I love you, I won't kill you

On August 8, Amanda conducted the second interrogation of Abdullah Muhammad as an interrogator of the US military.She believed Abdullah would be as stubborn as other Muslim prisoners who endured "living like a dog" in "pigeon cages" (single cells) surrounded by barbed wire Hugh resisted to the end.

Sitting on the side of the interrogation table, he said earnestly, "Akadullah, from now on I can put you in the group cell in Camp [-], which is called the 'Nation of Hope'. You can share with other Muslim brothers We live and pray together, and you get a colorful prayer mat."

Abdullah knew what she was talking about, and he also knew that he needed to stay in Camp 30 until day 45 to 30 before being transferred to Camp 45, and another [-] to [-] days before being transferred to Camp [-] A single cell in a camp.If you are unwilling to cooperate with the US military, you will stay in these three prison areas forever.

On August 8th, the third interrogation began.Amanda sat there with her arms folded, "Abdullah, still don't want to talk to me? I guess you must be struggling with that orange, hard one-piece uniform you're wearing. No pockets, no Zipper, nothing. Well, you're going to be exhausted from the heat and have a feeling of wanting to die."

On August 8, Amanda and Ruth walked into the interrogation room.The attitude was still calm and he said to Abdullah, "How about it, have you defeated the uniform on your body? If you don't want to bear it, you can get two sets of white prison uniforms similar to your traditional clothes. Oh, it's really hot today, Did you feel it?"

Abdullah sighed secretly, the temperature in this place is very high every day, especially when the sun rises.What made him feel even more frightening was that there was no place for shade in that "pigeon cage", and the vicious sunlight would directly shine on his body.This feeling is almost the same as death.

On August 8, in Washington, D.C., 27 miles away from Guantanamo Bay, Obama won the nomination for the presidency at the Democratic National Convention.However, this has nothing to do with Amanda and her prisoner Abdullah.

"24 hours a day, 60 minutes an hour, who are you talking to? Oh, I see, it must be the "Koran" in Arabic in your cell. Unfortunately, you only have 30 minutes a day to relax And just 10 minutes in the shower."

"However, I believe that everyone in this world needs privacy. Four military police officers are on duty in the corridor outside the cell 4 hours a day, which means that one of them will observe every 24 to 30 seconds. You. Unless it's a female military police, they won't watch you when you use the toilet."

On August 8, Amanda entered the interrogation room for the sixth time.Coming here every day in a row, she felt that this place was almost becoming Quantico's military academy.At Quantico, she was just a junior officer studying.In Guantanamo Bay Prison, she represents the Marine Corps and the United States.

"How long are you going to torture me?" Abdullah finally spoke, speaking English with an Arabic accent.

"Well, according to the information I have learned, you will always have to live in a single cell in these three camps. However, you don't need it now." Amanda replied lightly.

"why?"

"They told me that your attitude is very stubborn, you refuse to speak, and you refuse to cooperate, but you can provide us with some valuable information. Now, we can only transfer you to Camp Five."

"Camp Five?"

"That's right. Abdullah, believe me, Camp No. [-] is even more eerie and terrifying than those three prison areas. Thick concrete walls, heavy iron gates, and crimson red with warning meanings, you'd better tell An Ra prays she doesn't get claustrophobic."

"I know, you are not afraid of physical abuse, but can you resist mental torture?"

"Well, mental torture can make one think about suicide and act on it. But, Abdullah, your religion will not allow you to do that."

Abdullah stared at Amanda with a desperate look, thinking, "She was right. She was locked in a pigeon cage and endured physical and mental abuse that no one else could bear. The only thing she could do was commit suicide. But our God is against suicide!"

When he fell into silence again, Amanda noticed something strange from his performance just now.I quickly closed the written material in front of me, "I will give you time. Abdullah, I hope you can seriously consider Camp No. [-]. I hope you haven't forgotten what a normal life is like. .”

When Amanda came out of the interrogation room, her facial expression looked a little relaxed, and she said to herself, "It took a week for this bastard to tell the truth. However, I played for a whole week."

I was in such a good mood that after dinner, I borrowed a Humvee military vehicle and went diving in Guantanamo Bay not far from the base.Just after 9 p.m., when she returned to her boarding house, she received an email from Chicago, Illinois.

Looking at the time the email was sent, it happened to be 8:15 pm Chicago time.The time difference between Cuba and the United States is only one hour, so Amanda hastily turned on the video connection, preparing to connect with Julie who is far away there.

"Hey sweetheart. Wow, that looks great!" Julie exclaimed happily from the other end of the computer.

"Hi, are you okay?" Amanda sat in front of the computer with a happy face, combing her hair.

"Well, good. Remember, I said I was going to the Olympics?"

"Yes. But how did your mail come from Chicago?"

"Sweetheart, I'm back in Chicago. The Beijing Olympics ended as early as August 8."

Amanda subconsciously said, "Number 24? Still working on the second interrogation."

Julie seemed to hear something, "Sweetheart, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Is this your last summer in law school?"

"Well, yes. But I hope that by next summer, this subprime crisis will be safely over."

"What do you mean by the subprime credit crisis?" Amanda was at a loss for what Julie said.

"Well, it's just a financial storm caused by Wall Street bankers. Don't worry, it won't affect our lives." Julie explained.

Then, Jolie put her face in front of the camera and whispered, "Are you still in Iraq?"

Amanda blinked, "Uh, yes."

"Really? But, why do I think you look like you just came out of the water?"

"Please, take a shower even in Iraq."

"Really? Where are your roommates? Why didn't I see any of them? Do you have your own room in Iraq?" Julie asked, observing the facilities in Amanda's room.

"Uh, uh, my roommate just went to the shower." Amanda suddenly realized that Julie saw something.

"Second Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant McLaren!" A male voice sounded outside the door.

"I'm here, what's the matter?" Amanda called back.

"The prisoner has something to tell you. He hopes to get your help tonight." The marines outside the door shouted.

"Coming soon!"

"Uh, dear, I have something to go out." Amanda said to Julie quickly.

"Okay. But you'd better explain to me what's going on." Julie's face was ugly when she spoke.

After thinking about it, Amanda said seriously, "I will, I just hope you can believe me."

Julie smiled lightly, "I believe in you!"

After turning off the video, putting on a clean uniform and combat boots, Amanda walked out of the house with the materials.As he walked, he thought, "Abdullah, you bastard. If you lie to me, I will make you kneel on the ground and beg me to shoot you!"

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