Feb 1, 2023 · 34 min · 11 segments
Magnus uses extreme measures to interrogate Clayton. Gary arrives on the island and attempts to rescue the survivors of the C-5 crash. Written and performed by Scott Sigler Produced by Random House…
December 3rd, 1045 p.m. Magnus finished wrapping the duct tape around Clayton's ankles, firmly securing him to the folding chair.
He'd already taped Clayton's hands behind him.
The security room's harsh, fluorescent lighting played off the old man's swelling left eye.
Clayton's head hung down, wobbling each time he was bumped.
The head lifted a bit.
Clayton blinked rapidly, seemed to snap out of it.
Someone help me! Get this crazy fucker off me! No confusion.
He knew where he was.
He knew what had happened.
Magnus slapped him, rocking the old man's head back and drawing blood from his lower lip.
No one is here, Clayton.
Gunther is in the fire tower.
Colding is dead by now.
The only person coming back here is Andy, and we know how much he loves you.
Clayton spit blood onto the security room's floor.
Magnus had arrived first, then just sat in the dark security room and waited.
Clayton had come alone, turned on the lights, then Magnus hit him and it was lights out.
Couldn't have been easier.
Magnus walked to the weapons rack and grabbed one of the compact MP5 submachine guns.
He clipped on a gun strap, loaded the weapon, then set it on the ground.
The time for civility had ended.
Now it was time to add a new knife to his collection.
Magnus grabbed one of the white K-bar boxes.
He opened it and looked at the round handle made of stacked leather washers, looked at the leather sheath.
New knives had that smell.
December 3rd, 1045 p.m. Magnus finished wrapping the duct tape around Clayton's ankles, firmly securing him to the folding chair.
He'd already taped Clayton's hands behind him.
The security room's harsh, fluorescent lighting played off the old man's swelling left eye.
Clayton's head hung down, wobbling each time he was bumped.
The head lifted a bit.
Clayton blinked rapidly, seemed to snap out of it.
Someone help me! Get this crazy fucker off me! No confusion.
He knew where he was.
He knew what had happened.
Magnus slapped him, rocking the old man's head back and drawing blood from his lower lip.
No one is here, Clayton.
Gunther is in the fire tower.
Colding is dead by now.
The only person coming back here is Andy, and we know how much he loves you.
Clayton spit blood onto the security room's floor.
Magnus had arrived first, then just sat in the dark security room and waited.
Clayton had come alone, turned on the lights, then Magnus hit him and it was lights out.
Couldn't have been easier.
Magnus walked to the weapons rack and grabbed one of the compact MP5 submachine guns.
He clipped on a gun strap, loaded the weapon, then set it on the ground.
The time for civility had ended.
Now it was time to add a new knife to his collection.
Magnus grabbed one of the white K-bar boxes.
He opened it and looked at the round handle made of stacked leather washers, looked at the leather sheath.
New knives had that smell.
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