"What do you want?"
The man's voice was filled with fear, and Castle could smell it on him. Although it was too dark for the man to see, he knew that he was sweating all over his body. He had only just awoken, and as a result his voice was crackly and horse. He could not move, even his head was in some way attached to the chair on which he sat.
"What do you want?"
He repeated his question, more assertively this time.
"I want information, punk."
The answer was quick and hard, slamming the fear back into the man's body. The sweat immediately started to pour again.
"I don't know anything. Just let me go. I haven't seen your face. Please."
"Not gonna happen. It's not a good idea to lie to someone with this kinda gun pointed straight at your forehead."
"You're bluffing," the man started, "it's too dark in here for you to see." He didn't really believe that his captor hadn't thought of this, but was clinging to the hope that he didn't have night vision goggles.
"Yeah right." Castle answered, almost laughing. "Listen up punk, I'll make it simple for ya. Either you're gonna tell me who set you up with that weaponry, or I'm gonna give you a third nostril."
"Not much of a choice." The prisoner was still trying to sound defiant, but his sentence trailed off into a murmur.
"Damn. Ya noticed."
There was a small silence while the man considered his position. He hadn't been sworn to silence, but he knew the basis that major suppliers worked on. He was smart enough to realise that it was more than his life's worth to leak information.
"Look," he finally stuttered, "no-body told me anythin'. All I know is what I over heard from Tank. I don't know nothin'. Go ask someone else!"
"I did. They kept it closed. That's why they're not around anymore. I need a name. You really wanna join them?"
It had set in. There was no bargaining with his jailer. He'd aced the gang and was down to his final link.
"Waitaminute!" The crook began, "if I'm the only one left then you need m."
"TALK!" He was swiftly interrupted. Unknown to him, the scope aimed at his head did not move a millimetre as his interrogator bellowed. "A name!"
He managed to spit three words before passing out entirely: "Wayne! Wayne Enterprises."
The man's voice was filled with fear, and Castle could smell it on him. Although it was too dark for the man to see, he knew that he was sweating all over his body. He had only just awoken, and as a result his voice was crackly and horse. He could not move, even his head was in some way attached to the chair on which he sat.
"What do you want?"
He repeated his question, more assertively this time.
"I want information, punk."
The answer was quick and hard, slamming the fear back into the man's body. The sweat immediately started to pour again.
"I don't know anything. Just let me go. I haven't seen your face. Please."
"Not gonna happen. It's not a good idea to lie to someone with this kinda gun pointed straight at your forehead."
"You're bluffing," the man started, "it's too dark in here for you to see." He didn't really believe that his captor hadn't thought of this, but was clinging to the hope that he didn't have night vision goggles.
"Yeah right." Castle answered, almost laughing. "Listen up punk, I'll make it simple for ya. Either you're gonna tell me who set you up with that weaponry, or I'm gonna give you a third nostril."
"Not much of a choice." The prisoner was still trying to sound defiant, but his sentence trailed off into a murmur.
"Damn. Ya noticed."
There was a small silence while the man considered his position. He hadn't been sworn to silence, but he knew the basis that major suppliers worked on. He was smart enough to realise that it was more than his life's worth to leak information.
"Look," he finally stuttered, "no-body told me anythin'. All I know is what I over heard from Tank. I don't know nothin'. Go ask someone else!"
"I did. They kept it closed. That's why they're not around anymore. I need a name. You really wanna join them?"
It had set in. There was no bargaining with his jailer. He'd aced the gang and was down to his final link.
"Waitaminute!" The crook began, "if I'm the only one left then you need m."
"TALK!" He was swiftly interrupted. Unknown to him, the scope aimed at his head did not move a millimetre as his interrogator bellowed. "A name!"
He managed to spit three words before passing out entirely: "Wayne! Wayne Enterprises."
