Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 12:24:53 GMT -8
(This is just sort of a free flow thingie I had floating in the back of my head. Anyone that wants is welcome to add to it, just keep things cohesive.)
The punch smashed across the right side of my jaw. Several somethings popped, most of them in the offending hand. So maybe a few were teeth. That's the price of doing business in these parts.
"WHERE IS THE GIRL?"
For the third time in as many minutes, the badly accented voice screamed from the shadows at the edge of the room. For the third time in as many minutes, I answered.
"Which girl would that be?"
Another punch, this one on the left side. I was seeing stars by this point, and the edges of my vision were fading to black. These guys were rank amateurs. Hard to get questions from an unconscious man. I've been worked over by experts before. This was practically a walk in the park.
"Look," I said, trying to sound reasonable, despite the copious amounts of blood filling my mouth. "I'm just a hired gun. This was a contract. Take out the bossman, don't kill anyone that doesn't need killing, and get the hell out. Standard rules, all approved by the guild. I don't know anything about a girl."
"You LIE!!"
"Technically, I sit. But let's not split hairs."
The right side again. This time, I could tell the guy had seriously messed up his hands. It hurt like a bitch, but the blow lacked any sort of real power. Never hit a guy in the face with a closed fist, folks. It looks cool, but it ain't worth it.
"Tell us where the girl is, and you'll die quickly."
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes.
"Or I could tell you that I don't know anything about a girl, so you might as well kill me now."
There was some chatter from the corner of the room. Sounded eastern European, maybe Russian. The shouty man was conferring with the punchy man. This was good. The guild has very strict rules about killing operatives. Do what you want to stop them, but if they surrender, turn them over. Even third world warlords knew better than to defy the guild. For all their talk about killing, it was an idle threat and they knew it.
Which was why I was very surprised to find what felt like an AK barrel pressed up against the back of my head.
"If you insist."
I tried to re-
The punch smashed across the right side of my jaw. Several somethings popped, most of them in the offending hand. So maybe a few were teeth. That's the price of doing business in these parts.
"WHERE IS THE GIRL?"
For the third time in as many minutes, the badly accented voice screamed from the shadows at the edge of the room. For the third time in as many minutes, I answered.
"Which girl would that be?"
Another punch, this one on the left side. I was seeing stars by this point, and the edges of my vision were fading to black. These guys were rank amateurs. Hard to get questions from an unconscious man. I've been worked over by experts before. This was practically a walk in the park.
"Look," I said, trying to sound reasonable, despite the copious amounts of blood filling my mouth. "I'm just a hired gun. This was a contract. Take out the bossman, don't kill anyone that doesn't need killing, and get the hell out. Standard rules, all approved by the guild. I don't know anything about a girl."
"You LIE!!"
"Technically, I sit. But let's not split hairs."
The right side again. This time, I could tell the guy had seriously messed up his hands. It hurt like a bitch, but the blow lacked any sort of real power. Never hit a guy in the face with a closed fist, folks. It looks cool, but it ain't worth it.
"Tell us where the girl is, and you'll die quickly."
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes.
"Or I could tell you that I don't know anything about a girl, so you might as well kill me now."
There was some chatter from the corner of the room. Sounded eastern European, maybe Russian. The shouty man was conferring with the punchy man. This was good. The guild has very strict rules about killing operatives. Do what you want to stop them, but if they surrender, turn them over. Even third world warlords knew better than to defy the guild. For all their talk about killing, it was an idle threat and they knew it.
Which was why I was very surprised to find what felt like an AK barrel pressed up against the back of my head.
"If you insist."
I tried to re-
