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The Barn [Both flashback & Present] Jason, Shalimar Fearless obedient in social mute constricted breeze flow interaction, agreed in occasional and gradual timid adjustment in the cold stung air. That streamed on a vague flow underneath and through sporatic semi- cracked a'jar broidened (strong hold) guarded windows. Tremblin' water-works were in fact repetitious in a almost assault taunt in thrushing submerge washes slained against the lower iron induced exterior of the Yatch's outside structure. Fluctuation keened-in accepted obedience that surrendered through each vivid interact ripple shuffle of lake water that continues maintaining social nag the late fall atmosphere rendered in the drafting blows (winds). That did eventually reduced against an unresistable current, and/or pentalizing tide for a lake that is. Thus long-assed shadow fire rapids increased during a cold spue bombarding inside the common level living room. It wasn't as worse off as most would bash off complaints about, giving the fact we're not sailing aboard on the dead cold of the ocean - that and their is a gigantic mountain blockage for preventing the full course of the expected climate for being this late in the season. Destination claimed this spot about a good few footed miles opposite at least, a two hours give or take, swim or paddle up the creak. North and East is baracaded off in the middle of the Ozark Mountains, on the opposite is a court of either espionage cia relation departments, MO-Bureau, Basic Black [Spy FBI, CIA Division], the WSB spy agency aka World Security Bureau, Black Ops, and a handfull of Bourne Enterprises businesses including Webb Bio, to enlist several businesses. Each single-one remained in a secluded retained terrain (area), Missouri as we all witnessed as been a heart of unpreserved, official and/or unofficial business standard growth. The world breaks everyone and afterward most are provened strong at the broken places, thus Jason contimplated an understanding the bull shit that Shalimar has dealt with since square one of her period in Genomex and beneath Mason Ekhart's brutal and betrayal control. You provide an organization your entire-self just about, believing in this piece of Government controlled operation then BAM! Without valuable and/or validated 'heads up' things weren't what we thought. Treadstone/Blackbriar wasn't nothing short different from Genomex, to be broad-minded out spoken an up front, there is a CIA owned lab in their covert-ops operations agencies where there is a shit load of subject testing. A second independence covert intelligence unissued for discussion team, proclaimed to be for a straight forward black ops code that calls themselves Operation Outcome. Operation Outcome is a so-called pg-13th concept of cloaking it's realistic black-listing motivational unrestricted tactics, aka it's our basic Treadstone, but without the inconsistency. A member of Operation Outcome, a Devense Department black ops program which enhances the physical and mental abilities of field operatives through pills referred to as "chems". Meanwhile, the Blackbriar and Treadstone programs are publicly exposed, Jason refused the risk - severe threats in the chance of allowing certain mole agents getting off scott-free. Thus leading the FBI and Select Committe on Intelligence to investigate ex-CIA Dep. Director Pamela Landy, besides it eliminated her none-stop stalking obsession with JB, the bitch induced a killer serum in his vials that would of caused his genetic enhanced blood to scramble in kaous--cause him on the brink to a damn mental break-down or short temper until he collapsed into a permanent coma that's what the 'killer agent' would of done. When Jason stated he'd be the last man standing, if that is what it took to stay alive, that's what he is set on to do--because he'll live to protect his kids, family, friends and to be damn sure no one gets corrupted by people like this. So guess it's as if he is breathing to make amends, clean up the underground ops of the Government's messes. Blackbriar's ex- new Treadstone clinical superivsor and researcher Dr. Albert Hirsch and CIA Director Exra Kramer. Kramer requests help from Eric Byer, a retired Air Force colonel responsible for overseeing the CIA's clandestine operations. Byer discovers potentially damaging video on the Internet in which the lead researchers for Treadstone and Outcome appear together at professional functions in public. To prevent the Treadstone investigation from finding and revealing Outcome's top-secret scientific advances, Byer decides to end Outcome and kill its agents. He sees this sacrifice as acceptable because the government has already separately initiated next-generation "beta programs" like LARX. Villains do fall, and when it's their time it's for good - in the end of a afternoon's final hour or an assignment the thing he lives for the most, is rejoining to his home, doing family activities with his kids and grandkids. Building motorcycles, rebuilding engines but getting his kids involved, it's more personal and means something at the end of the night, then holding his wife feeling her heart's thrusting vibration, knowing he's worth it whilst he tells her each hour of the day, that she is worth everything and doesn't regret a thing in their life that they've accomplished together -and loving her is just the beginning of how important she is to him. "There is a saying in Tibetan, 'Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.'No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that's our real disaster." "You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength." Stout-hearted �@ desolation Windsome espionage �@ [ Now] [occ: Shalimar can read this one. The last remark is for her.] Part I Leaving the Yatch to the Missouri Beau- Department [Bourne Enterprises Basic Black/Black Ops.] The marriage wasn't at a downfall prior of Shalimar asking for JB's help, due to the fact that Kat and he had a fun night on the Ship where an assignment occurred he rode her back on his motorcycle. Afterwards he spent owned and claimed hours working in-on odd hours in the damn barn on a anniversary present for his wife Kat, when this all decided to blow up in his damn face! It doesn't matter his wife walked out on him, truth is he wasn't worth it to her. However it wasn't going black out how it'll effect him being a father, a good father at that or a possible husband for who he meets in the future, but it'll take a lot for him to come around for that. For not it's his kids, grandkids, extended family, and work. " You don't think I am able to commit to this? I am not afraid of you or the government goons. Don't forget I built 'Black Ops' do you acknowledge what it stands for? The conduct that goes on with it? The black listed cases and investigations, assignments that are involved ? It isn't normal---my grandfather James, Sgt. James C. Bourne to be exact died giving a demon his life in exchange that I live through the ordeal of the whole river incident that the fisherman pulled me out of. Paranormal has been around me. Do you realize the Government's fear of me being release was because they were scared of me--and what I could do. This blood is not normal human man blood no more either Shalimar, ever since Black Briar decades ago--i have not been an average man. You want secrets, i've been genetically enhanced." he obided official truth he came out and invested as a trust in telling her how it is. Whilst including her in on how he is able to handle just about what is thrown at him, with the actual facts that he wasn't normal or unacknowledged of mutants. Zoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom. Adrenaline gashed wind rushed underneath the notorious trusted Harley's, strong obedient firestone rear tire as it driven through the ominious woods. Shalimar left on a handed over jeep left at the peak of the forest trail, Jason didn't stick around neither. Neither did he neglect his priorities ever! Including being a husband and father first, with that comes occasional sacrifices. Such as a man who is dead on protecting his own, (family) no matter the cost - that is original ex-marine instinct in him also that enhances the natural husband and father instincts. Although as men we don't speak it out loud, but it does make a difference that we are wanted, wanted by the woman we give our entire selves to-- About an actual half hour he stauled at the destination of arriving at Bourne Enterprises, their secondary Black Ops Beau-division it claimed discreet providential enclosed in neighborhoods in the heart gut center of Missouri's district offices. Business were among many, ventures Jason has been accustomed to. --but the last time this primary visit was a definite long time coming. Jet black, steel Harley Davidson 'notorious' cycle, parked outside. Cock-eyed leaned, in a specific CEO parking space, while blank spaces were lined on each side, in front of the Superior Buildings' frontal entrance. Interior lobby consisted of interacting activit, but sporatic and casual voices shacked open spaces. In conducted meetings, in randomized offices from a far, outside in the conjested halls-several secretaries mumbled underneath their relevant conversations. Jason attentively, assertive at the same scenerio, semi-cocked a dominant brow, diverted his attention and ocean blue hues over to briefly observe them. Shrugged his broad shoulders-covered over as the rest of his muscular upper-torso by a partially opened, black shirt. Part II Leaving the Yatch to the Missouri Beau- Department [Bourne Enterprises Basic Black/Black Ops.] Division 24 had produced some muted mysterious, equipment involving Spy, assassination, official government usages. Enhanced creativity, in modern adanved electronics, not only for official purposes, military reasons-but for the publics reach for private cases that usually unofficial for an average investigation to proceed. For long years Jason produced a sufficient part of the business, for those who have gone rogue, includes ex-Mutants who seek out justice for the smaller man and/or woman - prevent the threats from corrupting the innocent minds. SJ his younger brother helped build it also. Of course different levels, styles not as extraodinary as other unsold-in the market. One example: is your typical GPS, devices are notorious known and valuable for society use today--whil'st we have had our own. This specific building, ruled vague secrets-meanwhile few were known. Matter of fact-inside this concrete mold, is where --well it'll be left to remain discussed on a latter notice. It's almost as if you were walking down a never ending, tunnel or a Bond flick gone darker "Only James Bond is not coming in on to this stories territory, besides he don't got a cool motorcycle---does he?" nope. Signature Bourne smirk groined abruptly against Jason's manly folds as if he triumphed a pitch to a home-run. Cascaded around business atmopsheric, lighting fixtures displayed fierce-fully. If nobody wasn't use to this, sure in hell they'd describe it as.' Taunting sun flashed, an imagine vividly within his watch's silver band. Quickly he pressed an arrow button, pointing up, concurrent motion elevator doors swung open. He steps his black boots on carpet flooring, as the doors colllided behind him. Sharply-revolved his strong physical physic around, landing' a sophisticated gleam in his blue hues-towards the levels. Reaching out, he pressed the command for the 13th floor, that had took no damn time to have reached. Secomd time, double doors swooshed open-Jason sharply, exited off, walked straight across-where he'd punched in numeric digits vastly. At the same time, gradually he narrowed his dark brows attentively drawn to his cell phone sharply going off.--whil'st the stealth door opens-Jason had retrieved his cell phone. Walking around the right side of this section of black glass, celtic table he shuts his cell stimultaneously removing a .32 out of the black buckle it was latched on. "What the hell? What the hell is that?" he discovered a so-called tree, standing dead smack center on his desk. If Jason was in the mood, he'd find this half ass amused. Arched his left manly brow, grabbed it an dropped it outside his office doors--assumed Max on purpose put it there. "What? It isn't even real. Those are.." gesturing a point of a mountain view of fern trees, answering everyone's huh facial expression as he semi amusingly shook his head whilst resuming into his office. Just as Shalimar thought the Jeep she is driving in, is going in the direction she intended on -- inside an underground parking lot of Black Ops. Clever tactic, Jason programmed the battery of the vehicle himself, without allowing Shalimar knowing about it. Especially knowing from experience, of her reputation for fighting against it (help), an unknown agent cracked "Leave." Jason's serious tone, meant the figure can depart the scene, Jas had this situation from here on out. Once he left, it was just Shalimar and himself , "Do all the fighting you want, but this is what is best for you. You can hate me, disapprove but I'm going to help..." an intolerant undebateable request of her being civil with him an agreeeing to let him in. Yet underneath the intolerance, Jason was being real and calm in his thick masculine voice. [Both Flashback & Present ] Jason, Shalimar, Lewis, Xavier Sullivan [aka Mulwary] Mutant X: Max Welcome to Bourne Enterprises: Basic Black WSB. Evidence provened more than a hell of enough perception of Kirill, his masked undercover covert opt tactic - has increased all nine kinds of mileage in the lacking department. Sufficient clearer observant for accessable "monitor" logical resources, ominious Kirill again explored the point his notorious reputation hasn't died out much. Isn't old ass expectations (news) of the obsessed ignorant idiot, who is bent on thinking, hiding out in an inconspicuous (hidden) corner - as so he thought wasn't going to work out for Kirill. Solid mental reflashed construction of the rated-r graphic memories skilled in, established rehashing those that relate of the hitman that Kirill once was brainwashed and trained. One responsible job Kirill had to succeed in, was eliminating Bourne, he attempted this the last confrontation. It all resulted in Kirill who tried to frame David Webb aka Jason Bourne -- yet as a end result Kirill of course failed in his plan. Thus a last one-on-one hand-to-hand gun point meet, left Kirill consumed in fatal-severe injuries. Surveiling an intolerant examine of the raw acknowledge status material of his subject claimed target, Jason's light ocean blue hues reflected an aware of a so-called bold jackass. In another words, described his malicious mark, as the beast with a colossal rump (---aka donkey). Bourne is undiscovered in a staked-out on-site, Basic Black headquarters roof top. A strong observant an forewarned sniper position atop of a unobtrusive building ledge. Brittle iron coal shingles engulfed underneath the masculine weight stumbled on the buckle of the roof--obedient in surrender of the just mentioned measure of notorious obsecure (hidden) discreet leather manly boots. "Disappearance act isn't just meant for one...." clues in on the wise eye-catch of the dark figure who vanished a staggered trail into the mist trap of inauspicious camoflaug of oblivious pedestrians--who's lives were enforced in an unknown risk - due to the fact it's possible this corrupt underground tunnel is headed for a programmed demolish stratus. ONE issue is the tickin' bomb is lodged on the inner tire rim of his hog. Uh-Yeah! It's as anyone'll advise the suspect might as well proceed finding an unmarked grave - Jason nudged a cock of his left dark manly brow, across is a henchman, Frank Martin a foreign internal agent who went rogue ten years ago and became known as a transporter, still he is a field agent who hid on another rooftop. Jason straight forward stated he got this, meet him inside the interrogation in about a half. 8:30 p.m. on the sustained dot a underground tunnel retained , the damn engine room manifested a sona swelter dispense throughout a restricted incarcerated base mechanics. Common referrence claims the machinery spaces of a vessel , to increase safety and damage survivability of a vessel, the machines demanded for operations might be segregated into various box-cock corners. the engine room is one of these spaces sort of resembles a huge ass sultic shack--generally it is the largest physical compartment of the machines authorized space. Heat elements incorporated throughout the Engine Room houses the vessel's prime mover. As usual a few variations of a heat engine--diesel engine, gas or steam turbine. Listening through mild shuffle dull echoing, Jason grab his .32 glok gun, is restraint at his order reach should it a useful defense attack mode, whilst he was scouraging slick down beside the dark narrow dynamics of a large percentage of vesedls--at an aggression crush solid ass end of the notorious gun; SHATTERS a combust blow at a violent stunt at the bolt locking a concealed canister. "territorial for-warned grounds. Far up their cracks--" heap of Bourne's aggitated yet semi-timid volumed manly grumbling voice, at a vast resumed reach of the box that pertained convinced evidence, "You want war Mason, you'll get it." idiot! For some odd months Mason Eckhart has proclaimed MIA himself, he evidentally left a piece behind. Brass hindges degraded into saw-dust it's unreluctant shutter during it's enclosure dismental echo; unpredictable urgent noticeable lights are out over the entire ceiling. Jason interupted the electrical devices, thus underground tunnel went 'lights out'. Repeated bleep red flash light was the damn size of a gulf ball! Jason adverts his ocean blue hues straght for his stationed motorcycle---oh hell no. Dismantles electrical wires, amusingly tore it off the steel rim of the rear adrenalin hunger for speed hog tire restored into his left ass pocket concealed for later. An unleashed ammunition released at a abundant course of action snagged into the suspense webb, thus Jason burrowed his hefty, dark manly brows a crease wrinkles embedded against his forehead simultaneous he catapults in full blown action whipping out his thirsty firearm shooting a feast of bullets at his threatening target. Sparks spasm at launched pistols taunting near and unshielded metal surfaces isolated around a grim of exploited electrical wires--and random machines. "AHHHHH!" thunderous ached pain thrusted out of the culprit's jaw-trap as it appears he stumbles limp with gushing river flow of blood from his brim knee caps. Jason hovered over the nameless culprit, in becoming a recognizeable identification of a man suspect in joining forces with Mason Eckhart. Grabs the wounded pompous off the concrete, drags him at the crucial grasp of his collar, prior of slapping handcuffs on both tied back hands. "Think about the next time, you decide growing a pair of balls in plotting a ticker on a man's bike--this is just the beginning of your rude awakening, and I'm just getting started for your punishment." Jason interrogated a straight warning, after feasting his adrenaline with a rush in the process, he grew semi calm. Nothing physical action can't achieve, now it's easing right in rational recess, Jason had to in order to bring out justice for everyone fallen victim to Genomex's Mason Eckhart, that'll conclude in an investigation done. Half an hour later, the captor is contained inside a four 10 ton concrete wall isolated interrogated room. There are "Law & Order" addicts everywhere who think they could get a perp to confess. A little glaring, some getting in the guy's face, a revelation that his fingerprints are all over the murder weapon and voil�! He's recounting his crime. In real life, police interrogation requires more than confidence and creativity (although those qualities do help) -- interrogators are highly trained in the psychological tactics of social influence. "Test results for the code-43 box, and personal background file out of the 'top secret' vault." down to the point, Jason requested information for the evidence he collected underground and the idiot he has locked up. Serena an employed secretary nodded, whilst she pressed for each department, he proceeded down the long ass halls, Jason scruffed up both his hefty black shirt's long sleeves at mid point, semi exposing his broad manly forearms simultaneously as he scans briefly through written documents he held in the palm of his robust manly hands. [Both Flashback & Present] Jason, Shalimar, Lewis Residential Denver, Colorado departure phased in an embarked return on Bourne Industries: Basic Black WSB. Substantial intolerable, guarded espionage bureau territorial grounds -reclaimed an located in the solemn heart of Ozark County's major district area. Individualistic Bourne proclaimed independent piece of permanent steel construction that is bolt slated on a durable pavement section, remained in-tack mint condition underneath a concrete hooded parking lot. Direct retained blocked spot, for randon tresspassers, or curious on-lookers, call it cock blocking because it is difficult to see through dark tint. JB's strong logical-minded had on occasion yielded to the internal adrenline junkie temperment, nothing that a dangerous earlier motorcycle hog ride couldn't fullfill that distinct ticking hunger inside. The rush we need, often to draw satisfaction in where it awakens that small amount of acknowledge of knowing what it is to be in the center of life. That taunting taste feening for what, it was like to feel alive, that isn't co-existing beneath the flesh - is not obselete [gone]. Something that trigger's our distilled and/or stone isolated hearts, to reinburst the meaning for thrusting content beating. Imagine it's been nothing short of a month since Jason, had known that sentimental taste of personal purpose and meaning. It didn't matter in the course of this sector of his life, he'll handle on how to deal and cope - in the meantime he is more than capable of balancing an occupying his mind elsewhere. The stainless steel black harley staked it's hard stick-stand against whilst keeping a steadied balance on the mechanic weight the hog induced at it's semi left tilt. As the suspensions choked in the two black rubber tire's bolts, it gassed an quenched exhale out of it's iron rear-ass engine. Jason understands the idea of feeling in containing no emotions, the unrestrictable understanding and taste of how it is to be or feel alive that he knows now with the ones he has been reconnected with decades later after being the governments dangerous tool. You become the government assholes top Agent, just as stead fast get cut throated without warning in becoming their number one target. This is the notorious gist of the flipped-turn in SJ and Jason's twisted forced world, an original biological identities to another you wake up too--but which one is real? Attacked with your own demanding questions that taunt the hell out of us. What if you forgot everything? You live moment to moment? What does the world become during this brutal hunt? Similar to the Law of the Jungle, it was every man for himself, anything goes. Survival of the strongest, survival of the fittest, kill or be killed, dog eat dog, and eat or be eaten--that is a blunt simple concept of how it was, what it took for SJ and him to survive before getting as far as being right here and now at this point. Genomex is nothing different in comparing vulgar methods with how Blackbriar controlled their subjects. Although the one difference that's possible to be detected out, is more or less damn circumstantial ----if that. Genomex yes is Mutant X-, where'as Treadstone is semi Espionage, the two do link at some point or another. Espionage or spyin' involves a government or individual obtaining information that is considered secret or confidential without the permission of the holder of the information. [Both Flashback & Present] Jason, Shalimar, Lewis Basic Black WSB. Mason Eckhart in custody. . Espionage is inherently clandestine, as it is taken for granted that is unwelecome and, in manny cases illegal and punishable by law. It is a subset of intelligence gathering---othersiw may be conducted from public sources and useful for legal and ethical means. It is crucial to distinguish espionage from intelligence gathering, as the latter does not necessarily involve espionage, but often collates open-source information. When successful, however espionage always produces intelligence. Espionage is often part of an institutional effort by a government or commerical concern. One of the most effective ways to gather data and information about an enemy (or potential enemy) is by infiltrating the enemy's ranks. This is the job of the spy (espionage agent).Spies can bring back all sorts of information concerning the size and strength of an enemy army. They can also find dissidents within the enemy's forces and influence them to defect. In times of crisis, spies can also be used to steal technology and to sabotage the enemy in various methods.The term is generally associated with state spying on potential or actual enemies primarily for military purposes, spying involving corporations is known as industrial espionage. Thing is Mason Eckhart hands down, the asshole is clever but not to an extent he is able to proceed on triumphanting at the end of his obsessed deception. Hiding, a constant attack at either Jason as personal target attack, or at people he protects, co-workers, his kids, family, wife and/or ex-wife and then failing at the attempt of doing the actual task. Just pisses him off more, then everyone crowds around, or waits with on edge questions about what he is going to next. What punishment is deserving enough, that'll force Mason in surrendering 'mercy', elimination? Hmm -the idea hasn't left his mind. " This is all legit?" there wasn't going to be any more room for set-backs, Jason requestioned Max's lab results of the jagged piece of metal that had blood splatter on it after Trevor the culprit chained down like a mad-dog in the interrogation cell. "Proof this wise-ass isn't Trevor afterall, he's Eckhart." he figured it out quick. Rehanded the lab assistant her material, thus leaving the hall and into the solid cell block "the prisoner" aka Mason Eckart is rendered in. This kind of tack doesn't shock, Jason, Mason Eckhart was once the head of security at Genomex. As a result of a horrific accident, Incident X, he blamed Adam, Mason's immune system was destroyed. In order to stave off infection, Mason was forced to wear a white wig, synthetic protective skin, and gloves. Similar to the effect of Latex facial masks, full head masks for a disguise purpose. Underground labs, for underworld government divisions even Genomex under the control of Mason got involved in. Disguise conceals or changes a person's physical appearance, including a wig, glasses, makeup, costume, for ie. Camouflage is a typical use for, but not limited to, criminals and by secret agents ate-up on avoiding identification whilst in the act. A person working for an agency trying to get information might go 'undercover' to get information without being recognised by the public; a well-known person may go 'incognito' in order to avoid confrontation. There is a loud detouring scratch echoing with a penetrating taunting force, on the opposite unleashed an exposure of Mason locked to the bolts lodged in to the cement floor. Whilst Jason steered the obedient chair forward, there face-to-face, right across from the iron table staged in the middle. As he meandered [slow] walk around the abrupt left side, the preditorial manly gut-instincts, had not problem submerging without reluctance in eliminating this ugly son of a bitch. An groined unpredictable spoken, smirk broadened JBs manly folds that left room embedded in this so-called Trevor's brain, believing no one is on to him. Forbidden exhaled of hesitation, an instant hard grip throddle of fake Trevor's throats' rear. BANG he is thrusted against the solid harder table simultaneously, JB ripped off the latex mask just to reveal who he thought it is, Mason Eckhart. " Huh--at least with the mask on you didn't look as half-ass bad." smudge gruesome chuckle vomits out of Eckhart's flapping mouth. Plastic facial is thrown at the man, JB pushed beat him backwards in the chair at a sit-still. Whilst JB retrieved a cell phone, out of the inner sleeve of his hefty leather jacket, he swiftly flipped it ope. Calling Shalimar on the cell phone, he cleverly left behind inside the shirt of his she worn, " Got a surprise for you, you don't want to miss out on. Head out on North St, it'll lead you towards Ozark County's center. There is a is a building, its called WSB, go inside it the third floor. Interrogation room 302." Shalimar wasn't wrong, Jason had ways of tracking someone down, that happened to be one he preserved for her , for second this moment occurs. Oh he had every sense of ending Mason's existence, but it wasn't Bourne who Eckhart tortured, Shalimar had every damn right to face this guy for the final time. This isn't about being flat out loyal, going on his word to his sister in-law Shalimar for lodging a second-hand cell in order for him to communicate with her. He also seen this as a partnership assignment for, haunting out a villain who done Shalimar wrong, she didn't deserve the bullshit Mason is responsible for. Power isn't control at all - power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn't someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength to others that they may have the strength to - to stand on their own. Adventure of life is to learn, purpose of life is to grow. Nature of life is to change, challenge of life is to overcome. Essence of life is to care. Opportunity of like is to serve,secret of life is to dare, Shalimar'll have that chance to grow down a road in having a semi normal life. [Both Flashback & Present] Jason, Shalimar, Lewis Bourne Enterprises: Basic Black WSB. Inside one of the dominate or engrossed, official proceedural interrogation cell-block (-aka room) raddled Mason is caught strapped against an iron bench. Baron chained in solid brass hand-cuffs, that choked the hot blood flow in both wrists the brass cuffs attached. Although JB hadn't supported the Holocaust rough periods, he wasn't even born then, but as most have known about the harsh ordeal that went down in the cause of it. Jason did appointed out in an unreserved opinion of the brutal cover-operations, that build those foreign and severe concreted isolations (cells), did in fact provide us in the current centuries are for useful for out beneficial advantages. Provided a contribution in preventing jail-break during incarcerations, holding the bloodiest, ruthless, sleeziest corrupted government scums, and in this present case--a good ole flat out pain in the ass Genomex villian the notorious Mason Eckhart. Assault facial scar, detoured half-ass of the right side of Eckhart's grungie jawbone, a hintful assumption Jason had used physical enforcement, in order for causing Mason to spill his guts with truth, enough of the beating around the bush with prior dodged interogating questions. Eckhart taunted on about his latest test-subject, harboring a device implanted in the pedestal of her brain. Her? Thus Jason learned vast, Eckhart self-boasting his control claimed project he was indicating is Shalimar Dominic. A serious 10 ton bronze and black hard brick rear -far wall, prompted an evaluation window but is shaded on the opposite side so the outside isn't able to see through. Interrogation requires more than sufficient confidence and creativity ,takes psychological tactics of social influence, that permits Jason in seeing right through the prisoner's false oblivious billboarding hues. Forcing someone on confessing a crime is not a simple task, and the fact that officials nd up with confessions from the innocent testifies to their expertise in psychological manipulation. None - no two interrogations are identical, but exploit certain weaknesses in human nature, weaknessess typically rely on the stress that results when people experience contrasting extremes. Listening to Eckharts nonstop barking, is enough to annoy the crap out of a swamp monk! Damn! It took a lot of patience and endurance in holding the rage of choking the life out of the idiot if he didn't shut-up, blabbering off on-and-on about how it was threatening, basically torturing someone for his own greed-benefit. Managed to increase a vexed boiling-point demeanor in Jason, the fact this is someone he considers family- --let's put it this way, the idea is raw in being blunt on what would happen on realistic terms, if Mason was a simple villain. You'd ask how is he not a simple villain, well because if he dies, Shalimar dies--otherwise nothing left of Mason would be available to find. " He isn't going to die...yet. That's what I'm waiting on, is for you before we are able to make that call." Jason corresponds an unpreserved assured - yet serious demeanor. Whilst acknowledging Shalimar has zero control over her physical and cranium, Eckhart is controlling her with the computer chip implanted in her brain. Leaving factual facts of the one who contains the secrets to her conglomeration mix micro genes, is this scumbag sitting on the ledge of his retained seat looking like a fraggle-rock wanna be with swollen raccoon welts around his hues. "Shalimar--HEY!" loud masculine belch, escaped in a jacked-concered echo that could threaten to blow out windows, whilst Jason bellowed through his cell phone at the alert of hearing everything bursting out of Shalimar's mouth before it went blank. Without hesitation WHACK! Eckhart's back is thrusted against the stone brick behind, Jason with a vicious rage movement he jacked him brutually up as a severe warning reflected in the deep cores of his light ocean blue hues shifting on demand. Then released him allowing him to fall to the floor like a rag doll, again it took a whole hell of a lot out of JB in ending it, but for Shalimar's life he isn't going to risk her life. He'll wait, on stand-by, and in the meantime this one isn't going no one.
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