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The reaction was almost instantaneous, Michael grunted slightly as the tail impacted his gut, and Kathryn seemed to run up to Demor, shoving the end of her disruptor pistol against her cheek, hard enough that it was likely Demor could feel the tingling sensation of the magnetic focusing coils.

"You keep fighting so help me I'll blow your gods damned brains out, right here, right now." The woman hissed, before moving to bring the butt of the disruptor pistol across Demor's cheek.

The pair of IIA Agents hefted Demor up after his leg seemed to give out, and they moved quickly to find a chair to sit him in, Kathryn moving around in a circle with rope, fastening him to the chair as best she could.

Grabbing a rolled pouch from inside his trench, Michael approached a table, and began to lay out the pouch, unraveling it to reveal surgical tools, pliers, screwdrivers, scalpels, corkscrews, and all sorts of assorted instruments for the torture of a prisoner.

Kathryn placed another device on the kitchen table, assorted wiring, a laptop computer, and electrodes, her hands working quickly to set everything up.

"We want information." Michael said calmly.