!em3oEn8LAg 04/15/11(Fri)16:49 No.14604945|
"I'm not here to make a job offer," you say, moving closer and sitting across the low table from Mahmoud.
"Well, good. Nothing personal, my friend, but where the soviets are an obvious threat, I feel yours is subtler and more insidious still. I am always wary of authority figures claiming to hold my best interests at heart, because we are only ever tools in their eyes, to be used and discarded. I hope to teach my nephew," he gestures to the door, "to utilize the same discretion, and I would urge you to do the same."
You look to the door, then back at the man, trying to look as urgent as possible.
"There isn't much time." you begin.
"Wh-what?" he says.
"Your nephew has a special gift. We're not so different, he and I. Where he is an... energy conduit?... while I possess the ability to exude a fast acting and deadly poison into the air around me. There's an antidote, but I need to know why you're targeted for assassination."
"Targeted for..." Mahmoud swallows hard, eyes darting around the room.
"No cries for help please. The more nervous I get, the more poison you get. I'm the only help you have right now."
"I don't know!" he hisses. "Why would the CIA want to kill an interpreter?! If you've been led to believe that I'm some sort of informant, some sort of soviet agent," he coughs nervously, "sir, be reasonable. Who will raise the boy if you kill me? I am his only family."