>>5204740You are mightily tempted to wrench the table you’re handcuffed to out of the floor, then work from there.
But that’d be counterproductive. They’re probably watching you right now, gauging whatever they can about you.
If you’re going to make it out of this in one piece, you can’t go off half-cocked and ready to square down with anyone willing to step in the ring. That’s the kind of thinking that got you in this mess.
So instead, you calm your nerves and just wait. Inevitably, they’ll have to send someone to check on you.
Maybe ten or so minutes go by, before the door opens and a figure steps inside. Score one for paranoia, that timing is much too precise if you weren’t under constant observation.
When he steps into the light, you get a nice, long look at him before he pulls up a chair on the other side of the table.
First impression is that this guy’s a real headcase. He’s got the body language of someone that’s a bit too passionate about his job, and if his eyes weren’t hidden by his goggles they’d probably be shining with glee. You’d have him pegged as a cartel guy if you weren’t positive they had nothing to do with this.
Most importantly, if you were somehow inclined to tell the truth, this bastard looks like the kind of sicko that’d keep going regardless.
Instead of directly addressing you, he starts rifling through a sheaf of documents that he’s placed on the table, wisely outside your reach.
After an uncomfortable couple of minutes where he just continues to read and you continue to stew, you grow tired of this song and dance.
Might as well test the waters and see where things stand.
> “Don’t I get a phone call or something? Or y’know, a lawyer?”A greasy little smirk flits across his features.
“Maybe. Maybe not. If you cooperate fully, you’ll find this to be painless and easy. And if you lie to me, then things will become…hostile.
Of course, I would much prefer it if you made it difficult. I always enjoy getting to work with a professional like yourself. Makes the eventual breakdown more satisfying. It’s no fun otherwise.”
Yep, that’s about what you expected. How do you want to handle this creepy little bastard?
> Play hardball. Stonewall every question with idiotic and inane answers. Won’t win you any favors, but it guarantees that you avoid letting anything slip.> Work off what he wants to hear. Put up some token resistance and pretend that he’s spooked you. Make up some horseshit about being a foreign asset or something.> Tell the truth, but not entirely. Should be pretty easy to sell that you’re a gun-for-hire with a couple lucky breaks. The best lies have a crumb of truth in them.> Invent some wild story and see if you can properly sell it. Honestly, the reality isn’t much stranger than fiction. You never know what people will believe. (Include general concept or idea.)> Other? 