Franz stopped struggling for a moment when he heard my name, but now he renews his efforts in desperation, like a man who knows he’s going to the executioner. It’s always nice when they aren’t stupid.
* * *
Gio’s not at the warehouse when we arrive with Franz, and a new wave of fury pierces my psyche. I can’t believe he hasn’t dropped everything for the chance to interrogate this guy.
I have to give it to him, Franz is persistent. He continues to struggle as Dean and Sam get him out of the car, bring him down the steps, and strap him into the chair. We leave him there as we go get a cup of coffee. Making them sweat is half the fun. I wonder if he will have pissed himself by the time we get back.
“What do you think, boys? Should I go straight to the drugs and get as much out of him as I can before killing him, or should I just start with the torture?” I ask my henchmen as we sit on the other side of the two-way mirror and watch him continue to struggle. My coffee is hot and has a shot of whiskey in it. We keep supplies here for just this kind of occasion.
“He looks like a pussy,” Dean observes. “If you torture him, he’ll pass out before you can get any information from him.”
“Agreed. Start with the drugs and get what you need, then you can play with him after,” Sam chimes in while taking a sip of his coffee.
I sigh in disappointment at their responses. “Bummer, drugs it is.” I stand up and drain the rest of my mug before looking down at my shoes. “Crap. I need to keep another pair of shoes here so I don’t ruin my good ones.”
“There are a couple of pairs of rainboots in the bottom of the cupboard. I’m sure one will fit.” Sam points inside the room.
“Really? That’s perfect. Sam, I could kiss you.” He blanches, and I frown. “What’s wrong with me kissing you?”
He exchanges a look with Dean. “Sage told us if we liked our dicks then we need to stay the hell away from you,” he mutters, and Dean nods.
“Yup, I really like my dick, so keep your lips to yourself.”
I blink slowly in surprise. “Sage? My Sage threatened you?” I ask them, and they nod in unison.
“Huh.” I’m not sure what to do with that information, but it kind of makes me feel warm and bubbly inside. I toe off my shoes. “Let’s do this.”
We walk into the room, and Franz starts to babble and plead for his life, but I ignore him while I go in search of the boots. Dean and Sam take up posts against the back wall. They know not to get in the way after experiencing an unfortunate incident that saw them both splattered with blood from arterial spray. Just thinking about it makes me giggle. Their faces were priceless.
“You know, Franz, interrogation takes a little planning. I don’t like to ruin my clothes or my shoes, and I wasn’t really prepared for it today. Luckily we have these.” I grab the boots out of the cupboard and slip them onto my feet. “Do we have overalls or something? I hate the feel of sticky clothes when they are covered in blood,” I ask the boys, and they both shake their heads. “Well, let’s put them on the shopping list. It would make my laundry easier, and I’m sure the girls who do it would be grateful.”
Putting my hands on my hips, I look at Franz. “Okay, are you ready to begin?” He’s shaking with fear, and the scent of urine permeates the air. “Damn it, Dean, you were right. Fuck, I hate it when you’re right.” He smirks, and I grumble, “This is going to be fun now.”
Turning back to the counter with all the tools laid out on it, I bang them about a bit before turning on a drill and then a reciprocating saw. I let that buzz for a moment or two before throwing them back with the other tools. Don’t get me wrong, these tools are great and I have used them on people in the past, but they are messy and usually cause someone to pass out right away. In reality, the saw is only used to dismember them once they are dead.
“Fuck, Tori. He passed out,” Sam tells me.
I turn, and sure enough, the asshole is unconscious in the chair. “Shit, nowthat’snever happened before,” I grumble with disappointment.
“Told you he was a pussy,” Dean gloats, and I flip him off before turning back around, grabbing my drug of choice, Trilimide, and filling a syringe with it. Our Colombian friends shipped us some of this when our last shipment of coke came in as an added bonus. It has been very helpful as a truth serum.
“I’ll just inject this, and by the time he wakes up, it should be in full effect.” I go over to Franz and push back his sleeve, jabbing the needle into his bicep and depressing the plunger. Just as I’m pulling it out, the door bangs open, and Dean and Sam whip out their guns and point them at the intruder.
“At ease, assholes, it’s just me,” Gio drawls, his hair sticking out at all angles like he’s been running his hand through it. The guys relax and put their guns away.
“Well, boys, look who decided to join the party. How kind of him.” The sarcasm in my voice is unmistakable, and Dean and Sam know to duck for cover.
“Ah, we’re just going to wait out there now that you’ve got more backup,” Sam says diplomatically, and they both leave, Dean sneering at Gio the whole time. I do like loyalty in my men, and Dean just earned himself a big fat bonus.
“No need to be a bitch, Tori.” Gio walks over to stand in front of Franz. “This is the guy who made the bomb? He doesn’t look like much. And what did you do to him that made him pass out already?” He searches for signs of torture before looking at me and raising an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes and throw my hands up in the air. “Nothing. The man’s a pussy. I just played with the tools a bit and he was out like a light.”
Gio frowns. “That doesn’t scream hardcore criminal to me.”
As pissed as I am at him, I have to agree. “No, it doesn’t.”
“He’s just a patsy. Want to put money on it?” he offers, and I growl.
