Each man was looking away, a slight blush over their cheeks. “I don’t get it? He’s got more info? And he’s just gonna let Sniper torture it outta him? What the hell?”
“Scout, please shut up,” Spy sighed, and shut his eyes.
“No! What’s the deal? I don’t get it- Oohh,” it finally dawned on Scout. “He was doing sex stuff to him.”
“Yes, Scout, very good, you figured it out,” Spy said flatly.