The two women were talking with such familiarity that it was hard to believe they were speaking another language.
“Do you know what they’re saying,” Matt asked, nodding his head towards the two gossiping Indians.
“I don’t speak Indian, I’m afraid. But I do speak Japanese.”
“You speak Jap?” he said, as though he’d been dragged out of time from the second world war. “Me and my brother have one. If I bring you along, can you translate some of the things he’s been saying?”
“Sure. Yeah, sure, maybe. I mean, I don’t really know; I only speak basic Japanese, so I’d only really be able to understand so much of what he’s saying…”
“Well okay,” he said. “I guess that’s close enough. Come with me.”
I followed him, and met up with his brother. “This girl says she speaks Jap. She might be able to translate our perps words.”
Sam looked at her. “Okay, but don’t get freaked out by what you see in there. It’s all for a higher purpose…”
When the boys walked me in, the room was dank, dripping, black and darkest grey, rotting. The Japanese man was tied to a chair in the middle with rope, his face bleeding and eyes piercing. Under him, there was a huge pentagram in what I considered to be his blood.
Shocked, I moved forward towards him emphatically. “Doshita no?” What happened?
Bitterly, he spat out a response. All I heard was, “Anata no tomodachi wa…” before a string of words punctuated by anger spewed from his mouth.
“What did he say?” asked Matt.
I turned back to him. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “All I caught was, ‘your friends’…”
“Yeah, right, okay…”
I turned back to the man. “Anata wa… nani ga hoshii desu ka?” What do you want?
He spoke again. He repeated ‘your friends’, but one other word stuck out particularly. “Shinu?” I cried.
“Shinu!” he repeated adamantly.
“What’d he say?”
“He wants you dead,” I repeated, still staring at shock at him before I turned to Matt.
“That’s it, he’s dead –”
I spread my hands out, protecting the Japanese man. This was not World War Two, and this man was not evil.
“Get out of the way, Emily,” said Matt.
“No,” I said. “You brought me in here to translate his words, and that’s what I plan to do. You really wanna go ahead and kill him just because he wants you dead? Look at him! You’ve obviously tied him up and tortured him, what do you expect from him? You wanted information, right?”
“She’s right,” said Sam.
“I don’t give a damn!” cried Matt. “She can’t tell us anything anyway, so barely speaks it! Get out of the way, Emily. I promise you he deserves it!”
“She was able to tell us he wants us dead,” said Sam. “Maybe she still has some use.”
Matt looked between Emily and Sam resentfully. “Fine,” he said, “I’ll give it one more shot. But that’s it, alright?”
“Got it,” said Sam.