Connor Hudor's Story

Connor growled but nodded. "Aye " he said confidently keeping the girl in the sights. If she shot at them or even tried to make a move towards them he would blow her fucking head straight to Hell. He almost jumped when she pulled out a gun. "Jannick you have about three minutes till I end this bitch. " he shouted shaking from anticipation. He calmed himself and steadied his breath and stopped shaking. The gun was lined up and all it would take was a simple pull of the trigger.

Talk about patience....

Jannick made his move as soon as he heard Fia shouting. It would be now or never.

Slamming the door open, hands buzzing with electricity, he lunged forward and grabbed the mercenary. Her gun was pointed in front of her, and the worst that could happen would be her pulling the trigger and Fia not moving fast enough. Effectively tazing the girl, he shocked her until she was rendered unconscious, a state that he hoped would last for a while. He dragged her inside, door open for Fia and her charge, and dropped her on the floor.

"I need rope," he muttered, more to himself than anyone, and he located a thick, heavy coil. He wrapped it around the girl, making sure to pull it tight, and tied a series of complicated knots that would be tough to untie. Hands behind her back, feet strung together, he secured the rope and stood back. A bit breathless, he looked at Connor, almost in a daze, not quite believing what he had done, or the short amount of time he had done it in.

"...should we put in her in a chair?"

Connor sighed growled as Jannick tied up the girl. "I want her dead. " he complained. Then walked down and obeserved the girl. "No I think we should take the ropes off give her a gun and let her shoor us all. Yes we should put her in a fucking chair. " he said slightly aggravated. He truley wanted to kill her off for blasting his tire but he knew it wouldn't be the best for morale. He went over to the girl and slapped her unconscious body. "Ha this is fun guys you gotta try this. " be laughed and continued doing it several times.

"Thanks," Jannick replied. He shot a glare at Connor. "A simple 'yes' could have sufficed," he growled, "And no, we can't have her dead because a) we aren't mercenaries, and b) she could have inside info."

He left to grab a chair. When he returned, he saw Connor slapping the girl. Anger welled up inside him, and he didn't even here Connor's statement as he stalked over. He slapped the white-haired boys hand away and grabbed him, lifting him off the ground, shaking him, static causing the hair on both boys to rise. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouted, "How can you be so degrading?! Yes, she is the enemy, but for Christ's sake, show her a little bit of respect!"

Connor was startled when he was lifted but he didn't show it. Instead he smirked. "Listen I can respect poeple but I don't think very highly of people who try to kill me or my... you know. " he shook Jannick off and hung his head and walked away to his room away from the others. He lied down on his bed and locked the door. He didn't like to refer to Fiametta or Jannick as his siblings. They were all three made, not born and he wasn't sure what their relation would actually be. He wanted to think of them as Jannick as the older smart brother and Fiametta as the fiesty little sister but he just couldn't. He closed his eyes depressed and tried to sleep off the feeling.

"There's a difference between thinking highly of people and common respect!" Jannick snapped after Connor, but he didn't pursue him. Let him be, the twerp.

Jannick picked up the unconscious girl and sat her down on the chair. With the remaining rope, he strapped her in, arms and legs tied to their respective chair parts. He tugged the rope firmly. "There, that should do it," he murmured. He looked at Dawn, "So this girl has been following you, huh?" he mused, "Be careful with the gun. It might be loaded. Be best to hide it somewhere." He sighed and ruffled his hair before leaning against the entryway, waiting for Fia. He waved at her, letting her know it was safe.

Jannick's eyebrows rose at Fia's words, and he gave her a small, tired smile. "Sorry, Fia. I guess I lost it. It's good to have you back."

He collapsed into a chair, chest and shoulder throbbing from the previous wounds. "Mission accomplished for now," he said, "And then some..." he gestured towards Quimbry. Already he was thinking of questions to ask her. "Ah, Fia," he said, "Once the hired gun wakes up, lets refer to each other by our code names. So far, I've got the upper hand by knowing her name--it's Quimbry, by the way--and I don't want to level the ground. That goes for you three as well," he said to the code holders, "Once she's awake, I'm yellow, she's red, and the other guy is blue. Got it?"

He rubbed his eyes and yawned. The day had worn him out. "You might also want to give each other code names. Just as a precaution."

Quimbry was about to pull the trigger when the intense pain hit. Less than a second later, everything was white. Her first assumption had been that the mutants had ended her life.

She heard voices, but couldn't understand a word they were saying. It was as if her body was still a part of real world, yet her mind was still trapped. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. When her hearing began to return, Quimbry ruled out that she'd been killed.

"So... think... information?" It was faint, but still more prominent than the rest of the garbled nonsense.

Soon enough, her sight began to go fuzzy. First, she saw colors, then shapes, and finally the faces of her captors.

They'd caught her.

Quimbry wanted desperately to struggle, to grab her gun and fill each one of them with round of bullets. She found it impossible though; even without the ropes tying her to her seat, her body couldn't function.

"You... lit... fu... I..." Her mouth couldn't form the words. Part of it was due to pure shock, another due to anger, and the other solely due to the dizzying sensation she felt.

Connor had calmed himself down and was completely like his normal self now. He walked over to where everyone was and heard some of the conversation and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to be called Blue, or Splash, or any stupid nickname but he would play along. He watched Jannick sit down and he walked behind the chair and leaned his front on the back of the chair. He had sneaked inside and wanted to surprise a few " Oh he's fine he just got a shot a bit. Now more importantly she's awake and she won't talk right. Hm seems like a perfect opportunity to try a new tactic. " he laughed and grabbed a small towel from the bathroom. "Now Jannick don't get mad at me but if worst comes to worst let's just keep the option of waterboarding okay we need to keep an open mind when dealing with enemies. " he had a small innocent smile on his face which almost made himself shake a bit inside. He had never gotten to torture someone and he always wanted to try new things.

"What's... matter, Quimbry? Cat.... tongue?" The girl from before teased. Quimbry could pick up on more words now, but many were still not getting processed in her brain. Her speech however, seemed to be returning much quicker.

"What'd you.... do? Fry.... my damn brain?" They hadn't killed her, so they obviously wanted information. Quimbry assumed that as good as these people thought they were, they weren't above resorting to torture.

She wiggled a bit in the chair and realized that that she was held down with not one, but several pieces of thick rope. Quimbry looked down and cursed her bad luck. Those knots were tight. Since becoming a company traitor was not an option, she had to find another way to escape her captors, without using her arms or legs. After much deliberation, she finally settled upon a plan. It was the only way.

All she would need were her fingers.

Jannick glared at Connor from under his arm. However, he knew that he was right. Even the government used such methods to extract information, despite what they might say otherwise. Still, he didn't want to get Connor excited.

"I'll say yes to an open mind," Jannick said, "But I decide when the worst has come to the worst." He didn't want Connor to torture Quimbry at his every whim. If he had it his way, they wouldn't use torture at all, but this girl looked pretty hard to crack.

He removed his arm and tilted his head back, so that it was facing the ceiling, his eyes still closed. "No," he answered the awakening girl, "If I had done that, you wouldn't be able to talk."

"If worst comes to worst..... waterboarding... enemies." Cringing, Quimbry tried her best to keep focus. Waterboarding wasn't exactly the most pleasant of torture techniques. The company actually used it quite often in interrogations, although she'd never seen it firsthand. Somehow, she wasn't thrilled that they were considering it.

"No.... you wouldn't be able to talk." Voices were becoming more clear, and this one definitely belong to Sparky.

Quimbry frowned. She wasn't sure what he had done to her, but her head hurt, she could barely speak, and her cheek stung. "Right," She mumbled, "And.... what's your motive for.... keeping me alive?" She shot a glare in the direction she believed the second bodyguard to be in. She was almost positive that he knew she wouldn't talk, which was all the more reason to look for an opening to proceed with her plan.

"I'm not a fan of unnecessary violence," Jannick replied, almost in a tired voice. Looked like he wouldn't be able to nap after all. He sat up, removing his arm. "Unlike you, I actually have a conscience."

He leaned forward, chin resting above his poised fingers. He pondered on how to go about this. He knew blatant questions wouldn't be answered, and he figured that, despite the strong knots, she probably had a trick or two up her sleeve. She was probably already planning her escape. He hoped Dawn had hidden her gun well. His fingertips buzzed slightly just in case.

"Tell me, Miss Cancio," he said, "How much are they paying you?"

Connor scowled a bit when he realized the chance of his idea were extremely slim. "Very well ". He listened to Fia's to rant and rolled his eyes. " If we vote as a team we would never get anything done. " he said seriously. If you look at the three on paper they were more than perfect and could do anything. But in reality they were a ragtag group of mutants who could barley contain eachother. Of course of they needed to they always became synced up almost as one and could conquer anyone but that hardley ever happened.

He paced around the girl and looked down creepily like a shark circling its prey before it strikes. "So miss Cancio would you like to be a good girl and cooperate or do I get to try some new methods on you? " he spoke with the slightest bit of elegance in his vioce and was in the zone of extracting. He only used it when he wanted something and this was one of the times. He kept walking and looking down making him seem like an actual predator.

By now, Quimbry could hear and speak like a normal person. First, she turned to the white-haired boy that seemed to be all to eager too watch her suffer. "Ay," She grunted, "Stop circling me like a damn vulture, you're only making me go cross eyed."

"Tell me, Miss Cancio, how much are they paying you?"

"They pay me enough." She replied quickly. A twisted smirk stretched across her face. "But do you seriously think that I do this for the money?" Shaking her head, she scoffed loudly, "And here I thought that you were supposed to be the smart one."

Quimbry's hand twitched subconsciously within its restraints. "Anything else you want? My birthday? My social security number?" She rolled her eyes, "Oh, I know, why don't I read you my entire life story while I'm at it?"

Dawn sat on the back of the couch, looking at the girl. "So....just out of curiosity, Quim, how long were you following me? I got that code weeks ago, and it seems like everyone else got theirs a bit later than me. Was it when your boss found out I was trying to crack it? Or was it when your boss found out I could crack it?"

Dawn eyed this girl that had tried so hard to kill her. "Where were you six months ago when I actually wanted to die? You would have been quite helpful in the matter, I think," Dawn said, smiling in a slightly psychotic way.

Jannick studied the mercenary, watching her every facial expression. He was surprised when he heard Dawn had the code longer than the others. Hadn't they just been sent out? That was why they were here now....

It seemed Quimbry was taken aback by the information as well. Although she hid her face, Jannick could still make out the wide-eyed look of surprise. Hmm. Seems as if he wasn't the only one who had been misinformed. However, the fact that she hadn't turned her face until after Dawn finished speaking gave Jannick reason to suspect she had been surprised about something else too. He was willing to bet it was the fact (he supposed it was fact) that Dawn could actually crack the code.

Slowly a plan formed in his head. Dawn clearly had a superior, the one who would give her info, and if she didn't know about Dawn's code being sent out early, then it was clear he failed to tell her that. If he could just break the trust between the two, then maybe he could get her off their back. She seemed like one for revenge.

Jannick knew that the same strategy could be used against him (he too, didn't know about the early code), but his cause was a moral one as well. While he wasn't sure if he himself entirely trusted his boss, he knew for a fact that he didn't want the world to end or be thrown into chaos.

"Well, new mercenaries or not, you are very much alone here," Jannick said, "The fact that you didn't even try to call for back-up before I disabled your phone proves that we probably don't have to worry about new guns any time soon."

His shoulder started to ache again, and he leaned back. Crossing his arms, he asked: "So, if money isn't your motive, what is? I don't see what you'd have to gain from the end of the world....Oh, and if you don't plan on answering, than a straight 'no' will suffice. I don't have the energy to put up with sarcastic, evasive, beat-around-the-bush answers."