Smarty quite literally broke down at that point. There was no bravery, no quick thinking, not even any begging for his life. He had just reached the point where he could no longer cope.
So he cried. Tears mingled with snot and sweat as he blubbered like a baby. Piggy found this display both amusing and immensely satisfying; making the weaker opponent cry was always the high point of a bully's day, and the jiggling wad of obesity paused to savor every exquisite sob. He touched Smarty's cheek in what he hoped was gesture of empathy, but in actuality it made Smarty's skin crawl.
“Three,” Smarty choked.
Smarty released a big, heaving, helpless sigh and repeated, “There were three of us.”
Piggy recoiled as if he'd been slapped in the face. His expression was a twisted exhibit of indignation. The very thought of his secret compound getting compromised by three people gave him heartburn. He brought his hand to his chest and opined, “I am offended. Really I am.”
Smarty slunk down and wept openly, “Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. I'll do whatever you want, I swearrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
Piggy reached in his hip holster and retrieved a small but powerful .500 magnum pistol and placed the barrel softly against Smarty's forehead. He sneered and said, “I know you will.”
The gun muzzle was a cold lightening bolt of death that tore through Smarty's skin and instantly froze the poor man. Fear caused him to forget to close his mouth, too. It just hung open as he waited for the bullet to turn his skull into hamburg.
“One last time, little man,” Piggy growled, “who are you working for?”
“I don't know, I don't know. I swear, Jay was the guy. He ran the ops, he was responsible for the money, he was the contact for our team. He ran the whole show. I'm nobody.”
Piggy leaned in close enough to hear the titanium alloy in the gun plead to be used. It wanted Smarty dead, and Piggy was this close to obliging his faithful pistol. His Jabba-The-Hutt tongue slithered over his ruddy lips excitedly as he pressed the weapon hard into Smarty's forehead. He chuckled soundlessly and offered, “Nobody to miss.”
The florescent light tubes overhead began to hum and grow significantly brighter, enough to make Smarty squint through his tears, “Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase.”
Smarty hung his head in defeat, “He's dead. He sacrificed himself to the guards to enable me to get into that room and steal... I don't know, Kumiko I guess.”
Suddenly, the pistol was pointed up at the ceiling, aimed safely away from Smarty's brain pan, “Wait, you don't even know what you were here to steal? This is outrageous! It's like I'm being taken down by carjackers...”
There were five guards in the room with them. Two of them laughed outright while the others simply smiled.
Then the lights went out.