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चेन्नई में रजनीकांत की जेलर 2 सेट पर करंट लगने से क्रू मेंबर की मौत, पुलिस ने शुरू की जांच
रजनीकांत अभिनीत आगामी एक्शन फिल्म जेलर 2 के सेट पर एक अजीब दुर्घटना के कारण 28 वर्षीय एक कार्यकर्ता की मौत हो गई। समाचार एजेंसी पीटीआई ने गुरुवार को बताया कि चेन्नई के एक निजी स्टूडियो में फिल्म के सेट पर काम करने के दौरान करंट लगने से एक कर्मचारी की मौत हो गई.
जेलर 2 के टीज़र की घोषणा से रजनीकांत की तस्वीर। (इंस्टाग्राम)
जेलर 2 के क्रू मेंबर की सेट पर मौत
पुलिस सूत्रों के हवाले से रिपोर्ट में…
यूपी के बरेली में मानसिक रूप से विक्षिप्त पत्नी को बिजली का झटका देकर मारने वाले व्यक्ति को उम्रकैद की सजा
बरेली, यहां की एक स्थानीय अदालत ने अपनी मानसिक रूप से विक्षिप्त पत्नी को खाट से बांधकर बार-बार बिजली का झटका देकर उसकी हत्या करने के जुर्म में एक व्यक्ति को आजीवन कारावास की सजा सुनाई है। वकीलों ने गुरुवार को यह जानकारी दी।
यूपी के बरेली में मानसिक रूप से विक्षिप्त पत्नी को बिजली का झटका देकर मारने वाले व्यक्ति को उम्रकैद की सजा
अतिरिक्त जिला सरकारी वकील हरेंद्र सिंह राठौड़ ने कहा कि अतिरिक्त…
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“I’ll never tell you! No matter what you do to me, I-I can’t! I won’t!” Don choked out, teeth abuzz and throat crackling with the fiery current. He couldn’t make out the Triceratons’ demands anymore over the cacophony of sounds and sensations being ripped out of his skull.
Make it stop, it hurts! Master Splinter!
He had no memory of his stasis cuffs deactivating but suddenly his hands were clawing at his scalp of their own accord, scrabbling to pry the helmet away before it could fuse into his skin and melt his brain to goo. Someone seized his wrists, no doubt the guard trying to reactivate the restraints.
“Get off! Get it off!” he howled but the Triceraton was too strong, the grip wouldn’t be shaken. “You can’t make me—!”
“Donatello! Donatello, shh-shh-shhh, it is alright!”
Master Splinter?
“Help me, help me, please,” Don gasped, hoarse, heaving. The air tasted of his own burnt flesh. “They’ll take everything, they’ll see everything, get them out of my head!”
“You are safe, my son,” Splinter soothed. “You are no longer in that place. You are home. There is nothing on your head.”
“Wha…What?! No, it’s—!” He jerked again, bloodstained fingers clawing uselessly at air as they were once again tugged back. Before he could try again, a paw moved to rest, painstakingly gentle, on the crown of his head.
His bare head, unmarred aside from fresh, stinging scratches and cold rivulets of sweat. It beaded into his eyes, forcing him to blink viciously until the stream of consciousness swam and coalesced into…his lab. Splinter kneeling before him, cupping his face, holding his hand.
And Mikey hovering over them, ashen, appalled, hands shaking around the prank buzzer he had prodded none the wiser against the back of his brother’s neck.
cw: capture, used as bait, electrocution, interrogation
previous (epilogue) // Masterlist
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The rope that wound around his wrists was as scratchy as the worst sweater in a thrift shop, and Benji was pouring all the focus he could into how much he hated it.
Better that than thinking about where he was and what he was doing here, better than thinking about what had to come next.
He was in some kind of… he wanted to say lab? At least part of a lab. Fluorescent lights buzzed above him and a squeaky-clean pair of sinks stood to his left, framed by matching sets of metal drawers that were as tall as he was. Benji, meanwhile, had his arms bent around the back of a swivel chair and his mouth covered with a few thick strips of tape.
But who cared about any of that, right? The rope was itchy. That was the real star of this event.
He adjusted his shoulders, clacking his nails together as he tried to breathe deeply through his nose. Calm. He was perfectly calm and everything would be okay. It was just a show, right? Just a one-man show with audience interaction, and he was good at that, and that was why it was him in the chair. The better he did, the better for the whole team, and he wasn't really in danger anyway. Jericho would be listening in through a tiny microphone housed in one of Benji’s earrings, and Joy and Finley were probably already in the building, looking for the stolen kernels of isotope G.
It was all just a show, and he was the misdirection.
The door to his back opened, and Benji ducked his head without meaning to, shoulders hunching in as far as they could with his tied hands. Good, fine and dandy. The movement was uncontrolled, but he could roll with it, lean into being scared and out of his depth. A startled noise built in his throat as whoever'd entered grabbed the back of the chair and spun him around, and Benji let the sound out, flinching back from the newcomer as he did.
The guy—a bearded man with graying hair who wasn't one of the security guards who'd tossed Benji in here—was unimpressed with his nervous response, looking down at him with cold gray eyes that reminded him a little too much of—
No. Nope. He's dead. Don't think about that right now.
The guy crossed his arms, looking Benji over. “This facility is private property,” he said. “You were caught breaking and entering with what I assume is intent to steal. We have it all on camera. If I call the police, you don't stand a chance.”
But they'd all been banking pretty hard on that ‘if’. Shieldwatch was a security company with its own research and development program, and Rhett Balkan said his team traced some of the missing G fragments to their lab. You don't want the cops involved if you're being sketchy and illegal.
The man took a step towards Benji. “But before it comes to that, I have some questions for you.” He grabbed the edge of the tape that covered Benji’s mouth and tore it away with enough force to yank his head to the side. Once again, he elected to let his emotions show.
“Ow, fuck!” Why did they even put it on in the first place if he was just gonna do that anyway? Asshole.
“Who do you work for?” The man leaned on one of the sinks, and Benji’s brain took the opportunity to notice a few more things about him. For one, the taser clipped to his belt and the lovely pistol holstered beside it.
Danger marks, that's all. Like the hourglass on a black widow. Just because they were there didn't mean the guy would use them, right?
But apparently he’d let the silence drag on a little too long, and the man leaned forward, one hand brushing the taser, which was a great sign—
“I asked you a question.”
“No one,” Benji said, shifting like answering made him nervous. It sorta did. There was a reason he was the one in the chair instead of Joy or Kaius—or heaven forbid, Hunter. There was a balance to be struck here. Keep him engaged but don't piss him off. Don't get yourself hurt. From the looks of it, that might be easier said than done.
“No one, huh? You're just breaking and entering for shits and giggles?”
“Well—yeah, I mean, no, but I was dared to, so—"
At that, the man withdrew his taser and held it under Benji’s chin. Lovely. Maybe the whole ‘Shieldwatch won’t call the cops’ thing wasn't the benefit they thought it was.
“I want you to give me an answer that isn't bullshit. Understand?”
“Yeah,” Benji said, and the squeak in his voice wasn't entirely acting. He'd already planned on the dare fib being sniffed out. What he hadn't anticipated was the taser enthusiasm.
“Good. Now tell me who you're working for. Another company? A gang?”
He could lie. Make up a corporation or name one of the rival security companies that came to mind. But Rhett was very specific about the need to be vague. Lead him on, don't give too much, don't give a concrete answer. In theory it was an easy task, because most people wouldn't immediately reach for a weapon when they started getting impatient, but their crew didn't face off against most people now, did they? Oh no, it always had to be the hard way—
Benji’s vision went white before he really knew what was happening. One second he was getting ready to answer the stupid question, and the next it was like the world was disintegrating around him. Or maybe it was him that was disintegrating. His throat cinched shut like a drawstring bag, his skull vibrated, his muscles clenched so hard it felt like they were tearing and then—
Then he was looking at his lap, struggling to inhale as drool dripped onto his torn-up jeans.
Jericho…
The man grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, and Benji had enough sense to really really hope he hadn't said his friend's name out loud.
“Are you going to answer me? Or do you want to go again?”
Strike a balance. He had to say something to placate the guy, or pique his interest, or something. But his throat hurt in a weird way when he tried to speak.
“Are you with that startup? Foxglove?”
Benji nodded before he could stop himself. It was too easy to lie. That was what this guy wanted, right? A rival come to sabotage them or steal their secrets? He knew outright agreeing to something like that was supposed to lead to a dead end, but he could just keep lying, couldn't he? He was good at that.
He must've not heard the man's next question, because the points of the taser suddenly dug into the skin under his collarbone.
“Well? What did they send you for?”
Ahhh, so this was the part where he got caught in the lie. What did they even have here, besides the stolen isotope? Security cameras for sale? Entry detection systems?
“I… they wanted me to find a binder. Customer logs, or something like that. They didn't say why—”
White heat erupted in his ribs, muscles and lungs clenching, throat closing around a scream. Benji sagged in the chair as the pain pulled away, for a moment only aware of the struggle to breathe and the pull of the ropes around his wrists.
“All of our records are digital. Why did they send you?”
Fuck fuck fuck. Where were Joy and Finley? Jericho had to hear what was going on, they’d come get him, or cut the mission short or something, wouldn't they?
But what if they didn't?
The kernels were radioactive; they were dangerous in the wrong hands. Getting them away from this company was the number one priority, it was important, he knew it was important, but did that mean he was stuck here? What if the team was having trouble making entry, or finding the target? Would he just be at this guy's trigger-happy mercy for the next hour?
In and out. It's supposed to be in and out. Just one more minute, probably…
But what if it wasn't?
Benji’s heart jumped as the taser bit into his neck. He’d taken too long to answer again.
“Wait—”
Too late. The switch was flipped and he was thrown back into the white hot light, scorching and impossible to get away from. His throat burned, like he was being cooked from the inside out, and when it was finally over he was shaking.
Jericho, please…
“I can keep this up all night if you can't give me a straight answer. Tell me what you came here for.” The points of the taser dug into him again, right under the spot where his jaw curved into his neck.
Somewhere in the building, an alarm started blaring.
Ohh thank fuck.
The man straightened, slipping the taser back into his belt and glancing towards the door with a frown. He threw a pissed off glare at Benji.
“Is this you?”
“How the fuck would it be me?” he wheezed out, and the man huffed, throwing open the door and slamming it behind him.
Thank fuck. Thank Jericho.
Benji immediately set to work on the ropes. The plan was back on track, probably, and now it was time for him to make his daring escape. Only… his hands wouldn't cooperate. His fingers were already half-numb from the loss of circulation, and with all the tasering happening, he was shaky on top of that, his grip frustratingly weak.
Ugh, come on…
He couldn't keep a grip on the knots, and his heart beat faster with every slip. What happened when the guy came back? He was supposed to be able to get out on his own, he said he'd be fine…
Come on…
But he hadn't factored in the stupid taser, hadn't expected to get zapped within two minutes of being brought in here. Benji cursed under his breath and forced himself to inhale deeply.
You're fine, you're fine. Nothing happened, you're just shaky because… because you need a snack. There's no rush, there's no danger, there's no pressure—
His body gave a jolt as footsteps hurried past the door. Fuck. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but his body was on edge right now. It wasn't working. He grit his teeth and tried to shimmy out of the ropes, but they were tight. He'd fuck up his hands pretty good trying to slip out of them, and he really didn't wanna do that—
Sahota could do it.
The thought stung. Of course Sahota could do it, Sahota could probably do anything. But Sahota wasn't here. They might not ever see Sahota again, and… and he couldn't think about that either right now, he had to just get out of this damn chair and get out of here before—
The door swung open and Benji flinched so bad he almost tipped the chair, breath catching in his throat.
Fuck, fuck, I'm—
“Shit dude, you good?”
Joy. Ohh he could cry right now.
Benji shrugged. “I'm… help?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” She darted over, flicking open a pocket knife and slicing the ropes away. “Think you can walk? Finley's keeping ‘em busy, but we gotta go.”
“Yeah, I… yeah.” He wanted badly to hug her, but of course now wasn't the time. Time to get up. Time to make his shaky legs do their job. Time to…
…Slump unceremoniously onto Joy as his knees buckled.
“Shit. I gotcha.” She pulled his arm across her shoulders and they stumbled towards the door.
The hallway was empty, thankfully, and Joy guided him towards where she and Finley had made their entrance. He hardly dared to breathe until they were out of the facility and halfway to the getaway car. Jericho threw open the van's door before Joy could even reach for its handle.
“Is everyone okay? Benji?”
“Mostly,” he said, climbing inside and falling into a seat. “That guy’s got issues.”
Joy pulled the door closed behind her. “Finley's on her way back. Almost clear to move.”
“You guys all got through it okay though?” Benji said, rubbing at his raw wrists. “Mission complete?”
Joy and Jer exchanged a glance. Joy sucked in air through her teeth.
“Well… not quite,” she said.
Not quite? What did not quite mean?
As if to answer his thoughts, Joy continued, hands fidgeting in her lap. Empty hands. She didn't have the containment bag she'd gone in with, and unless Finley came running up with it...
