“They both believe they were brought here to die,” said Marks.
“And you don’t think that’s a possibility?” asked Viola, looking mildly surprised. “Recruits do die here. It’s rare, but it happens. This is not summer camp, Amanda.”
“That’s different. Accidents happen. And Robie and Reel are not recruits. They are vets and battle-tested. But if the purpose from the start was—”
He cut her off. “Don’t try to think too much about it. Just do your job. You’ll be happy, and so will the higher-ups.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
He glanced sideways at her. “Maybe in the past. Maybe. But not anymore.”
“What changed?”
“We were attacked. The Towers fell. The Pentagon was hit. Planes crashed. Americans died. Now I try to see the world only in black and white.”
“The world is not black and white.”
“That’s why I said I try to do it.”
He turned and left the room.
Marks came forward and stared down at the two unconscious agents. She thought back to her meeting with Evan Tucker before coming here. The director had been understandably clear on the outcome he wanted. On the surface it appeared fair and evenhanded. If they passed the test, they passed. They would be redeployed. Simple and straightforward.
But then this had come—the order for the waterboarding to be conducted by Viola. The man was excellent at his job, Marks knew. But he had, well, a ruthlessness, a moral compass that did not seem to actually encompass any morals at all. That bothered her.
A signed confession admitting to murder and treason?
That had to have come from Evan Tucker. No one else in the agency would have dared issue such an order. So the rules had changed. Tucker was using the Burner Box not only to test and break Robie and Reel. He also wanted them to admit to acts that would result in their imprisonment. He had not told her this part of the plan. He had been wise not to, because Marks would have refused.
This seemingly simple thought stunned her. She had never before refused to carry out a direct order. It was just not something one did. Failing to do that had been the cause of both Robie’s and Reel’s current troubles.
Am I becoming like them?
She heard Robie and Reel moan and then they started to come around.
She turned to one of her men. “Take them back to their room. Let them sleep. I’ll give directions for when their next testing will begin.”
This order was carried out immediately. She watched Robie and Reel being carried back to their room.
Their prison cell, more like it.
Maybe their death row.