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09/19/10(Sun)03:02 No.12145001You know just where to take the little fuck - a shed out in the long grass. "Ah, memories," you say, tossing Motor-Mouth down on the pile of debris in the corner. As before, Twitch and Vlad stand guard outside. You wait patiently as night falls and Motor-Mouth regains his senses, having been tied and made ready for an "interview."
"Ah, you fucking bitch," he eventually manages, "what shit is this?"
"Not my fault you can't handle a real woman," Damsel sneers, and you hide a smirk at the joke. With his arms tied, Motor-Mouth can't do much when you grab him by the lapels and yank him up.
"Show some manners," you sneer. You notice his lips purse to spit and headbutt him. Hard, "It wasn't a request. Now, I'm going to try this one more time: give me Russkie's money, or I'm going to cut your little peanut balls off and shove them down your throat."
Amazingly, Motor-Mouth doesn't seem intimidated, "I told you, Leif, I ain't got shit! No suit, no money, no guns! Whatever happened to honor between stalkers, huh?"
"What indeed?" Bird says sarcastically.
"Let's just give him to Russkie," you sneer, and haul him up again, only to toss him to the ground. "Get up! You've got a long walk ahead of you!" you punctuate this by prodding him with your shotgun, and he obeys - sullenly.
"That was quick," Vlad says, "and you didn't even break any bones. You'd never get anywhere in the military," he jokes.
"Don't I know," you say.
Now night has fallen; the only light you have is the stars, moon, and a vague glow on the horizon. |