Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm

[The Zango]

At the mention of Lexi's name, Ocara began to struggle against the bonds, and grow eeven more agitated. After a moment he regained his composure, reasoning with himself and calming himself down, he hadn't seen Lexi, he hadn't heard Lexi and he didn't even hear Lexi on the trip over with them, most likely they were trying to wind him up and cause him to falter.

"Even if you have her, she wouldn't tell you, she's just trying to protect them, she doesn't even know that I started all of this!"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Izzy:

Izzy didn't even bother to look at Yossar. His eyes were wide, and whatever posture he might have been able to hold in the chair he didn't bother with. He was pitiable, he didn't want to die, not tonight, and not like this.

"He had no problem with Alex being executed, why would he care to let me go even if I helped?" he said meekly. He wanted to believe Yossar, he wanted to think that everything would be fine if he just came clean, but he knew it would still lead to him being dumped with the others in the next few hours in some dumpster or maintenance tunnel.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Vance:

"Bullshit. She cares far more for you then the rest of the damn company. Who was she with at the bar, who's apartment did we find you in?"

He started to twist the knife inside of his hand, slowly tugging at it in different directions.

"Now tell us, which bar is it?"

 

[The Zango]

"I'M TELLING YOU THERE IS NO BAR!" Ocara shouted, the pain in his hand reaching a peak, making it feel that it wasn't just his hand that was being cut, but his entire body. He held it together though, for he had a hope, just a little flicker, but it was still there.

The idiot thought they were located in a bar, a fact that was as false as the factory story, if he could hold out a little longer, if he could make it just a little more convincing...

"Are you fucki- ARGGHHHH!!!"

Ocara couldn't even finish that sentence, for the blade was plunged through the rest of his hand, shredding through bone, ligament and flesh alike until it pocked out of his palm.

He let out a long scream and then several smaller ones, he had planned on playing up how much pain he felt, but this was not acting, there was no need to pretend here.

"OK! The bars name is Black and Whites, you need to ask the bartender to open up the 98' and he'll let you in to HQ. Now please, let me go!"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Vance:

Vance smiled.

"Thank you, now I have one last thing to ask you," he said, as he placed his hand around the knife once more. "WHERE IS THE REAL BASE!"

He drove the knife deeper into his hand, twisted it, and finally pulled it out. He held the knife close to Ocara's throat.

"We haven't even started grilling the girl yet, but if you want to, I can bring her down here, sit her in front of you, and ask her the same damn questions I'm asking you! So I suggest you tell us what we're wanting to hear right now, before I sink to that level."

The room was silent for a moment, while Vance stared at the blade he held at Ocara's throat before looking back at him.

"Understood?"

 

[The Zango]

Ocara finished another creative chain of expletives to find that his hand was gone, not just numb, he didn't even feel like he had a hand anymore, it felt just an empty void at the end of the pole of searing pain that was his arm. If he couldn't see it for himself, he wouldn't have believed that he still had it.

"Go ahead you fuck! Kill me! Your not getting anything!" he screamed into the mans face, before spiting out a large glob of blue blood at the mans face.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Vance:

Vance sighed and took a small bottle from the cart and opened it. He shrugged, he didn't care at this point.

"Fine, have it your way."

He poured the contents of the bottle onto Ocara's gutted hand. The bottle was empty, he simply dropped it by Ocara's side.

"We'll talk later," he said as he walked back to the door. He turned the lights off, and once again, Ocara was left alone, to wait for them to return again.

 

[The Zango]

Whatever the bastard had poured on his hand, it was bringing it 'back to life' with a vengeance, and what a vengeance. The acute sting was almost as back as the knife being driving into it in the first place, the liquid seeming to activate all of the overloaded nerves once more and freeze them in a state of writhing agony.

And so, again, he screamed. For how long he didn't know, all he knew was the incredible pain in his hand and the deafening sounds of his own anguished roars, reverberating around the chamber, the sound seemingly amplified with each 'bounce'.

 

[Captainguy42]

"Because the Aegis Protection Firm is a business, my boss, myself, my comrades, we are all business-men. As such we have a reputation to protect, that being one of fairness and being trust-worthy. If word got out we were in the habit of killing prisoners indiscriminately and without giving them a chance, you could see how that would hurt our reputation. And think about it? Who would want to surrender to us if they knew we were just going to kill them? No, no, no, killing prisoners isn't good strategy and it isn't good business. As for your friend Alex I'm sure he did something that uspsetted my boss, you shouldn't follow his example." After the speech he held the cleaver up and spun it around his talons.

"This is your last chance, if you don't tell me where your base is I shall begin making use of my tools." He pressed the tip of the cleaver against the top of Izzy's chest, "Where is the main headquarters of the 4-6 Supremacy?"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Izzy:

Izzy stared at Yossar. He didn't know what to say. The wound in his chest still stung, reminding him of how he had gotten there. They had patched him up with Medi-Gel though; he was worth something to them. He tried to rationalize what Yossar was saying, maybe there was a chance that he could get out of this alive.

"It's... It's run out of this nightclub in the heart of the district. It's called Elixir. It's heavily guarded though. You can go in the front or the back, but you'll still find the lobby tucked away behind the club. The lobbies have stairs that go up and down. At the top is this office where our boss is, bellow is things like living quarters, storage, med bay, prison, pretty well the rest of it. We ran the Suns out of it when we took over, must have cost them a fortune to make. It's built like a stronghold though."

He sighed, he would tell them whatever they wanted now, he didn't care. He had gotten hurt for trying to fight earlier, and Alex got killed for it. It wasn't worth it anymore.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara laughed when he heard Izzy speak. He still had his shotgun leveled at Izzy. "Huh. And here I thought I might have to give you a little help." He looked at Yossar's face. Basara's eyes changed. They were the cold eyes of a man who knew firsthand the best methods of torture. "Don't worry, this is your gig. I just thought I might have to give a shot of Epinephrine, just to make sure he didn't pass out from the pain." He never moved the shotgun off Izzy. "So...what do we do with 'im?'

 

[Captainguy42]

" That is for the boss to decide, depending on how good this information is." Yossar replied. Speaking of which Yossar turned his attention back to Izzy.

"How do I know you're not lying about this club? It would be a shame if I went there, found it was a waste time, and then had to come back an kill you for lying."

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara took out a hypodermic needle. It was filled with an evil liquid, naturally purple but so dark it looked midnight black. The very liquid itself looked evil. Basara flicked the needle. "My own invention. This is all the incentive he needs. He looked at Yossar for a moment, then quickly stepped forward. He stabbed the needle into the shoulder muscle and injected only a little bit, barely a tenth of the vial. He pulled out the needle as the muscle began to spasm. "Like it? Not only is there epinephrine in there to keep you awake, there's also beta-blockers to stop those annoying little pain-killin' endorphins. There's something in there to paralyze your muscles. It won't cause any pain on it's own, but there'll be one hell of a reckoning if Yossar actually has to use that knife. I also have a new batch I've just been dying to try." He laughed, a cold, cruel laugh. "I really hope Yossar is familiar with the whole good cop bad cop routine. A punch to the jaw would really sell it." Basara thought.

 

[Captainguy42]

Yossar was not amused, before Basara had intervened he had Izzy on the ropes without even needing to lay a finger on him. Izzy had already told him the location, he just needed to see if he could prove what he was saying was true. Most importantly he had gotten Izzy to trust him, which would wield more information than raw fear ever-would, for all he knew Basara's actions had just washed away whatever trust was left. Basara you idiot, using you for interrogation is like using a chain-saw for surgery. Yossar didn't talk though, if Izzy saw that none of this was according the situation could worsen. He just looked at Izzy and waited to see his reaction to Basara's injection.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Izzy:

Izzy started to panic as he heard the effects of the drug get listed off to him. He had thought he was safe with Yossar, that things might work out for him. It seemed though that there was little that could be done now.

"You... You bastards! I told you what you wanted to fucking know! You sadistic fuck!"

He started wriggling in the restraints. Desperation was hitting him hard. He wanted to get out, he wanted to go home.

 

[Captainguy42]

Maybe the situation can still be salvaged.

" You haven't told us enough yet, how do we know this information is good, did you have anything with you that you can use to prove that's the place." Yossar pressed on, mentally cursing Basara for throwing this wrench in the works.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Basara sighed. "There's nothing in the drug to hurt you, so long as you don't bloody try and commit suicide. Hell, you should like the damn thing. Humans are programmed to love adrenaline." He muttered under his breath. "There are three of them. If two agree, then we know that they're telling the truth, even if one tries to be a hero. If all three don't agree, that means they're all lying, we move to torture anyway. If we have to kill them, I give him the antidote, swarm his body with endorphins and epinephrine, then shoot him in the the head. No pain. Why does it have to get more complicated.?" Basara thought. He sighed through his nose as he sat down in the chair, gun still leveled at Izzy.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Izzy:

"You want proof? Why don't you check the others?" Izzy said as he started to buck around in his restraints. "I mean, what the hell else can I give you, other then what I tell you?!"

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

Sigh...I don't think Basara is acting in character. So, I've going to take a 5 day break from this RP, effective immediately. I'm hopin' to come back fresh with new ideas on monday!

 

[Captainguy42]

"Basara, watch him, don't do anything, I'm going to compare notes with Verahl and Karnak." Yossar told Basara, before turning to Izzy, " As for you, in case your friends stories don't match yours I suggest thinking of some sort or proof, maybe a message you recieved on your omni-tool."

With that Yossar dropped the knife on the table and left the room, going into the other barracks, where he saw Esten standing guard for both Verahl and Karnak.

"Esten, can you call Verahl and Karnak, I got mine to talk, I want to see if they can corraborate his story." He requested, before seeing Esten disapear into the two rooms and waiting for the others to come out.