"Oh for the love of-PADDY STOP!" I run into the elevator, and after a minute or so, arrive at the ground floor. I run out into the park, and spot Colombian.
"Hey! You! We're mall fighters. Probably should've explained that before."
"Aw shit." I pick him up.
"Come on, I know which floor his office is on." I walk back into the building, and go back to his floor. I then lay him on the desk."
I follow Zombie.
"Does it really matter where we torture him?"
I set up all of my welding equipment which can double as 'interrogation-enhancers'.
"Pin him down and disarm him. Not literally, Paddy. Let's start by soldering his eyelids shut."
I turn on the soldering iron and find a bar of soft solder.
"Wait. Let me explain to him first. He was under the assumption I betrayed him, although I completed my job." I splash a cup of water in the guys face.
"Wake up."
"Fine. But, we still need to restrain him. The dickbastard shot me."
I press the barrel of my revolver into Muerto's groin.
"One move and I emasculate you. Literally."
I look up at Sigma.
"Not if he answers our questions."
"Alright dude. Look. Here's Trilby's head." I hold up the decapitated head of Trilby.
"But he's still alive. That's because we're mall fighters, we just respawn. Plus, he's stopped damaging your property. Now, for my payment."
I respawn.
"Actually, I don't need to do that. It was all to draw you and Marlon out. Now we have you, and Rojas isn't going to be bothering us again. So, I'm going to ask you some questions. You will answer them, or you will be put in a lot of pain."
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