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She listened tah this fella…this ‘Root’ as he’s called, givin’ tha Cap’n what for.  Didn’t make no sense to Abby as she’s dumped on tha floor.  Them as took her done slugged ‘er somethin’ righteous.  Her whole head was throbbin’ away an’ one eye weren’t comin’ open.  She didn’t taste no blood, so nobody walloped ‘er mouth…yet.  The girl struggled tah dust away ‘er cobwebs, while tha spy from Uncle Bob’s shows was tellin’ her how it was.

[color=ffd700]“…For a captured spy, the equation is simple.  A violent capture equals a violent interrogation equals a death sentence.  Despite what they say, despite their bargaining, the hostage taker’s goal is to end your captivity in blood.  Do your best to make it theirs…”[/color]

Didn’t right kin how she might do such a thing, what with her wrists bound behind ‘er back an’ such…an’ a knot ‘o’ fear what grew outta her stomach an’ terrified her still.  They’s part ‘o’ her wanted tah cry…wanted tah beg these folk whose boots was clompin’ all around her fer some kinda mercy…but no.  She’d be gorramed if she showed that side tah these [i]Joo Fuen Chse.[/i]
                    
“Get her up,” Root ordered.

Hands grabbed her, near jerkin’ an arm right out tha socket as she’s picked up an’ dropped inta a chair.  Abby got ‘er first look at ‘em.  Despite what they done tah her face, she couldn’t help but sneer as that Root fella leaned over her.  Soon’s tha tape come off ‘er mouth, she had one ready.   “Is it ‘Dress Like a Pirate’ day?  I can getcha a parrot.”

“Funny kid,” the MC president squatted at eye level.  “What’s your name, Sweetie?”

“Notcher sweetie.”

“Shiny,” he said as he reached for the printed capture.  “Let’s try another one.  What’s this guy’s name?”

She looked on a pitcher ‘o’ Hook.  By golly, he was wailin’ tha ever lovin’ tar outta some fella.  But what really caught ‘er was his face.  Granted, she ain’t known Hook any too long, but tha look on him reminded ‘er of tha bear what killed Mei Lin’s pa in ‘er book.  All kinda wild fury in them eyes…

Root lowered the capture.  “So you know him, then.”

“Nope.”  She seen Root glance tah his right an’ nod, afore her head was knocked all pigglety.  Took awhile for them stars tah clear out til she could lift ‘er face an’ look ‘im in the eye.

“You wanna tell me again?”

“Yeah…yeah…I know ‘im,” Abby tilted ‘er head tah coax a mem’ry.  “Fella got one ‘em Asian names….goes by ‘Yu’.  She paused, thinkin’ on it.  “First name is uhhh..,I’m thinkin’....ummm…oh yeah,” her eye brightened.  “Fuk,” she answered.  “That’s it.  Fuk Yu.”
Next blow like tah rattled ‘er teeth out. 

“Enough for now.”  Root stood up as the girl slowly shook her head.  “Time to bounce. Cottonmouth, get her on the Angel.”

“Copy, Prez.”  As Root  and the others left the room,  the man named fer some kinda snake leaned over her.  “Wanna go for a ride?”  Afore Abby could answer that, tha sack come down over her face.