Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  The black van/Friday, 20 December 0648-0715<br/><br/>Tagging:  Shaun, Cal<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>When he saw Daddy-O drive off Deke grabbed his second Egg McMuffin and started wolfing it down; he figured Shaun would be giving them the thumbs up to go in any time now.  The little sandwich wasn’t all that warm anymore, but he chased it with some coffee as he continued to mull over how to handle things that morning.<br/><br/>When he saw Junior come back from his run Deke reverted back to his initial “hard and fast” idea; just hit the fucking kid in the side of his head with his .38, or stick it in his face, or even better screw it into Mom’s ear in front of him, and that’d be the end of any tough guy shit from Junior.  But would that really be the way to go with Soccer Mom or the girls?  In his head he kept coming back to the fuck up that had been the gambling joint heist and he wasn’t so sure.  But how else to work it?<br/><br/>He remembered talking to an intel weenie back in the day, who’d said he’d also been trained as an interrogator.  They’d shot the shit about what’d gone on at Abu Ghraib and the dude had said that all the stripping guys nude, and the fucking dogs, and the water boarding and all the<i>other</i>shit that hadn’t come out, were just signs of desperate<i>amateurs</i>grasping at straws; that a<i>real</i>interrogator got<i>inside</i>his target’s head and got them to do what he wanted.  At the time Deke had thought that was all bullshit, and that a steel pipe to the knees was still the best way to get someone to do whatever you wanted.  But now he wasn’t so sure; maybe sometimes trying a carrot before the stick was the way to go?  “Shit,” he thought “even if the carrot<i>doesn’t</i>work, you can still break the stick in half over their heads and shove the pointy end up their ass ‘til they bleed.  All that takes is<i>time</i>, and Shaun says we’ll have plenty of that today.”<br/><br/>As he sipped the last of his lukewarm coffee Deke wished he’d gotten a third McMuffin.  Then he chuckled to himself.  “Maybe Mom’s fixed something good for breakfast.  I wonder if she’ll be willing to<i>share?</i>”