The Burnsfield Project

Chapter 7

Speech has escaped me, "Uhhh…yeah…err…that's, that's John.  My old partner."  I shuffle over to John as Mills smacks him awake. 

"Oww man!  What the shit was that for?  Jesus, I'm a fucking cop motherfucker!" Obviously, John hasn't realized being a cop down here didn't mean shit.  The he turns and sees me, "Gregg, Gregg what is this man?  Get me out of here man!"

Mills steps back, walks to the table and sets his knife and gun on it then exits the room.  I scan the room; there are no obvious cameras, no signs restricting any sort of action.  Am I supposed to kill him?  Seriously?  Is that what the gun and knife were left in here for?

John is incessantly pleading to me, calling out to me to rescue him from this room.  I never wanted to hear this fat fucks voice again in my life.  I never wanted to see his fat ass face again.  He was the one responsible for this situation I'm in now, him and Louis. 

Without hesitation I pick up the knife, "Shut up John.  Shut the fuck up now!"  I inspect the knife as I say this; I'm really just looking at it trying to make John more scared than he is.  "How long have you been down here John?  How long has it been since you even been able to stand up freely?"

John screams out and pleads with me yet again.

I turn to face him and ask, "Didn't I ask you some questions?  Do you think you're leaving this room, ever?" 

"I've been down here for at least three days, I think.  I have been sitting for three days, in this chair for three days, tied down for three days.  THREE DAYS!!  I can't feel my legs.  Help me."  My ex-partner is begging for help, dying to get out of here, trying his best to be communicative. 

I approach him with a sinister smile on my face and an even more sinister looking fixed blade knife in my right hand.  I cut the zip ties at his ankles, then the one around his left wrist and I place the knife on his lap.  "John, you know how to get out of this room, there's only one way buddy.  Use the knife and you will be free.  Hell, I'll even leave the gun in here too."

Suddenly, John picks up the knife with his left hand which he feels has regained enough power to function with a knife in it.  He positions the knife blade first in his fingers as if he were going to throw it.  I turn my back to him and walk confidently to the door.  Before I open the door, I turn back and give one more big smile to John.

"Fuck you, Gregg!"  Fat boy was getting very upset now and he throws the knife at me as I starred him directly in the eyes.  The knife flies through the air and bounces off the wall about a foot to my left. 

"Nice try John, now what are you going to do?"  I exit the room with a loud laugh and slam the sound proof door shut.  We'll see what he does with that situation.  I think I was sent in there to get revenge on my former partner but I'm no killer, it's not in my nature. 

Mills was waiting for me to emerge and it turns out the room that didn't contain cameras actually had three different views from the cameras hidden in the walls.  "Why didn't you kill him?  Why would you cut a zip tie and give him a knife while you're still in the room with him?  Why the fuck did you turn your back to him when you KNEW he was going to throw the knife?" 

"Listen, I didn't know you wanted me to kill him, I thought I could fuck with him a bit and be done with it.  I turned my back on him because he was my partner; I knew he was right handed.  He didn't have a chance in hell of getting me with that knife.  Now he has one hand free, he's probably working on the other hand now.  Then the ankles.  He has a knife and a gun to choose from once he gets free.  He'll take care of himself in time Mills, trust me."

We both smile and share one hell of a hearty laugh, "That's fucked up Gregg but I love it!"  I get a pat on the back and we proceed to go meet the boss.

Mills walks me through the general office area.  No cubicles are present but there are desks.  Mills' three partners are sitting at their desks while I am escorted through.  The boss's office actually says "The Boss" on the golden name plate on the door. 

Before Mills can even knock the door swings open and a gorgeous skinny brunette is standing there in a tight red business suit dress kinda thing.  My face didn't even flinch, this is "The Boss", and I will control myself and think with my big brain, not my little one. 

"Good Morning Ma'am." I extend my arm and hand out to shake hers.  She grabs it and says, "That'll be all Captain."  Mills walks off, presumably to his desk like the other three. 

I go to sit at the most comfortable looking chair ever in front of her desk but she shouts, "This is not the time for sitting Lieutenant.  I don't dress like this for everyone, I don't allow anyone into my office either."

This is odd but I go along with it, "Yes ma'am, what would you like to do, take me on a tour or introduce me to the agents?" Her fucking legs are very, ok her legs are sexy.  Again, like the other women in this book, she has some fantastic tits.