Part one! (Check part two here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42174798/)
Awesome story from  doctorklein
Comission also requested by him!!

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Remy breathed hard, her eyes wide as she crouched low beneath the metal grate. Shit! She only had a minute before the bomb would go off; she had to disarm it before it was too late, and wait for the danger to pass before setting it again. There were boots clanging gently overhead, pacing slowly as they hunted for her.

Fifty seconds left. It was time to act, and act fast if she wanted to live to accomplish the second half of her mission. As much as it would be heroic, Remy had no desire to be annihilated in the blast that would destroy this depot. She reached forward, watching the timer tick down silently, and reached underneath for the hidden fingerprint-activated switch. Pressing it hard, she looked to the timer to watch it stop.

Except it didn’t. It reached forty-five seconds, and continued on downward. Forty. Remy’s eyes grew even wider, and in the span of just a split second, she made a decision. If she legged it from here, she’d never make it past the dozen soldiers patrolling around looking for her, and they’d all die while she tried to frantically explain the bomb. If she stayed, she’d also be vaporized along with the rest of the building and people in it. There was only one thing she could do to survive.

“Hey!” she screamed out, pushing the grate up and standing to expose herself to the men walking by. They turned immediately, rifles pointed at her. “There’s a bomb!” she yelled, climbing out of the metal pit she was in while pointing down at it. The lead man followed her finger point to the small device that was ticking down below thirty seconds.

Without seeming to think about it, the man raised his rifle. Remy flinched, but he pointed it downward at the bomb, which caused her to clench her eyes and inhale sharply. She waited for the bang that would surely set it off, but instead a sharp buzzing sounded, and she opened her eyes to find a second barrel of the rifle emitting a thin beam of what looked like lightning down into the pit.

She followed it with her eyes as it struck the bomb, and the digital display went absolutely wild, displaying random numbers and characters before turning off completely. Remy stared in wonder, sighing in the relief of knowing she wasn’t about to die, before turning to face the two soldiers who had leveled their rifles at her.

She raised her arms meekly, and offered a sheepish smile to her new friends.



The ride to jail wasn’t a fun one. While she was just happy at the moment to be alive, she was cognizant of the dire situation she was now in; she’d been captured planting a bomb at a military weapon storage depot in a foreign country. Things were bad.

And the soldiers who had “found” her had less than a sense of humor about things, which was even worse. The best she could do right now was laugh about how absolutely fucked she was, but they didn’t want to engage her. All they did was throw her in the back of an SUV and drive away from the depot, flanked by a few other vehicles.

“I want to stay here, you know,” she told the two in the front seats. “You really do have a beautiful country.”

They said nothing, but she could see a pair of scowls in the rearview mirror. Deciding this could make for a distraction, she pressed on: “The few summers I’ve spent here make me not want to go back…I think I’ll fight extradition so I can stay in one of your nicer prisons.”

“That ain’t why,” the passenger side soldier said, a definite sneer in his voice. “You wanna stay because you know they’ll chop your head off if you go back.”

“Nonsense,” Remy said casually, while a little pang of terror gripped her heart. “They love me.”

“They don’t love when people expose them for having an intelligence service,” he replied in nasty fashion. “You act like we don’t have TV here… I’ve watched about ten of you little fuckers lose your heads over being caught as spies.”

“That’s just special effects,” she said, trying to wave a hand but failing because her arms were behind her, cuffed painfully. The man just snorted in laughter at her, and the drive continued on in silence. When they reached the jail, a bulletproof vest was draped over her as she was escorted into the station.

There, she was taken to an interrogation chamber, harsh white and bright, too much so for her large eyes to bear. She squinted against them, something that her captors seemed to take some pleasure in. They sat her roughly facing one of the lights, and left her there for a good hour. Once they did come to see her, multiple soldiers stood guard at the door while a large puma began his interrogation.

It was hopelessly dull; she’d been well trained in counterintelligence, more than enough to derail every effort of her interrogator to corner her into talking. He was young, an army captain who still looked like he ran around with his chest puffed out, quoting regulation to his much older, more experienced enlisted. He was getting flustered as time went on, until he stammered about leaving to talk about “more evidence that we found”. She just laughed at his retreating back, and leaned back in her chair on two legs while the guards scowled at her.

Remy remained like that until her hapless interrogator returned, a nasty expression on his face. This disconcerted her slightly, and she wondered why he looked like the cat that ate the canary.

“Good news,” he said, sitting back down across from her with that shit-eating grin. “Well, for us, that is. We don’t have to deal with you.”

She cocked her head, almost mockingly, but carrying a genuine curiosity. He was obviously taking some new angle.

“Do tell!”

“Your country, it turns out, has expressed great interest in having you returned to them, and we’re happy to oblige.”

Now her eyes widened a little, as the memory of watching one of those public decapitations came horribly to mind. How the victim was made to lean over, how the sword raised above, and then down on their neck…How the headless body fell crumpled in an instant, the severed head rolling away...The blood that pooled in the dirt. It made her shudder, and take a second to compose herself.

“Well, Captain,” she said, full of projected confidence. “Perhaps we can work something out, then.”

He just smiled even wider now. “Nothing to work out.” He shuffled some papers in front of him. “Your government insists that you’re just a criminal who threatened our relations with them…So naturally, they want to make sure to make a public example of you—”

Remy swallowed involuntarily, as sweat started to form on her large forehead.

“—And we’re more than happy to accommodate our lovely neighbors.”

“Listen,” she said urgently, leaning forward. She looked intense, but was slightly betrayed by the hands that were still cuffed behind her. “I know more than you realize. You send me back there, they’ll cut off my head and you’ll have missed an opportunity.”

Now he was more smirking than anything. He had her, and he knew it. Her counterinterrogation counted for nothing against such leverage. But regardless, she was ready to admit defeat. She didn’t want to lose her head, and he wanted information. If he didn’t, then he was a terrible fool. Remy knew all about the spy agency that she was now a former member of. She could provide means of disrupting the intelligence network that had been built here.

And after all, why not? She’d always known what could happen if she was captured, but she’d been a good operative. She always thought her people would make an exception for her, not an example of her…

“What opportunity might that be?” the puma demanded. “Want to suck my dick? Might help a little.”

“I know things,” Remy said seriously, and recoiled a little in disgust. “I know all about our ops here in your land. I can help you disrupt them.”

His eyebrows raised a little, seemingly to mock her. “And you’d flip on them? Your own people? Just like that?” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.

“If it lets me keep my head, then yes,” she replied simply. “Fuck ‘em.”

“Hmm…” He stroked his chin. “Why don’t you take this.” He slid a blank notepad toward her across the table after tearing the front page off. He also rolled a ballpoint pen at her, which nearly fell right off the metal table. “Give us the short version of what you want to spill. I’ll go talk to my boss, and we’ll see if we can’t keep that pretty head attached…” He got up, and turned to leave.

“Wait,” Remy said. “How am I supposed to write with my hands cuffed?”

He shrugged. “With your mouth? Be creative; it’s your life on the line here.” With another of those nasty smiles, he left, letting the metal door slam behind him.

Remy was alone with her thoughts then, and felt a kind of ear that she’d been specifically trained to avoid. She was on the ropes now, utterly at the mercies of her…(former?) enemies. How could she betray so quickly those who she lived with her whole life?

Easily, she answered herself, when that TV image of a blindfolded woman being beheaded in a split second by a sword swam to her mind. This was self-preservation at this point. She wouldn’t give information on specific spies, though, she decided. Only the ops themselves, and only enough info to head her former colleagues off before they made their moves.

So, taking the pen in her mouth and feeling both helpless and silly, Remy got to work. She wrote and wrote, aware of just how awful her writing was in this state, understandably. That might work to her advantage, though. If some of what she wrote couldn’t be understood, but some of it could, that would increase the need to keep her around. And that was, she kept at the front of her mind, of ultimate importance.

Eventually the puma returned, with another man this time. This guy was at least a colonel, and he wore the scars of battle proudly amidst his pressed uniform. He was a jaguar, powerful and sleek, and Remy felt herself shrinking a little. He was to be feared, that much was certain. He could come across this table and twist her head a full 360 degrees without breaking his stride, if he wanted to. And he certainly looked like he did.

“This is her, is it?” His voice was a deep growl. “The little coward who wants to save her own ass by selling out to us?” He wasn’t even trying to conceal the deep contempt he obviously had for her.

“Yup,” Remy spoke up before the puma could respond. “And I’d be a little more polite, if you want the info I have.” She wasn’t sure why she said that, except that his words stung like a swarm of wasps.

“Oh,” he said, staring her down. “Believe me. If my higher-ups weren’t as short sighted as they are, I’d happily watch your beheading and smile. As it is…We have a deal. You can take it, or you can die.”

There was silence, as the two glared at each other. Eventually, a little evil smile came across the jaguar, and he slammed a page down on the table, sliding it over to her.

“Your confession,” he said. “Sign it, and you’ll be kept here, go through our courts, and be sentenced to 30 years of hard labor. While being interrogated for everything you’ve got, and more. Oh, and before you sign that…” He looked at her with fire in his eyes. “Just know that I’m gonna make you squeal until you give me every, single, little piece of information you’ve ever known in your pathetic life. And I’ll probably keep going after that, just for fun.”

“You make it sound so romantic,” Remy said, but quietly.

“Don’t sign, then,” he concluded. “I’d be much happier if you didn’t.”

Remy was wary of his threat, but again the thought of being beheaded…She admitted, it was frightening. Even for a spy, brave as she felt she was. Survival was everything in this game, and she had two clear paths ahead. One full of torture, and one with a quick, mostly painless little chop…

She took that pen again, still wet with her saliva, and signed a sloppy signature. With a cruel smile, the jaguar snatched the paper away and rolled it up as she spat the pen at him. “Shame. I’ll be back for you soon…”

He turned to leave, and motioned for the puma to follow. Then Remy was alone once again, and she hated it. All of a sudden things felt dire, and despite having just made a deal to save her own life, she felt an incredibly queasy feeling. It was almost like she was still in danger, but then, of course she was. It was explicitly stated that she would be tortured just for the fun of it, even though she’d agreed to provide information.

She was alone for a long time, but finally someone new came to see her. Actually, it was a few someones, and they told her that while the courts worked on her papers, and made to deliver her sentence, she’d be placed in a holding cell. Grateful at the prospect of finally being released from these cuffs which had been long blocking blood flow to her hands, she stood to go with them.

It turned out that she wasn’t leaving the building, though. That was a shame; she could’ve done with some fresh air right about now. But regardless, she had to keep reminding herself that she’d done the right thing, and if her people had wanted her undying loyalty, then they shouldn’t have been so clear about dying being a penalty of being caught.

They walked downstairs, and to a place with a row of brick cells with metal doors. They were thick as hell, and Remy imagined herself banging on the inside of it with her fists. She wasn’t sure why that came to mind, and it sent a little thrill of fear through her pounding heart. She was pushed into the little 6x6 cell, and her cuffs were roughly taken off before she was pushed again, and her captors left her there to slam the door shut. A loud clacking of a lock announced just how stuck she was.

No matter; this was part of the plan. While 30 years of labor didn’t sound anything close to fun, it would be nice to work outside. And she’d certainly get into good shape. After that…Well, Remy would have a new lease on life. She’d have the rest of her life to see the world, explore without the threat of the spy business over her head.

The day passed, which she could see through the little window with the bars in it. She spent all her time gazing out it, relishing each breeze that came to her. It increased considerably as the day went on, and the sky grew dark as little flecks of rain started to darken the windowsill. Eventually, Remy’s feet grew tired from all the standing on this stone, even though her shoes were normally good for hours of comfort. She was slightly surprised that they hadn’t stripped her of her clothing and made her to either sit naked, or in some thin prison jumpsuit. Tragically, they had managed to get all of her weapons already, not that she was in a position to escape, or to want to cut her own throat or something.

Remy sat on the edge of what was supposed to be a bed, a wooden board suspended by two chains from the wall, and rested her arms on her thighs. Staring alternately at the wall, door, and floor, she imagined what her life might look like going forward, though trying not to think about what would happen between her and the jaguar. Little splashes of water struck her back as she sat, but she paid them little mind.

Nobody came to see her, not to ask questions, torture her, or even to drop off food. It was a bit depressing, and a bit lonely. As much as she hated to be here, she missed interaction of some kind, which would serve to distract her from how shitty this situation really was, if she thought of it.