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Sam awoke suddenly tied to a chair. He was in a kitchen, with John approaching him menacingly with a rag and pitcher full of water; likely intended for waterboarding, and…a couple of other people peacefully enjoying a meal.
John’s fist slammed directly into Sam’s face, drawing blood from the forehead. John noticed his knuckles must be used to this, as they were in no pain from hitting a man’s skull.
“Who are you and why are you after me?” John asked in a low, threatening growl.
“I’m a mercenary.” Sam said after a little panting “They said something about a breach in…something. Fuckin space or something I didn’t really know what they were talking about. I just wanted to get paid.”
Sam looked at John for a moment. John looked like any other guy; one in a desperate situation of being hunted by mercenaries.
He shrugged what he could.
“Maniacles doesn’t give two shits about me and I don’t give two shits about them. It was business and they said nothing about getting tortured.” Sam hoped he could stall the situation long enough for one of his comrades to rescue him perhaps, despite knowing they were probably dead “I will tell you what you wanna know.”