Just down the short hall was three other doors. One lead to a storage/kitchen area, one to the engines and other machinery and the last to a cargo storage area, which had been turned into a makeshift holding area for their "guests", Roy and Mako. Of the two, only Mako was actively conscious and he looked up when Jericho entered, his mocking face cowed somewhat by the cold rage that sat in the SEED's eyes. [color=Gold]"Shortly after we got away from your...wonderful accommodations, Galbadia launched a missile at Trabia Garden. Who was your boss?"[/color] Mako didn't answer right away, instead barking a short laugh before speaking.

[b]"I don't know why you're bothering to ask. I don't intend to tell you or any other SE-"[/b] His answer is cut short by Jericho pulling the trigger on his pistol, a bullet taking off his small toe and causing the former torturer to scream in pain.

[color=Gold]"You're lucky, you know that? Anyone else I would have just spitted on my scythe and sliced in two for what you did to me AND my teammates. But you? I'm going to make sure you understand how fucked you are, as are a couple of my compatriots waiting just down the hall."[/color] Mako whimpered slightly, but set his face stubbornly, causing Jericho to sigh. [color=Gold]"Fine then. I'm sure I can leave enough extras for the others to take off."[/color]

For the next ten minutes, anyone listening would occasionally hear a gunshot punctuated by a loud scream, followed by relative silence. This pattern repeated until Jericho came back into the passenger compartment with a heavy sigh. [color=Gold]"For being unused to pain, he sure is tight-lipped. Heloise, try to keep track of any fingers or toes you take off, we don't want the Gardens Interrogators asking too many questions."[/color] He returned to the cockpit, checking their arrival time, before taking a seat and calling up Xerox.

[color=Gold]"Think Duncan's OK?"[/color]