"I don't want your pleas, I want information." From behind the skull-like gas mask the growl reverberated tenfold, a grating rasp that almost called the terrified man's ears to bleed.
"I don't know anything." The man whimpered. Nate sighed.
"That's a finger." A dull snap, a shrill scream. "Now I'm going to ask you again, who are you working for?"
Nate's knee was firmly between the other man's shoulder blades, pinning him to the floor of his own ugly, run-down apartment. The curtains were drawn, something Nate had done before the target had arrived, the door handle had also been ripped off after he'd walked in. The informant was at Nate's mercy, with no risk of interruption. Nate's smoking red eyes filled his vision.
"If I tell you I'm dead." Nate twisted the man's arm, folding it until his wrist touched his elbow.
"I am not a man you want to disappoint." The whimpers crept into the corners of the room, filling the darkness in its entirety.
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