Spy Mage System

128 Rocke’s Interrogation

Rocke sat down on his chair, and looked around, seeming to be quite disturbed with how dirty the room was. He then turned to me, before sitting down on my right side so that we could look at each other as he began to speak. “Pretty sure you haven’t seen me in quite a while have you?” he asked, with a chuckle.

Now I was a lot more scared. I wasn’t gonna go to jail, but I had the possibility of dying, and Lord knows how Rocke wanted to kill me for some reason.

I swallowed a lump of fear down my throat, before taking a deep breath and staring at him, trying my best to hold back all of my emotions that were bubbling inside of me, but Rocke moved in front of me, leaning forward with his hands behind his back and his elbows resting on the table as he spoke again.

“So, I’m pretty sure you have something that I want if I’m not wrong,” he said. “I had to go to great lengths to find you. I had to hire Mason, Nelson, even my own son which I’m sure you’ve met just to get you. But unlike you guys, the FBI has quite some resources.”

“And this is important how?” I asked with an attitude that didn’t show fear at all, though inside of me, I felt as if my body would shatter if he touched me now. Rocke chuckled and looked at me, no emotion at all, before taking out his pocket watch and placing it on the table. It was a beautiful gold pocket watch that looked extremely expensive.

“You’ll tell me where the Cybertron is,” he said, nodding excessively, before looking at me as if he was trying to see something on my face. I had no idea what was going on.

“I don’t know,” I said, and he laughed as if that was a joke, probably because he thought it was a lie.

But I’m telling the truth! I wanted to yell out at him, but I realized that this could be a trap. What if he was trying to do something that would make me blurt out or something, reveal myself? He looked at me like a hungry lion ready to pounce on its prey.

He leaned back in his chair as he put his hands behind his back and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. But I was right. It’s most likely with Fulton, but what if they already went to destroy the Cybertron, while I still couldn’t tell them where it was? Would I die?

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I sighed. “I don’t know where it is,” I repeated.

He nodded, and all of a sudden got up, walked towards me, looked at me for a matter of ten seconds, until all of a sudden, he swung his arm and struck me hard across my cheek, making me fly back and hit the wall behind me, falling flat on the ground with a thud as he took out his pocket watch from his jacket pocket and looked at the time.

What’s with people smacking others into the wall and breaking the chair? It’s kind of dramatic if you ask me!

I got up slowly and tried to stand up as he smiled at me. His smile made him look like a madman who wants to murder someone for no reason. “I’m not a fool, child,” he said with a menacing tone, looking down at me. “I know why you don’t tell me where it is.”

I frowned before looking up at him. “If I did know, I wouldn’t tell you. You’re just using it for evil, so I would digress to be used for your evil ways.” I said angrily. I knew he’d come after me now, but I had to stand up against him somehow. His eyes bulged in rage, his fists crackling and ready to punch me hard in the face again, but he sighed. He stood there with his hands behind his back again, leaning against the desk, breathing heavily in my face as his eyes began to look tired.

“You are a persistent boy,” he said with a chuckle. “But young boy, I have something to reveal to you. The FBI has Petrov, and I’m pretty sure you want to talk to him to know where it is too.”

Very inaccurate, but ok.

Rocke chuckled, walking towards the window and looking outside of the window before turning back towards me with a smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to strike me again with his fist or something as he sighed with exasperation. “So if I have him, I know where it is,” he said.

“Then how come you haven’t asked him?” I said, trying my best not to show fear or anger at all.

He shrugged. “I wanted to see if you’d tell me, and if you wouldn’t, then I’d ask him.”

“Or maybe you know he doesn’t know where it is,” I said with a chuckle, although it was quite fake to be honest.

Rocke stood up straight, and his eyes began to shine as he stared at me again. Then he swung once again, this time hitting me on my chest with his palm so hard that I flew back again, hitting the wall once again and falling flat on the ground once again.

“Okay!” I shouted. “I’ll tell you, but in one condition. I talked to Petrov. We have some personal things to talk about.” Rocke’s eyes widened as if he was interested, viewing me in a different light now that he was curious. He took out his pocket watch again and checked the time.

“Perhaps,” he said.

“And I don’t want anyone watching me,” I said. “Don’t follow my commands, don’t get the location.” Rocke laughed as if it was some sort of joke, shaking his head as if I was too naive. But he agreed anyway before putting away his pocket watch again and walking towards the door before pausing and looking back at me as if he was surprised that he even agreed, right before leaving the room.

I got up slowly from the ground, feeling my body begin to tremble as fear began to come across my face. How did I even survive, how did I not break my nose? I touched my face and found my nose was slightly swollen already, but my skin wasn’t broken either.

I’m surprised Rocke even agreed to my terms, being so smart as he was. It didn’t seem like him at all. But I was glad that he did.

Soon enough, I saw two agents holding Petrov outside the room, before opening the door slowly and letting Petrov in the room with his hands behind his back. He walked inside as Agent Nelson stood outside of the door, looking at him with a sour face as she began to speak his rights, right before she left the room with her male counterparts and the two agents guarding the door behind them.

Petrov entered the room and looked around as he slowly removed his hands from behind his back.

“The interrogator should be here by now,” he said.

I actually felt like laughing.

“I am the interrogator,” I revealed, as he looked at me with confusion.

“You?”

“Yes, me,” I said, smiling.

He began to laugh as he shook his head before sitting down in a chair right across from me.

“You want some candy or something?” he joked, crackling laughter as he looked at me with a smile on his face.

I shook my head.

He chuckled again. “I’m glad the FBI isn’t watching, because it would be embarrassing for me to be questioned by you,” he said with a chuckle. “What can I use to destroy the Cybertron?” I asked, and he suddenly stopped joking. He stayed for a bit, licking his lips with a smile on his face before turning around and leaning back in his chair.

He looked at me with a serious face as if he was remembering something that he had forgotten about long ago. “Why should I tell you?” he asked. “Rocke ordered Jonathan Mason to pretty much kill me to tell him where the Cybertron is, maybe to find you since he always rants about that. But I told him, he already had it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“When they raided the cargo port, they found this note from what one of the guards told me, that led them to the literal source of the Cybertron. Apparently they were too dumb to literally press the button to override the robot to come back to the Cybermade.”

“That’s what it’s called? Where is it?” I asked.

Petrov sighed, “Probably in the TSA ship, soon to leave from here.”

Shock rushed through my body like a river as I looked at him with confusion. “You mean they have the Cybertron right now?”

“Pretty much,” he said. “Honestly you guys are brawns but no brains.” I took no thought to what he said, only to think of what it could possibly be, what they were going to do to it.

I took a deep breath before standing up from my chair.