A dark room, With in it a young man would be standing attempting to choose from his collection of knives, tools, and other accessories. His face a crater remains from a gun shot wound from years before. He is wearing fairly casual clothes, with the exception of a butchers apron across his chest with several blood stains. There is another man in the room, older. About 50 it seems. This one is tied up though, tied up to the wall using chains and a strand of bared wire across his abdomen. He's covered in his own blood and very crude stitches. He is wearing a SOLDIER uniform, he appears to be an officer of some kind.

The first man would walk up to the SOLDIER officer. "[color=0072bc]Please, what do you want? I'll tell you anything, just stop.[/color]" The Officer would cry. The man in the Apron said nothing. "[color=00aeef]Please! I'll talk just stop![/color]" The Aproned man smiled. "[color=ed1c24]I know, I just needed to give you a taste of what was going to happen if you didn't cooperate.[/color]" This was the first time he has talked in 2 days to the man. "[color=ed1c24]I'm not sure I told you this yet, But my name is Fergus, I am you babysitter for how eever long you can survive the next few days Capetian.[/color]" 

Fergus placed the knife on an old stitch on the his prisoners shoulder. "[color=ed1c24]Did I ever put that back yet? I can't remember you see I live a very active life.[/color]" The Capetian was in too much fear to speak, not knowing what the best way to answer was. "[color=ed1c24]Well I Am on a bit of a time frame now that the war has Begun! So you're going to give me the list of all the poor assholes that have the keys to the nukes in your facility. If you don't I am going to kill you and put you Daughter thought this, make her kids watch, and then force her kids to kill each other telling them the winner can leave.[/color]" He was smiling and swinging his knife as he talked. "[color=0072bc]I don't have th...[/color]" He looked at the knife in Fergus's hand. "[color=0072bc]...Can I get a paper... and something to write with...[/color]" He felt ashamed, he was giving up secrets and names that only he was allowed to know. And he gave it up to someone that was ready to wipe out everyone.

Fergus cut the man down, then threw him at the table. He then slashed the mans back with the knife and stabbed it down on the table next to a piece of paper. "[color=ed1c24]If ya run out of ink I hope you know how to get more! If not I will just kill you and move on to your NCO, he's bound to know some names.[/color]" The Capetian started to use the knife to write out the names, tears rolled down his face as he wrote. "[color=ed1c24]Good work my boy! Now we can end your Pain.[/color]" His Fangs began to show, He stabbed them into the Capetian's neck, his fresh (Ish) Blood going everywhere. "[color=ed1c24]Thank you for your cooperation, Now I must get going.[/color]"

He went up an old set of stairs to a small kitchen area, in it an old woman sits in a chair barely awake. She was holding an old puzzle booklet and old fashioned pen. "[color=ed1c24]Mum, going to work, I'll be back in a few days[/color]" The old woman just sat there, unresponsive. Fergus attempted to turn his mom when she started to lose her memory and physical skills capabilities. All ti did though was preserve her current state.
 
He left the small house and got into his car, he had a list of names, and some warheads to arm.