"So that's it huh. Fontaine's Fisheries… more like Fontaine's impregnable fort to me."
I turned my head back around the corner and scratched the itch on my head with the front site of my revolver. "Securities going to be tight I bet. Hey he got us here; maybe he knows a thing or two about what's inside."
Chuck threw the sack he was carrying on the ground. I winced when the sack made a grunt from the impact. Quickly untying the sack, I slid it off with little effort. Inside was the sorry bloke he had run into an hour before. Chuck immediately recognized the skinny man to be a fellow named Patrick; one of Fontaine's thugs, albeit a terrible one. His only redeeming quality was that it took forever to get anything out of him. Cost him five broken fingers and a blown off big toe before we could get the location as to a hideout. I kept mentally slapping myself for his obvious answer.
"I doubt we're going to get anymore out of 'em," he said untying the gag around Patrick's mouth.
The moment his mouth was free, Patrick spat at Chuck. "Fuck you guys. Fontaine will have you drounin in your own fluids for this."
Chuck looked at me and I back at him. He motioned back as I protested. "Come-on I not good at this."
"Ever smacked a brat for stealing your wallet then using your identity to buy hookers?"
"No I can't say that I have. You?"
"I was really drunk that night. Not sure what I did. But just imagine the guy stole your girlfriend or something."
"She's not my girlfriend yet. I have to save her first."
"Until then she's up for grabs?"
"Well sort of…"
"Can I go now? You guys are givin me a headache, jeez," said Patrick rolling his eyes.
"Oh right, forgot. So he's hitting on my girlfriend then?"
"Awe for the love of…. Whatever works man," Chuck replied throwing up his hands in defeat.
"Right, stealing my girlfriend." I then nodded to Patrick, "You ever have that problem."
"What do you care, screw you guys."
"I'll take that as a 'no' then. Hey do me a favor and say Caroline."
"Caroline? Why, she sounds hot."
"Eh err, that will work." I punched the guy in the jaw. He rolled on the ground gritting his pulsating mouth.
"Hey," Chuck jumped in, "He's gonna need that to talk."
"Ah, my bad. I told you I was bad at this." I proceeded to prop Patrick against the wall. "Sorry about that man. Let's start over."
The man stared at me with blood-shot eyes. He spat blood at me but I caught it with his gag. I looked at the blood and saliva pooling in the clothe and found a tooth lying in it.
"We'll pack this in ice for you. Chuck. Here catch." I tossed the mess to him.
"Broke his tooth did you? Good start."
"Yah, whatever. Anyway, what should we expect to meet in there?"
Patrick kept his bleeding mouth closed. He then proceeded to form another ball of saliva in his mouth.
"Wrong answer," I brought a fist against the left side of his nose then the right. His nose began to drain like a leaking faucet and my hand began to hurt… a little. Despite this I pulled back for another one when Chuck grabbed my arm.
"What? I thought you wanted me to get it done?"
"I said I wanted you to interrogate him, not tear his face to shreds. Which if I had asked you to I would definitely say you're getting the job done. How in the hell you expect any man to talk when his brains are being mashed from side to side?"
"I told you I didn't know how to do this. I graduated college with a associates degree on things that live in the ocean not how to torture information out of a person!"
"I… I," Chuck began. "I think you're a nerd. Haha ha. A fishy nerd."
"Well I think fish make for better company than some people I could mention. Taste better too."
"Whoa, fish taste better than people? When did you try that comparison hmmm? "
"Heh hee he," Patrick sputtered, "Are mommy and daddy fightin, hee hee?"
I looked at Chuck and he back at me. He motioned with his thumb across his neck and I nodded.
"Hey (cough) I was only joking. You don't Ghaaaaaa." Patrick body began to shake as I humbled him with electro-bolt. A moment later he lay unconscious.
"Sooo chap, I believe it's your turn to carry the sod."
"It's my turn for everything isn't it."
"Well if you didn't make me do everythin."
"Whatever just where to next?"
"I dunno? But I'd like to be better prepare for this shit. And I know where to restock and dump this useless guy."
"Who'd want him. When his buddies find out he's been caught they'd probably try to kill him rather than let him squeal. Not like it would be easy though. He'd have to be guarded in a jail cell for his own… Coppers?"
"Aye, the badges themselves. They get a useless guy and we get useful toys."
Author's Notes: So if your reading this (I know you are) then please don't read "fall of the airbenders" then. I didn't realize this until now but part of the plot is TOOOOOOOOOO similar to the point where i smack myself. Not so much a carbon copy just please don't do it. But seriously Nicole is dead. Homage baby!
