Hot Brown (Fratelli)

[♠ Aaron Mitchell]

The trio of men walked down the corridor, their brightly polished shoes squeaking on the clean floor. In the background, grunts could be heard from one of the poor Privates charged with cleaning the floor and keeping it in its pristine state. This was the administrative and of the prison block, the sociable end, and Aaron came to a stop in front of the desk next to the large metal door. The Warrant Officer sat there threw up a salute as Aaron leaned forwards.

”Warrant Officer, I’d like to go have a few words with my new friend. Can I have the keys for an interrogation room, please?”
”Certainly, sir,” came the clipped reply, ”Second on the right.” He passed over a set of keys, and the two Sten-wielding guards on the door opened it up for Aaron. He nodded a thanks and both of them as he carried on walking down the corridor. He stopped outside one door, and span the circular cover of the peep-hole taking a look inside. Fratelli was in their, on the bed.
”Sergeant. If you’d please.”
”Certainly, sir.” was the reply in the gruff, Scottish accent. As he fiddled with the lock, Aaron turned to Private Brown, and Italian speaker, and their translator. ”You ready for this, Lachlan?” The young soldier gave a small nod as the door creaked open. Aaron spoke.

”Soldat Mario Fratelli. How are you? Are your wounds healing well? Please, come with me.”

Brown repeated this in Italian, and stepped back with Aaron as Sergeant McAlister stepped forward with a pair of handcuffs.

[ag]

Fratelli's bruises were still fresh and the cuts and scrapes up and down the left side of his body were aching as usual. He looked at the three men one of which he had a much more intimate relationship with... the other two he had no desire to have any sort of encounter with but that wasn't an option. Fratelli slowly made his way to his feet with a little bit of a struggle. He was well rested now and had plenty of energy to move on his own the damage was little more than superficial. Fratelli held out his hands knowing full well what the captures intended to do with the cuffs. Fratelli was stripped of his weapons and had a feeling that his comrades wouldn't come for him even though he'd searched many times before for them. Fratelli was cuffed and started his long trek down the corridor toward a door... a door that offered only mystery because he had no idea what was in store for him.

[♠ Aaron Mitchell]

Aaron looked the Italian up and down. He was recovering well. That was good to see, if he was in shit state then he might be up for the day. Aaron led them down towards an interview room.

”Well, you probably know why I want to see you. We need to have a few words with you, and then, perhaps if you’re lucky, some family or friends in Friendly Italy may sponsor your return to your homeland.” He paused for a moment to allow the translator to do his stuff. ”Allow me to introduce these two men. The man here with your handcuffs is Sergeant McAlister. A small warning here, his brother was killed by Italian soldiers earlier this year, so if you annoy him, I cannot vouch for what he does. And Private Brown here speaks fluent Italian, and he’ll be translating, but you probably already guessed this.”

Brown babbled off in Italian as Aaron turned towards a Corporal stood by the interview rooms. The young man flew up a salute as Aaron approached, and the Lieutenant gave a nod of appreciation. ”Corporal, could you bring some Coffee and Tea in? Thanks.”

As the man scurried off, Mitchell unlocked the door and stepped inside, gesturing for the men to follow on. The room was sparsely furnished, with a metal table and a few chairs. But not much else was required for a little talk with their new friend.