Accursed Fighter

“I’ll tell you anything, anything!” he cried helplessly, squirming.

The corners of my mouth turned up a little.  “I knew you’d come to your senses.  Now, about the Resistance-”

He looked rather surprised.  He shook his head frantically.  “Oh no no no, I can’t tell you about that. Can tell you anything else but that.”

“Listen you,” I began, but he interrupted again.

“Well, I can’t seem to do much else right at the moment, now can I?”

“Well then, if you’re so keen on listening, why don’t you tell me...?”

“Tell you what?”

This was getting exasperating.  “About the Resistance!” I cried.

His face lit up in surprise. “A resistance? That can’t be good.  They might try to bring you guys down.  You should get rid of it right away!”

That’s what I’m trying to do!” I bellowed.

“Well!” he answered cheerfully.  “Why didn’t you say so?”

Why was he being so frickin' difficult?!  Were these two really worth all the trouble they’d put me through?  This was getting out of hand.

I seized his bound hand, & began to ever-so-slowly push it in a painful direction.  He squawked in protest.

“I’ll come back later," I hissed dangerously in his ear.  "In the meantime, you decide whether you will cooperate.  If you don’t, you may have to deal with the Commissioner.  I assure you from experience he is a much less merciful man than I.  Do you understand me?”

He nodded begrudgedly.  I let his wrist go, retied the gag, turned on heel, & stormed out.

The End

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