<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015901#pid2015901"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Mateo Reyes</span></a><br/>Location: ???<br/>Time: Evening Watch<br/>Tagged: N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><br/>"Jesus Pagan, stop. I don't think they've even got the ransom video yet." the female officer said, glancing Mateo over. "You might kill him and we'd never get the money." The cyborg was thoroughly beaten and worked over by this point. Numerous cuts and bruises had begun to swell on his head and chest. Mateo even had trouble breathing, potentially a broken rib or something of the sort. "Speaking of which, is there any response from that ship yet?" she asked towards the officer sitting down.<br/><br/>"Nope. It's like people never check their damn messages anymore, it's been hours. Maybe they ignored you Tin Man. Decided you weren't worth the hand over. I don't necessarily think that your robotics are obsolete yet, but maybe this debtor does more than you around the ship." Marlowe laughed and sank back down into his chair, vacantly browsing the local internet until the message was received.<i>I can't wait for somebody to kill him. I might do it specifically. Either him or Punchy over here, I can't decide. Things to consider.</i>Mateo thought, using his one working eye to scan the room.<br/><br/>Based on what the officers had said about their location, Mateo came to the conclusion that he was brought off world somewhere. He couldn't really tell if he was on a ship or a station, but he definitely wasn't on the planet anymore. He had hoped that they wouldn't even bother with the message and just leave, these low level rent a cops weren't really worth the rest of the crew's attention, yet his stomach churned at the thought of being sent to some back alley chop shop for his parts.<br/><br/>At first Mateo thought he was in trouble, thinking that the officers were actually undercover from a crime family. They turned out to be some opportunistic thugs who never learned how to torture properly, mostly just beating on him without a clear goal. In fact Mateo had actually gotten information from them, they worked for the Blue Mountain Group, other bounty hunters and triggermen were also looking for Thomyris, and that it was Pagan's birthday next week.<br/><br/>"Alright," Pagan said cracking his knuckles again, "What do you know about Thomyris habits, connections, yadda yadda." He stood over Mateo menacingly, with a look in his eye like a wild dingo ready to tear apart a rat. "Alright, alright, I'll confess. We've been seeing each other recently, fucking like wild animals long into the night. I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, but you've beat it out of me." Mateo said with mock resignation. The officer shot him a confused glance. "You're talking about the debtor?" Pagan asked.<br/><br/>"Oh Thomyris? Sorry I thought we were talking about your mother." Mateo beamed at him.<br/><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><br/>Mateo felt his body weight slam backwards into the chair as the officer struck him, giggling like mad after a yelp of pain. He had bit into his lip with the last punch and some blood was beginning to slide down his chin. Mateo stifled his laughter into a small chuckle and spoke out to the officer. "Sorry, I'll come clean, I actually fucked your sister."<br/><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><br/>Once again his head flew back with the punch and Mateo felt really light headed. He probably had a concussion by now or something similar.<i>The Doctor is probably going to be mad at me tomorrow. If I make it until then.</i>It took a minute for his vision to catch up to where his mind was at. The cybernetic eyes playing everything, every refraction of light was visible to him, but his thoughts taking a second to fully catch up. "No... no that did it, I will be honest. It was your mother and your sister. Y'know on the street they call that the chicken and the egg? No shit man." Mateo smiled, or tried to it was hard to tell at this point if his face was capable of smiling. Pagan looked at him with a blank stare of bewilderment for a moment.<br/><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><b>CRACK</b><br/><br/>Mateo didn't even snap his head back up after that one, staring at a spot on the ground his face rested on. Those last punches actually knocked him and the chair sideways. Mateo was gazing out of his solitary working eye around the room, trapped in his own body with his cold limbs lying useless at his side. After a few seconds he let out a groan of pain and heard a few footsteps walking away. "Screw it, Marlowe you try getting information out of him now." Pagan said with disgust.<br/><br/>"Getting information out of me? Please, you basically told me your boss, the number of your forces, and your whole plan to trade me off while beating the shit out of me. What's this shit lord going to do to torture me, hook up a car battery to my nipples and read me everyone's bank account login?" Mateo said, his face against the floor. Pagan sauntered back over and kicked him sharply in the ribs a couple of times, if a rib wasn't broken before, then some definitely were now. "Pagan stop. Go to the bridge and calm down a little." Marlowe said standing between him and Mateo. With a huff the officer left the mirrored room and Marlowe stood the chair with Mateo back up.<br/><br/><i>So I am on a ship. Probably heading near the St. Anne or towards the station. I hope Donovan's onboard so I can go home quickly tonight.</i>The cyborg took a look in the one way mirror. He didn't look quite so pretty anymore. He would definitely need stitches and a few dozen painkillers to feel okay after this. Mateo noticed that they took care not to touch his cybernetics at all, keeping him pristine for a chop shop should this deal not fall through.<br/><br/>Thankfully the two remaining officers didn't seem to have a stomach for excessive violence, neither trying to start up the beatings again.