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I didn’t bother questioning anything. I was just happy the man was alive. Together, we dragged him further into the maintenance room and set him down on a metal workbench. Ivan pulled a package from the inside of his fur-lined coat and unrolled it on the table. Pliers and knives were placed in each of the pockets. He took out the pliers and walked around where the man was breathing heavily on the table.
“You try to kill my friend. Why?”
The man stared at Ivan, refusing to answer. He thought he could hold out, but I knew that wasn’t likely to happen. Ivan struck me as a ruthless man. Not to mention, the stories about him were insane.
“You know,” Ivan said, slipping the pliers around one finger. “Most men, they break the fingers. It is useless.” His eyes flicked up to the man. “Tearing them out is so much easier.”
He jerked hard, pulling with all his strength until the man’s finger literally ripped off his hand. The screams were enough to send chills down my spine. Not even with Fox had I ever heard a man yell in so much agony, and Fox was kind of crazy.
“Now, you tell me what I want to know or I move on to next finger.”
The man’s breathing was erratic now as he stared at Ivan pleadingly. “I swear, I don’t know anything.”
“Lies!” Ivan shouted, grabbing another finger and ripping as hard as he could. Another finger tore off and blood squirted at me, splattering all over my shirt. “You were here. You try to shoot me.”
“Because you tried to shoot me!” the man yelled.
I was certain he was telling the truth, but Ivan grabbed another finger, pulling just as ruthlessly as the last time. I wanted to cover my ears to block out the screams that echoed around the room. I wasn’t a squeamish guy, but Ivan was another brand of crazy.
I really wanted to go back to my old job and pretend I never heard of the man before. Then again, it was better to be on his good side than be the one laying on the table.
“FNG, you do the honors,” Ivan said, holding out the pliers for me.
“Oh, that’s okay. I prefer umbrellas.”
“Umbrellas?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “How you use?”
“Um…usually I just pretend it’s a sword,” I nodded. “Simple, but effective.”
“I see. And you have umbrella on you now?”
“Well, no.”
He shoved the pliers at me. “You use.”
I slowly took them from him, trying not to touch all the blood, but it was impossible. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do this as well as him. I didn’t have any experience ripping off fingers.
“Like this?” I asked, placing the pliers over the knuckle.
“A little higher.”
The man on the table stared at me with pleading eyes. I felt really bad about this, but…not that bad. “Okay, here goes nothing,” I said under my breath.
I pulled with all my might, but couldn’t rip the man’s finger off. I started twisting, but still, couldn’t accomplish the mission.
“Is okay,” Ivan said, taking the pliers from me. “It took me three tries the first time.”
“Really?”
He patted my shoulder and smiled. “Is good. I finish with him.”
“Cool. Yeah, this is really more your thing anyway.”
The door burst open and Cash came storming in, followed by Fox and IRIS.
“Hey!” I grinned, running over to them. “How did you guys find me?”
“We followed the trail of blood. Who the fuck is this?” Cash pointed to Ivan.
