Bash
This is the second chapter if you will of the post I made for grim and this fills the bash prompt. Word count is 731 words!
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The door opened again and the man they all knew to be responsible for all this walked in.
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“Damien Moreau. You son of a...” The same guard who had warned him to mind what he said backhanded Nate before he could finish his sentence. Nate's eyes found Eliot's and the look on the hitter's face told Nate he had made a very serious mistake. Indeed once Nate was looking at him again Moreau nodded his head. The guards behind each of the women did the same thing to each of them as the guard had done to Nate, but hitting them three times instead of once. Moreau's pleasure at this was increased when he saw how Nate struggling to keep his mouth shut and how Eliot was trying to break free of his bonds.
“Go ahead, Mr.Ford. Say it. I promise you Ron won't hit you again at this moment but I can't promise the same for the ladies.”
He looked at Eliot. “Go ahead, Spencer. Feel free to try to break those chains all you want.”
At his words Eliot ceased his struggle against the chains because for the moment all it was doing was providing Moreau with amusement while sapping his strength.
Moreau laughed. “I'm afraid saving your strength isn't going to get you or any of your precious family out of this room alive.” He made quotation marks in the air when he said the word family and although Eliot couldn't speak right at that moment he knew he had hit on one of the hitter's worst fears.
Nate wisely didn't say what he was really thinking but instead asked, “What do you want from us, Moreau? Do you want us to steal something for you? Maybe you'd like San Lorenzo back under your control? Or maybe I can interest you in Hardison here transferring an obscene amount of money into your bank account?”
Moreau laughed, “First of all, San Lorenzo is once again until my control. That mindless idiot you got elected president has met with an unfortunate accident and my man is once again in office. Second, there is no amount of money in the world that will satisfy me in the same way all of your deaths are going to so if I were you, Ford, I'd save my breath and try to die with a little dignity.”
“Hey, boss, Interpol man is waking up!” one of the goons said.
Moreau looked at the man on the floor who was indeed starting to stir. “Get Mr. Sterling a chair and make sure you put him beside Dr. Collins. She'll want a front row seat for what's about to happen.”
Nate's eyes found Maggie's and realized something. “I don't understand why Sterling is here, Moreau. He's a thorn in our side and has never been a help. So why kill him with the rest of us?”
Moreau watched his men as they tied up the man in question up and said, “It's fairly simple really.” He walked over to Maggie, touching her bruised cheek before saying, “He's here because she's in love with him. Aren't you, Dr. Collins?” When Maggie mumbled against the gag, vehemently shaking her head to deny what he just said but the tears escape from her eyes told him different. Moreau untied the gag in her mouth himself, and stepping away as Maggie, angry again, spat out a choice name in his direction.
Moreau laughed and stopped the guard who had moved to hit her. “Oh no, she's right. That's exactly what I am. I did after all steal her dead son's body and desecrate it. It is a shame he's dead by the way, a shame he won't get to see first hand what I do to his parents and his mother's new lover but I suppose one can't have everything as they want it exactly all the time.”
“What in the bloody blazes?”
“Ah Mr. Sterling, so very glad you could join us.”
“Damien Moreau?” Sterling countered, his surprise apparent. “I thought Nate and his crew put you away permenantly!”
With a smile, Moreau started towards the door, calling back over his shoulder, “The fun starts in one hour.... maybe less if I decide I just can't wait.” With one last nod he disappeared and the guards removed all of the remaining gags before following him out the door.
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The door opened again and the man they all knew to be responsible for all this walked in.
0o0
“Damien Moreau. You son of a...” The same guard who had warned him to mind what he said backhanded Nate before he could finish his sentence. Nate's eyes found Eliot's and the look on the hitter's face told Nate he had made a very serious mistake. Indeed once Nate was looking at him again Moreau nodded his head. The guards behind each of the women did the same thing to each of them as the guard had done to Nate, but hitting them three times instead of once. Moreau's pleasure at this was increased when he saw how Nate struggling to keep his mouth shut and how Eliot was trying to break free of his bonds.
“Go ahead, Mr.Ford. Say it. I promise you Ron won't hit you again at this moment but I can't promise the same for the ladies.”
He looked at Eliot. “Go ahead, Spencer. Feel free to try to break those chains all you want.”
At his words Eliot ceased his struggle against the chains because for the moment all it was doing was providing Moreau with amusement while sapping his strength.
Moreau laughed. “I'm afraid saving your strength isn't going to get you or any of your precious family out of this room alive.” He made quotation marks in the air when he said the word family and although Eliot couldn't speak right at that moment he knew he had hit on one of the hitter's worst fears.
Nate wisely didn't say what he was really thinking but instead asked, “What do you want from us, Moreau? Do you want us to steal something for you? Maybe you'd like San Lorenzo back under your control? Or maybe I can interest you in Hardison here transferring an obscene amount of money into your bank account?”
Moreau laughed, “First of all, San Lorenzo is once again until my control. That mindless idiot you got elected president has met with an unfortunate accident and my man is once again in office. Second, there is no amount of money in the world that will satisfy me in the same way all of your deaths are going to so if I were you, Ford, I'd save my breath and try to die with a little dignity.”
“Hey, boss, Interpol man is waking up!” one of the goons said.
Moreau looked at the man on the floor who was indeed starting to stir. “Get Mr. Sterling a chair and make sure you put him beside Dr. Collins. She'll want a front row seat for what's about to happen.”
Nate's eyes found Maggie's and realized something. “I don't understand why Sterling is here, Moreau. He's a thorn in our side and has never been a help. So why kill him with the rest of us?”
Moreau watched his men as they tied up the man in question up and said, “It's fairly simple really.” He walked over to Maggie, touching her bruised cheek before saying, “He's here because she's in love with him. Aren't you, Dr. Collins?” When Maggie mumbled against the gag, vehemently shaking her head to deny what he just said but the tears escape from her eyes told him different. Moreau untied the gag in her mouth himself, and stepping away as Maggie, angry again, spat out a choice name in his direction.
Moreau laughed and stopped the guard who had moved to hit her. “Oh no, she's right. That's exactly what I am. I did after all steal her dead son's body and desecrate it. It is a shame he's dead by the way, a shame he won't get to see first hand what I do to his parents and his mother's new lover but I suppose one can't have everything as they want it exactly all the time.”
“What in the bloody blazes?”
“Ah Mr. Sterling, so very glad you could join us.”
“Damien Moreau?” Sterling countered, his surprise apparent. “I thought Nate and his crew put you away permenantly!”
With a smile, Moreau started towards the door, calling back over his shoulder, “The fun starts in one hour.... maybe less if I decide I just can't wait.” With one last nod he disappeared and the guards removed all of the remaining gags before following him out the door.