>INTERROGATE THE FOREIGNER… SUCCESShttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSln9stwDgY&list=PL4053A106FBB9E6FD&index=10It doesn’t take long for you to catch your breath, and you keep his gun trained on him the whole time. He just lies there, squirming and occasionally muttering in some language you don’t know. You think you’re safe to look around for something to tie him up with, he doesn’t seem to be in the condition to do much of anything. It takes a couple minutes, but eventually you find it: under a pile of shirts, skirts and expensive looking panties you find a pair of one of those pink fuzzy leopard print handcuffs. Walking back to the man, you kick him over on his stomach and handcuff him, first the left and then the right.
Now that you’re certain he won’t be causing any trouble, you relax a bit. You pull him up to his knees and ask him
>”You speak English, motherfucker?”At first you get no response, but once you tap the barrel of his Glock against his chin he cringes back and stutters “Y-yes, my English very good!”
>”What are you doing here?” He coughs and spits up a dark glob of blood on the floor before answering “Boss send me here to find… How you say… Evidence! I look for evidence and take it back for being destroyed.” Huh, well, that’s a good sign you suppose. At least it means they thought there’d be evidence of her kidnapping here, which means your own chances of finding some are not bad. You ask him if he did find anything, and he says “Дa, I find book with much english in it, in sleeping room. I show you!” And as he moves to get up you give him a decent kick square in the chest, knocking him down on his ass, saying “You can stay right there, dipshit.”
>”Just who the hell are you?”At this question he seems reluctant to answer, until you point his gun at his head and ask again. He cringes and stutters “I-I Peter! Peter Vladislav! I work for Popov! Vladimir Popov, very big man in city!” Oh fuck. The Popovs are the ones who took Candy? This might be beyond your paygrade. One things for certain, Candy is definitely in some deep shit, if she isn’t already dead.
>”Do you know Candy? Where is she?” He looks around, desperately hoping for something, anything that can get him out of this situation. You smack him with the back of your hand, hard. That gets him to focus, and he answers “I no know name, but that is girl, yes? I tell you where she is and I dead man.” You remind him that he’ll be a dead man if he <span class="mu-i">doesn’t</span> tell you where she is, and that seems to give him some perspective on the situation. “OK OK! She is being at 46 Perkin Street, th-the building with red sign at top!”
>”When did you last see her?”This time, he doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Today! I see her this morning, she a little blooded but still breathing! She no good if dead already.”
