[color=steelblue] "You can kill me, sure," [/color] Dallen said.  [color=steelblue] "You'll never get your map back, though." [/color] Dallen took another hit from his cigarette.  [color=steelblue] "That's the least of your worries.  In about fifteen seconds your going to start feeling ill, something like a stomach ache.  In thirty, you'll start spitting up some blood.  I coaxed your cigarette in poison, and you'll die before you can find an antidote.  I have the antidote, near by." [/color]

Dallen waited for Breckinridge to look at the cigarette he was smoking, in that split second, quicker than an eye could blink, Dallen pulled his .357 and shot the man's right knee out completely.  They were close enough to where Dallen grabbed Breckinridge's firearm and tossed it aside.  The man fell to his knees immediately, increasing his pain.  

[color=steelblue] "That has to hurt," [/color] Dallen said.  

As Breckinridge fell to the floor, Dallen grabbed him by his trench coat's collar and yanked him into the nearest broken down house.  He shoved him to some open flooring and then finished off his cigarette.  

[color=steelblue] "I just wanted to talk," [/color] Dallen said.  [color=steelblue] "...then you had to piss me off.  I already knew you were the one killing the pagans, now I want to know why.  If you tell me, I won't break your left arm."[/color]

Dallen grabbed Breckinridge's right arm and shattered it.  He pulled the limb up and held it firm, then used his knee to break it in half.  As the man screamed, Dallen walked in front of him.

[color=steelblue] "I want to know why your killing the Pagan's, but more importantly, I want to know what this map leads to," [/color] Dallen told him.  He pulled out the map and threw it to the floor.  [color=steelblue] "I know you're tough, so this might take a while.  If you don't tell me what I want to know, your body parts will start falling off." [/color]

Dallen pulled out his tactical knife and held the man's right arm firm.  

[color=steelblue] "I lied about the cigarette being poisoned," [/color] he said.  [color=steelblue] "Call it chance.  Now, you have me to deal with.  You have nine fingers left, so start talking." [/color]

Dallen chopped off Breckinridge's pinky.