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Post by Mike on Sept 28, 2007 14:31:21 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter. It's going to happen anyway..."
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Sept 28, 2007 14:44:32 GMT -5
"Well, Eeyore, there's also the possibility of redemption here. A chance to prove worth is knocking on your door. I think you should really answer and talk to me about to the events leading up to this evening." Jonas masks his disgust for this asshat with an eagerness to PERSUADE him to start giving some information.
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Post by Mike on Sept 28, 2007 14:46:53 GMT -5
"No..." He said it once a bit lazily, and then reaffirmed it with, "No, I don't think I'm going to."
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Sept 28, 2007 14:54:35 GMT -5
"Who are you being so tough for? Me? The ladies? The company? Honestly, the longer you delay, the tighter the corner you paint yourself into..."
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Post by Mike on Sept 28, 2007 15:01:50 GMT -5
"Who's going to kill me first you, or them?"
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Sept 28, 2007 15:03:32 GMT -5
"Who do you think will make it last the longest?"
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Post by Mike on Sept 28, 2007 15:08:11 GMT -5
As if he failed to hear Jonas's last comment. "My guardian angel will come to take me home..."
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Sept 28, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
Jonas takes the hammer off the table and brings it down hard on the floor between the man's feet. "No one's coming here, do you even know where you are? I guarantee it's not Barry's House of Tarps. We are only moments into our relationship, you get to decide when the pain stops." Jonas sets his eye on this man. "Are you comfortable with the idea of what is going to happen to you over the course of the next couple months? Why was the Shelter targeted?"
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Post by Mike on Sept 28, 2007 15:34:41 GMT -5
His gaze slowly drops down to the hammer, and then rises back to meet Jonas's. His grin was bit on the goofy side. "It was easy...very easy...execpt for the one girl..." The smile faded, and he paused for a moment to reflect. "I hope Smith put one between her eyes...oh well..."
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Post by Anastasia P. on Sept 28, 2007 19:28:07 GMT -5
Ana takes one last deep breath and pulls on a ski mask of her own, then changes her mind and pulls it back off. "It'll work better if he can see my face." She opts to pull her hair up under a handkerchief instead. A mental message:
"Jonas, I'm coming in. I take it I'll have to be the good cop?"
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Post by Anastasia P. on Sept 28, 2007 20:26:47 GMT -5
Ana walks into the room, pulls on a pair of latex gloves, and walks up to stand close to the prisoner and as opposite as she can from Jonas. She makes eye contact, looking ever so slightly concerned,
"Is my friend giving you a hard time? I think you've had a bad enough day. I'm sure you don't need to experience any more unnecessary discomfort."
She nods towards Jonas, and he puts the hammer down.
"Now, I think you have some things to tell us, and you know that by doing so you'll guarantee yourself a much more pleasant and productive future. Why don't you open up a little?"
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Oct 3, 2007 11:03:08 GMT -5
The captive begins to loosen up and get a little smug when Ana sits in the chair Jonas has vacated. For a second it seems like keeping secrets from this bitch will be a piece of cake. "We were all hired to do a job," the Oh-Shit look leaves his face almost as quickly as it arrived, and then it's as easy as talking to an old friend, "we are a group called the Weekend Warriors. They called us with a target and gave us a gadget of some sort that would tell us how to separate the kids into two groups. Once we had gotten all the kids together, we could have our choice to have our turn."
Ana smiles at her success, which was far stronger than her disgust, "Hmm, let's just say we focus on the people who contacted you...who did you say again?"
"Well, it was ::grumble-mumble:: Illiad..." and as he says that, his body begins to convulse in a horrible and painful seizure...well, fun for us to watch, but horrible for him. Ana jumps in quick to keep him from swallowing his tongue, but to no avail. The man's face goes red, and then a wet pop from behind him. A short spurt of blood paints a red streak across the makeshift blue tarp wall.
Jonas jumps and turns, "Are you fucking kidding me? Who fucking shot him?" quickly realizing that no one was carrying a gun, and snipers can't shoot into a windowless basement.
Ana pushes the body back into the chair, pointing out the lack of entry wound, "No one, Jonas..."
Bethany tilts the head down to look in the exit wound, "It looks like someone put a tiny bomb in his head..."
"Shit," Jonas turns off the camera, "Well, there isn't much else we can do. Let's get this cleaned up and get some use out of FM's woodchipper while Bethany checks in on the kids (air quotes) health status. Damn this is a let down."
"At least we aren't leaving empty handed..." says Mia from the corner as she starts rolling tarps off the frame.
The Ebon Storm cleans up, leaving no trace of having been in the warehouse.
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