"Hello, Yorick," The Australian said, absently turning his cigarette around his thumb before replacing it in his mouth.
"Now, that last fella, he was pretty taciturn. I gave him two chances, which is one more than I'm going to give you. Sound fair?"
"He doesn't know anything," Natalya said, voice steady, even and low.
"He won't be able to tell you anything, because he doesn't know." One of the Chechnans barked something at her and slammed the butt of his rifle into the bars, near her head. She didn't flinch.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" the Australian replied. "Wouldn't be a proper torturing if we just took your word for it." He smiled back at Yorick as someone forced him into the chair and zip-tied his wrists together.
"I have every faith in your sense of self preservation, lad, so let's hear it, shall we? Where's your back up."
Natalya wanted to look over at Sam, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. There was no message she could convey with her eyes other than I'm sorry, and even if she could have telegraphed instructions, they were fucked. Outnumbered and outgunned.
She still wanted to look at him though. Which was stupid, because it wouldn't have made her feel any better, to now they would go after Sam when they were finished with Yorick.
God, Yorick.
She watched him, jaw tense, and tried to think of how to get him out of that chair.
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Date: 2010-05-25 03:14 am (UTC)"Now, that last fella, he was pretty taciturn. I gave him two chances, which is one more than I'm going to give you. Sound fair?"
"He doesn't know anything," Natalya said, voice steady, even and low.
"He won't be able to tell you anything, because he doesn't know." One of the Chechnans barked something at her and slammed the butt of his rifle into the bars, near her head. She didn't flinch.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" the Australian replied. "Wouldn't be a proper torturing if we just took your word for it." He smiled back at Yorick as someone forced him into the chair and zip-tied his wrists together.
"I have every faith in your sense of self preservation, lad, so let's hear it, shall we? Where's your back up."
Natalya wanted to look over at Sam, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. There was no message she could convey with her eyes other than I'm sorry, and even if she could have telegraphed instructions, they were fucked. Outnumbered and outgunned.
She still wanted to look at him though. Which was stupid, because it wouldn't have made her feel any better, to now they would go after Sam when they were finished with Yorick.
God, Yorick.
She watched him, jaw tense, and tried to think of how to get him out of that chair.