The Hunters (Presidential Agent 3) - Page 312
Yung put the index finger of his bandaged hand in front of his lips and said, “Sssshhh!”
“What the—”
Yung raised the pistol-like device and pointed it at Kenyon’s chest.
“The next time you open your mouth, you’ll get it again,” he said almost conversationally. “What you are going to do now is take off your clothing and clean yourself. Put your filthy shorts in this and hand the rest of your clothes to me.”
He handed Kenyon a gallon-sized plastic zipper bag.
Philip J. Kenyon III, naked, his handcuffed hands before him holding a small towel over his groin, came down the fuselage aisle.
“Lay the towel on the seat, Tubby,” Castillo ordered. “And sit on it. I don’t want you soiling my nice leather upholstery.”
“God, he smells!” Delchamps said.
Kenyon did as he was ordered.
“Feeling a little disoriented, are you, Tubby?” Castillo asked.
“Jesus Christ!” Kenyon said.
“You have been Tazed,” Castillo said. “Or is it Tasered? In any event, what that means is that we have caused fifty thousand volts and one hundred thirty–odd milliamperes of electricity to pass through your body. You may have noticed that this is some what incapacitating.
“If you show the slightest indication of being difficult, or if you refuse to answer completely and without hesitation any questions that I or any of these other gentlemen ask you, you will be Tasered again. You understand?”
Kenyon nodded.
“When you are asked a question, you will respond by saying, at the minimum, ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir.’ Understand?”
Castillo noticed more than a little anger in Kenyon’s eyes. But his fear clearly was far worse.
Kenyon nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”
“Do you have any questions, Tubby?”
It took Kenyon thirty seconds to respond, enough time for him to pick up a little bravado.
“I’d like to know what the hell is going on here, Castillo,” he said, stiffly. “And where I am, where we’re going. I was told I was just coming out to see your new airplane.”
“That’s three questions,” Castillo said. “From now on, when I say you may ask a question, that means one question. But since you were unaware of the rule, I will answer your three questions.
“Where are we? We are at approximately twenty thousand feet in a climbing attitude on a course of approximately three hundred forty degrees. We are headed for Florence, Colorado. We’ll get to what the hell is going on here in a bit. Another question?”
“Florence, Colorado? What’s in Florence, Colorado?”
“That’s two questions, Tubby
. I’m not going to tell you again. The next time he asks two questions at once, Special Agent Yung, Taser him.”
“Yes, sir,” Yung said.
“But since your questions are some what related, I will answer them. Florence, Colorado, is home to the Federal ADMAX prison, ADMAX meaning ‘Administrative Maximum Security Prison.’ Are you familiar with the Florence ADMAX, Tubby?”
“No,” Kenyon replied, some what impatiently.
Castillo held up his index finger.
“No, sir,” Kenyon said, quickly.
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