[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/american-assassin-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180709/a78b3f0f8b61f606b654dca38b953e59.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr] The elevator doors opened into a spotless, state of the art base that instantly sparked Sling's jealousy. The vigilante had to live in a decrepit building and use that as a base of operations over the past few months, rather than live in a luxury hero-cave. Regardless, Sling shook his head as he picked up the two cases he had on him and walked into the base. Rather quickly, he noticed the hulking figure of Alistar approaching. "[color=ed1c24]Sling I don't know how you run interrogations so I will follow your lead, oh and is it safe to assume shield has a document on me? Oh yes I know about them and Hydra, perks of being old as I am. If they do, you know about my techniques?[/color]" Jackson gave a short nod. "[color=c4df9b]I read your file on the way over. Open the wounds one at a time. I've heard it's effective.[/color]" Sling nodded, and the two finally made their way into a small concrete room where the last surviving Hydra agent from the Rum House sat, chained into a metal chair in the middle of the room. He couldn't move a muscle, which was quite frankly what the two men wanted. The hydra agent's cold steel eyes scanned both of them, and the intent was crystal clear. Slingshot made his way to the wall, leaning against it and watching as Alistar got to work. The demonic man placed a hand on the Hydra agent's chest, and blood began to pour out from his right arm. Even for an individual used to dealing with some powered individuals, the shock and the pain sent the hostile into a screaming fit. Alistar spoke up, his deep voice echoing in the small room. "[color=ed1c24]Who were you after?[/color]" "[color=gray]Go... to Hell...[/color]" Alistar's lips curled into a knowing smile. "[color=ed1c24]I've already been.[/color]" Another touch, and another gaping bullet wound opened in the agent's right forearm. Relived pain tempered the agent's attitude rather quickly. "[color=gray]Jackson Hurley and Ava Alkaev... Those were the names given.[/color]" Slingshot gave a small smile as he approached, Alistar taking a few steps back as the former SHIELD agent approached. "[color=c4df9b]Who sent you?[/color]" "[color=gray]I... I don't know.[/color]" Another wound opened after the non-answer, and blood was clearly beginning to pool on the cold, concrete floor. The screaming was muffled by five feet of concrete. "[color=c4df9b]I've had a real shitty day motherfucker. Who... sent... you?[/color]" Jackson's voice was filled with rage. It had been over a year since his last "enhanced interrogation," but to a man like him it was like riding a bike: you never really forget. "[color=gray]They... call us on burners. Voice modulator. No names, no faces.[/color]" Jackson gave a nod to Alistar, who gave a small nod back. The agent was being more compliant than either had anticipated. Jackson leaned in towards the agent, getting only inches from his face. "[color=c4df9b]Where can I find more of your friends? You had to have organized somewhere.[/color]" The agent shook his head, keeping his mouth shut. This wouldn't do. Jackson dug his thumb into the bullet-hole in his right arm, and the agent squealed in pain. "[color=gray]Fuck! Warehouse A8... Hell's Kitchen.[/color]" Jackson gave a small smile, wiping his bloody finger on the agent's shirt. He had nearly all of the answers he could have asked for... except one. "[color=c4df9b]Why were they after Ava? I get having me as a target... but why her?[/color]" The Hydra agent gave a small smile. "[color=gray]She's our assassin... Guess she outlived her purpose.[/color]" Jackson's persona of power shattered. He took a few steps back, making his way towards the door while pulling out his phone. He needed to warn them. as soon as possible. Before he could navigate towards the burner phone he had given Joc, the agent spoke up once more. "[color=gray]Cut off one head... another two take its place. You can't stop us... but Lester told us you'd try anyways if we didn't kill you.[/color]" Slingshot's blood ran cold and he darted out of the room with Alistar in pursuit. "[color=ed1c24]Draku, we need to get the others fast. Here are the keys to a hog upstairs.[/color]" He tossed the keys with precision, before calling after Sling. "[color=ed1c24]I'll drive the Ferrari, you try the cell.[/color]" Jackson shook his head as he was typing a quick text on his cell. "[color=c4df9b]I'm taking my own wheels, it's faster than it looks.[/color]" He joined the others in the elevator, pressing send on his text. [color=c4df9b][/color]