Chapter 10: Breaking point
Atlas Maximum Security prison: The Dust
Nash woke to the sight of burlap an inch from his eyes. Last thing he remembered he was laying on the floor listening to a hallucination.
HE felt the crushing of his diaphragm by leather straps, and he could see florescent lights passing over him through the burlap sack over his head. He soon lost consciousness again, hearing the words of the hallucination over and over again.
"Suppression is a motherfucking prison, so I hand you the key to your soul…"
The next thing Nash felt was cold. He opened his eyes and wiped ice water from his face. Nash lowered his hands from his eyes and noticed that his hands were tied in front of him now, but still tied with thick Para-cord. Nash looked around the room. It was small, with a single lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling. In front of him were a metal table and a metal chair. As his eyes adjusted to the partial darkness, he noticed that past the door was a huge iron door. Nash tried twisting his wrists to free himself, but before he could make any progress, the door in front of him swung open.
"Don't even try it you bandit scum." Said the huge figure stepping through the doorway. The man pulled the chair back, "Getting the information we need doesn't require most of your body." He threw a manila folder onto the table and sat in the chair.
"mmph" Nash chuckled. His poker face already on display, all Nash had to do was buy time while he plotted his escape. Not an easy task in his condition, but hell, these crimson lance fuckheads were chumps. The man opened the folder and began flipping through the pages.
"Your quite an anomaly in the corporations objective bandit." He removed a long printout from the folder and slid it over to Nash. "You constantly halt our progress, yet you seem to have neither motive nor purpose in the operation."
"Cut the military talk corporal dickbutt." Replied Nash. In response, the man was out of the chair and in Nash's face before he could flip him off. The interrogator then took the pleasure of breaking Nash's nose.
"Shut the fuck up, I have dealt with you bandits for far too long to have one hoplology cannibal."
Nash lowered his head then looked up quickly to get his hair out of his eyes, "first off, humans taste terrible, believe me." He rolled his tongue across his teeth to check if they were intact. Nash held back the urge to spit, for spitting on the guy who just smashed your face in, never helps. "Second, if you are trying to get information out of me, here is your answer, I never get involved in my contractor's affairs." Nash smiled at the man, his teeth covered in blood.
"Well it seems that you're getting pretty involved in your contractors affairs this time around." Said the man, opening the folder and removing several photos of Nash lazing about the exterior of Moxxi's Red-light bar.
"So?" replied Nash with a smirk, "You don't know me, I just go there for the music." Another blow to Nash's face. "Fucking cadet buttfucking cock muncher." Said Nash spitting blood onto the floor.
"That's only half true." Replied the man leaning forward in the chair and locking his fists together. When the man leant forward, Nash noticed his armor, but more specifically what was covering it. The man's armor was covered in scratches, scorch marks, bullet holes, and five golden stars. It was only then that Nash realized who he was talking to…
Nash shifted his gaze from the man to his own blood on the floor, and then back to the man's eyes. "General O'Neil I'm guessing?"
O'Neil smirked, "You know you're like a ghost to them right?"
"Who?"
"Who do you think?" replied O'Neil. Nash put his hands under the table and began reaching into his right sleeve with his left hand for the coin if it were real, all the while trying to keep his poker face up to hide the pain in his left arm. "The bandit scum you once called a family."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Growled Nash.
"Ever since the atlas corporation first started their mining here on Pandora, we have been interrogating bandits and raiders to figure out where optimal digging locations were."
"I don't care about your business cockroach bullshit."
"A few of those psychos spoke of a man who was once their slave, but he broke those bonds through blood and grit and became their clan brother." O'Neil removed another photo and tossed it on top of the others in front of Nash. Nash leant forwards, seeing that the photo was of Sledge's Bandits. "Years later, this man turned his back on his 'family' and left them." Nash began sneering at O'Neil at the sheer mention of that forgotten life. "Once catching wind of this, the leader of his former clan put a price on 'The Deserter', as they called him now, but every time he turns up slaughtering bandits, The Deserter just disappears."
"Nice bedtime story" snapped Nash, "When do I get my glass of warm skag milk?" O'Neil snapped his fingers and a crimson lance holding a cattle prod entered the room. "Is this what Steele and you are into?" said Nash, turning to the one way mirror on his left and blowing a sarcastic kiss at it, knowing that Steele was behind it glaring at him…
Meanwhile, outside the Maximum security Atlas prison…
Sarah examined the prison's walls through her binoculars; trying to think of a way to get to the door that used the codes they were given. The man was damn loony, but the intel was solid so far so whatever was next on it must be true as well. Sarah began thinking of what they could be doing to Nash, and why. She shook her head at the thought.
"WELL IF I AIN'T A BULLYMONG'S GREAT AUNT!" exclaimed Moxxi from Nash's truck parked behind Sarah.
Sarah lowered the binoculars from her eyes and turned toward the truck. "What is it?" she asked. As Sarah began walking toward the truck, she tried to predict what Moxxi had found. Moxxi had been sitting in the truck examining the echo given to them by the strange man in the bar.
Moxxi lowered the echo and turned towards Sarah, "So according to the blueprints in here, a badmutha corrosive skag rammed the northeast wall that we are facing now."
"And?"
"And, the crack it left on the wall goes straight through to the other side, so if we can lodge an explosive into the center of the crack, we may be able to get inside." Sarah turned around and looked through the binoculars. There was indeed a partially cracked wall along the perimeter, the skag's sheer size and corrosiveness must have eaten away at the wall. Sarah widened her eyes at the thought of a plan. Sarah dropped the binoculars and dashed into the truck, digging through the boxes of weapon parts and ammunition. "What in the hell is the rush about girly?" questioned Moxxi.
"After being with Nash for a few years, you tend to learn where he keeps the odd and crazy stuff." Sarah halted her digging and reached under the passenger seat, pulling out a wooden crate marked with six branded X's.
"What the hell is that?"
Sarah flung the lid open, removing a large wine bottle filled with a light green-yellow liquid. "This is Nash's homemade nitroglycerin napalm mixture." Sarah placed the bottle on the workbench, and removed a large firearm from one of the boxes, which caused Moxxi's jaw to drop in awe.
"Why would he need that?" asked Moxxi…
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