>>5677279>>5677279While Max begins making a comprehensive listing of the holdings that are to be targeted (with Bobo shadowing his every move), you have a go at sweating something useful out of the Accountant, to no avail.
Guy doesn’t say a single word, no matter what you try. It’s like a scene out of a police procedural where you try every trick in the book to coax an answer out, and he just stares at you the whole time like something foul that he can’t quite scrape off his shoe.
Eh, you’ll let him stew for a while long, maybe getting blackbagged and going back into the isolation booth will convince him to loosen his tongue.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBhh23-paLUBefore you being interrogating the Enforcer, you rack your brains for anything of use.
He’s definitely a street-level operator from appearance and overall mannerism.
Crude.
Amateurish.
Sloppy.
Still, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have his uses if molded properly.
Madcap and Bayonet were in similar situations once, and they’ve proven to be well worth your time and investment.
Plus, as a former low-rent thug yourself, you know just how to appeal to the Enforcer; self-interest.
After your cleanup operation becomes public knowledge, Vladivostok will become a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Between the cops smelling blood in the water and every relative in town looking to avenge some dead family, anyone connected publicly with the debacle might as well kiss their ass goodbye.
And while you have the luxury of skipping town with your name and face unknown, the Enforcer is most likely a known quantity.
If you can make him realize that he’s on a sinking ship and you’re the only lifeboat left, he’ll do whatever it takes to get on your good side.
Your first impression of the man is that he’s quite the mouth on himself.
The second you undo his gag, he immediately spits in your direction before calling you a torrent of irrefutably foul things Russian and chuckling to himself. As he does so, he braces himself for a crushing blow at your hands that never comes.
More puzzled than anything else, he looks up with an obvious question in his eyes.
To his growing confusion, you don’t proceed to kick seven shades of shit out of him and instead proceed to outline a similar pitch as the one you gave Max.
So long as he cooperates and answers your questions to the best of his knowledge, you’ll go easy on him.
In fact, if he has anything particularly useful to bargain with, you’ll give him a provisional shot at joining up with your boys.
The offer of employment is what hooks him the most; looks like he hasn’t had many genuine offers for potential advancement come his way.
When it sinks in that his faceless, fingerless corpse isn’t going to end up in a bathtub full of live rodents, he becomes much more amenable to your questions. He’s still not quite deferential, but the worst of his attitude is considerably muted.
