Issues Under Fire: Interview with an Interrogator
Being that its Friday, I know most will expect another wild story to explain my absence. Well far be from the cool guy to disappoint, because last night, I met and had the opportunity to interview an independent interrogator who contracts out to the United States' CIA.
While chilling in my favorite Upper West Side watering hole and tossing back more than a few shots of Tequila, a short, tall, fat, skinny, curly headed bald guy bellied up to the bar and ordered five of what I was having all at once. Having had nights like this before myself, I knew within fifteen minutes or less, this guy would want to talk to somebody and I wasn't in the mood.
However, before I could ease away, I saw him drop a pair of brass knuckles on the floor and decided this could be a person of interest. When I made him aware of his loss, he thanked me, while stating rather absentmindedly, those knuckles were one of the most effective tools of his trade.
Like anybody, I perked up. Pardon me, but are you a police officer I asked? Not anymore, but I still train them he answered. Not being one to pry beyond a certain point, I thought this might be time to reconsider my interest in the short, tall, fat, skinny, curly headed bald guy and start minding my own damn business.
Too late, he was already slobbering about how much he hated his work. What do you do that could suck so much I asked. If I tell you, I'd have to kill you he says, hinting at a now visible shoulder holster. Dude, I am cool, I slobbered back. I hate my work too. In fact, I hate all work, so don't get tough with me. Somehow I sensed we had a bonding moment right then, so I said, tell me more.
More than happy to oblige, Agent 000 (thats is name by the way) said he makes people's lives painfully miserable. Really, I asked? Really he says. In what way I probed. Any way you can possibly imagine he says. I don't mean to be nosey I said, but can you be specific, because I have rather vivid imagination. Are you sure you want to know he asked. I asked, I said.
He explained, he makes people talk when they don't want to. He said he beats people. He said he beats people up and he beats people down. He said, when they still won't talk, he beats them up and down at the same time. Is that legal I asked. No he answered. Is it fun I asked. It used to be, but its depressing to be portrayed as the "Bad Guy" all the time he said. How did you get into this line of work, I asked. He said he'd developed a knack for hurting people in the military.
Agent 000 said, during night raids in Afghanistan, his unit would have to kick down doors at two and three in the morning to gather intelligence the hard way. When others in the unit said an individual had no more to divulge, they called upon him to make sure. When others in the unit realized he could always squeeze more intel out of someone than was humanly possible, he'd gained a reputation.
Who do you work for now I asked. Anybody who'll pay he says. After honing his skills with the NYDP, he said he'd decided to go freelance. After all, he says, there's a huge demand for this type of work all over the world. You'd be surprised how many people have information others will pay handsomely and or kill for.
If the job has you drinking like this, why don't you quit I asked. Because the pay is great, the travel is a hell of a perk, I make my own hours and my employers rarely question my expense reports he says. Get out, I say. Are they hiring I ask? Yeah, but you have to work Fridays. Well, you can count me out I say.
It was at this point, we settled up our tabs and exited the bar into the night. I would like to say, I'll C-ya Monday, but I think the short, tall, fat, skinny, curly headed, bald guy is following me.
BTW, don't forget our weekly episode of Rocky Jordan just below. This week Rocky helps out a fellow America with three .38 slugs in his hat. Luckily, they missed his head. Entitled "The Make Up Man" the Cairo club owner Rocky Jordan has to get tough with the tough. Enjoy and share.
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