Six Feet From Hell: Unity: 6FFH Book #5 Read Online Free Page B

U.S. Army. Did a tour in the first Gulf War and Panama.”
    “Nice to have you on board, Jim. Mr. Crowley, you said?”
    “Yeah, and I’ve heard all the Ozzy Osbourne jokes a thousand times over. Just Jim will do.”
    “Fair enough, Jim. Now, what’s our prisoner talking about? He’s finally ready to talk?”
    “Yeah, said that he’s tired of not getting’ shit for food. I guess he’s used to the good life from stealin’ from other people so long. Sorry sack o’shit took more from people than death and taxes did,” Curtis interrupted. He stood with Jim Crowley as the other guard for Captain White.
    “Well, let’s see what he has to say, then. I’m interested to see what he’s willing to give up,” Joe shifted the Mossberg on his back and drew his .45. He wasn’t going to take any chances with Captain White. He’d had plenty of time to heal up from the last incident that he’d had with Joe, and he did not want a repeat. “Open it up.”
    Curtis stepped forward with the large chain of keys and pulled the one for Captain White’s cell. He slid the large, odd shaped key into the lock and turned. There was a soft metallic clink as the lock released. He swung the door open and immediately covered his face.
    “Goddamnit White! What the fuck?” Curtis exclaimed.
    Captain White sat on a small aluminum bed on the right side of the cell, his hands clasped together and elbows resting on his knees. He seemed unaffected by the horrible smell emanating from the room. He turned his head slowly towards Curtis and let out an evil grin. “I told you I was tired of asking permission to take a shit, so I used the facilities.”
    Curtis stepped into the room and roughly grabbed White by the elbow, pulling him out of the cell offhandedly. Jim closed the door behind him as Joe pointed his .45 at Captain White. “What do you want to talk about, Captain?”
    White made a mocking pout face. “Aww. Ain’t it nice that you still call me Captain?”
    Joe narrowed his eyes. “Well, calling you ‘shithead’ was just getting old.”
    Curtis pulled a set of handcuffs from his belt and cuffed Captain White’s hands behind him. He shoved White down on his knees and told him to cross his legs. The fake leg that he wore just below his right knee turned at an odd angle and pinged against the hard, concrete floor. If he decided to make a move, then that would be the end of him, as Joe kept the .45 pointed dead center in his chest. A one-legged man wasn’t a prime candidate for escaping, but they weren’t taking any chances.
    “You said you wanted to talk, so start talking.” Joe stood in front of him, not blinking.
    “No. You give me what I want first. I want some goddamned food and better living conditions. You give me that and I will tell you what I know.”
    “You tell me what I want to know or I’ll just shove you out the door and let the dead have their way with you instead. I’m tired of fucking around with you, White. You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass since we brought you here. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve overstayed your welcome. So either tell me something useful or join the ranks of the undead.”
    White clamped his jaw. “At least give me some food,” he said through clenched teeth.
    “What promise do I have from you that you’ll tell me anything if I do?”
    “General Wyatt is the one you want. I can tell you how to get hold of him.”
    “Yeah, the sat-phone. Trust me; we’ve tried to get hold of whoever will answer. No dice, cowboy. Tell me something worthwhile.”
    “The number isn’t in the phone. I have it in my head. General Wyatt told us to maintain OPSEC on the numbers to reach him. I’ll give it to you, with some conditions, of course.”
    Joe folded his arms, the .45 peeking out from under them, still aimed at White. “I’m listening.”
    “No. Food first. Then information. I’m not telling you shit until I get something from you . You keep your word and I promise as a