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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:51 pm
"If you'll follow us." The woman stated curtly, turning to leave. The goggled man walked with her and one of the guards followed behind Jerome, keeping a gun on the larger man.
Once out in the hall the woman resumed speaking, staring ahead, "You'll have to excuse Commander Tethys for not meeting with you personally. As you can imagine we've had some schedule changes since the morning's events. For what it's worth.. my compatriot here is very good at what he does. I can't imagine you'll be disappointed."
Mr. Labcoat was still silent. The dark goggles obscuring his eyes made it hard to tell where he was looking.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:06 pm
If nothing else, Jerome had to say he was glad to be out of the cell, and walking around.
Though when the women spoke, any relief he might have been feeling from being away from that enclosed room had tensed back up defensibly.
"'Aight, sure." He replied, through a tone that suggested he couldn't give less of a s**t.
He arched an eyebrow, from under the strands of dreadlocks in his face, and glanced at the man in the lab-coat in front of him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:08 pm
The man gave no indication that he knew or cared that Jerome was looking at him.
"We'll try to keep this brief. Lots to do." The woman pushed through a door on the left and held it for the others to enter after her. It led to a stark interrogation room. White sterile walls and a metal chair fixed to the floor. "Have a seat." It was an order. "You can wait outside." She nodded at the guard, who took position outside the door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:18 pm
And he was back to feeling like a trapped animal again.
He brought his only good shoulder up as he reluctantly stepped into the room, glancing around the empty walls before his eyes settled on the chair set in the middle of the room.
"N' what the s**t do ya think I know, that y'want?" He asked, looking this time at the women, but other wise doing what he was told.
dropping down into the seat and leaning against it as if he had just flopped down on a sofa.
He was mindful of his arm, that was starting to throb harder.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:23 pm
"Maybe we don't want to know anything." The woman answered conversationally as the door shut. It was just the three of them and the small room now. Nothing elsle existed. Her partner in the labcoat opened a metal cabinet by the door and removed a pair of rubber gloves, which he started pulling on.
"Maybe we just want to hurt you. Like you hurt us."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:40 pm
Oh yes, blood for blood. It seemed that sometimes the higher up organized crime groups were not that much different from the street gangs.
through all the rumors and the stereotypes, after all, these were still a type of gang.
Its not like he could argue that he had never done anything to them either, he was a part of Team Rocket, what that group did, he was also responsible for.
"... Fare enough." He muttered, dropping his head lower but keeping his eyes on the labcoat by the cabinet.
"Ya know Rocket's just ganna hit ya back for this too." He said, of coarse they knew that though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:46 pm
"Maybe." She stepped into Jerome's field of vision and leaned forward, bending down to lock eyes with him, "..while you may or may not have any information we'd be interested in, I'd imagine you know something you at least think to be of value. Some tidbit of data that might save you from all this. It might even be something I wouldn't know to ask. So here's the deal. We're going to get started, and if you decide you'd like it to stop, you say what you think we'd like to know. It's more fun that way. Like a game." While the woman's tone remained sharp and to the point, something in her eyes said she enjoyed this.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:04 pm
Dark eyes shifted away from the man, chin inclining upward slightly as the women intruded his vision. He stared back, unblinking.
"I ain't a snitch." He growled at her, then lounged himself back into the chair, letting his good arm drape over one leg.
"Go play yer game, and just ********' hope I don't get the chance t' tag ya back for this." Jerome finished a little louder, though the growl was still in his voice.
Though he looked calm, Jerome could feel that sick clenching in his gut, it make him want to throw up.
He never forgot this feeling, years of gang wars, of fighting, of all the death, the blood.
The feeling just seemed to get worse the more Jerome started to hate his job.
It was the feeling he had when he wasn't sure he was going to walk out of a situation alive.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:24 pm
The woman smirked, "..just remember. You can stop this." She stepped aside and moved behind Jerome, where she set about binding his hands behind the chair.
Meanwhile, Mr. Labcoat turned around. He wasn't holding an electrical prod. No fancy devices like those Tethys had been treating Jerome's teammates to. The only thing in his hand was a simple hand-crank vice. As the woman worked on securing Jerome, he approached and gently slid the innocent workshop tool over the Rocket's broken arm.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:42 pm
There was a momentary jerk when his arm was handled, he glanced over his shoulder as he felt his hands being bound, his face becoming hard.
Even more movement restrictions, ********, ********!
He bit at the back of the piercing on his lip, making an effort at not making any noise as stabbing jolts shot through his arm at being moved, and soon found that the man had stepped over with something slipped something around his arm that he was sure REALLY didn't want there.
He watched wearily, feeling his heart starting to pound harder in his chest, but didn't say anything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:48 pm
"He's ready." The woman finished securing his hands, apparently content that Jerome wouldn't be flailing loose or punching anyone in the face.
Labcoat nodded and started turning the crank. He had steady hands and the methodical movements of a doctor. After the third turn Jerome would be able to feel the cool metal of the vice touch both sides of his arm. The man clearly knew the exact location of the break because he was working right over it. Another turn and the vice started to apply pressure. Just barely. The progress of each turn was agonizingly minute. The room was silent, but for the clinking metal of the crank. Bit by bit, the vice tightened until it had a firm hold of the Rocket's injured arm.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:07 pm
Jerome tried to sit perfectly still, trying to do his best to not pay any mind to what they were doing. Trying to just let them do their thing, and find something to occupy his mind, his attention, and then maybe it won't be as bad as his churning gut was telling him it would be.
That became much harder to do as the sharp clicking soon gave way to a cool metal on his arm that slowly, way too slowly could feel the pressure just barely building, and in turn awakening the throbs of pain in his arm.
Jerome bit down harder on the piercing, his breathing came heavier as he struggled to use every ounce of his will not to make a sound.
He knew full well how this was going to go, and how much worse it could get.
Clenching his good hand behind his back.
Damn it, they might as well have slid a knife into his muscles.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:21 pm
As Labcoat worked, the woman crossed the room, heels clicking on the floor.
Crank. Crank. Crank.
"..nothing coming to mind yet?" The vice was getting tight now. Tight enough that Labcoat was putting effort into his turns as each click pressed on Jerome's arm. "You could start with small information. Some meager tidbits you think we might like to hear. Doesn't have to be anything too impressive."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:32 pm
Whatever will he had mustered didn't last nearly as long as he had hoped. Jerome could swear he felt the bone cracking further, his entire side was screaming in pain before finally forcing the sharp howls out through Jerome himself.
He buckled forward as much as his restraints would let him, his head dropping forward as tremors wracked his shoulders.
"Ain't ganna help anyone," He barked again as more clicked sent more crippling pain through every nerve in his body. Her jerked again, this time away from the man in the lab-coat, as if making his first attempt to try and recoil from what he was doing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:52 pm
Labcoat seem unphased by Jerome's writhing or screaming. He paused a moment, leaned closer to reestablish his grip, then resumed cranking.
The woman shrugged, "I'm perfectly content to just sit here and watch you suffer. I'll be happy either way. Giving up information would only be for your sake. It's your call."
As the vice progressed it became clear that they wouldn't be stopping until the pressure had separated Jerome's set bone once more.
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