Jim shrugs in response to the question, a silly and over exaggerated sort of shrug with an expression to match.
"Don't strain yourself attempting to be clever. That envelope is full of facts and they reveal more about you than you could ever fathom. You know just how many men are posted outside these walls, what they're armed with, and how quickly you will meet your end if you tried," Jim smooths his hand down his tie as he speaks, not an ounce of concern in his tone. Carefree.
He follows him into the room, closing the door silently behind them. There's the beginning of an amused grin forming on his face, like a child trying to contain their excitement when presenting their parents with a present on Christmas morning. Sebastian's silence and the groans of attempted speech leaving the bound man make that grin come full force.
"I got you a treat and you don't even have the decency to thank me? No matter, I already have what I want from this one. The less than ordinary ones always crack quickly," he says approaching the mark. He reaches out and yanks the gag from the man's mouth, paying little mind to any additional damage done. The yelp of pain only makes Jim looks that much amused. He takes a step back to the other end of the room and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and half paying attention to the precious reunion.
"Basher?! What in the hell are you doing here?" The man, Will, squirms against the nylon ropes binding him to the chair, looking up at his friend with a wild desperation in his eyes. "They'll kill you too. They ask you to work for them and then they sell you out. Don't listen to them and get the hell out of here while you still can!"
A great deal of training goes into preparing a soldier for torture situations; A certain strength of will and mind are required in case of capture and torture by an enemy. Secrets are as sacred for a country as they are for private interests, and it has led to a number of soldiers being picked up for this sort of work. Jim Moriarty's techniques, though often chemically assisted, have shaken the strongest of minds. A point of pride, to be certain.
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"Don't strain yourself attempting to be clever. That envelope is full of facts and they reveal more about you than you could ever fathom. You know just how many men are posted outside these walls, what they're armed with, and how quickly you will meet your end if you tried," Jim smooths his hand down his tie as he speaks, not an ounce of concern in his tone. Carefree.
He follows him into the room, closing the door silently behind them. There's the beginning of an amused grin forming on his face, like a child trying to contain their excitement when presenting their parents with a present on Christmas morning. Sebastian's silence and the groans of attempted speech leaving the bound man make that grin come full force.
"I got you a treat and you don't even have the decency to thank me? No matter, I already have what I want from this one. The less than ordinary ones always crack quickly," he says approaching the mark. He reaches out and yanks the gag from the man's mouth, paying little mind to any additional damage done. The yelp of pain only makes Jim looks that much amused. He takes a step back to the other end of the room and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and half paying attention to the precious reunion.
"Basher?! What in the hell are you doing here?" The man, Will, squirms against the nylon ropes binding him to the chair, looking up at his friend with a wild desperation in his eyes. "They'll kill you too. They ask you to work for them and then they sell you out. Don't listen to them and get the hell out of here while you still can!"
A great deal of training goes into preparing a soldier for torture situations; A certain strength of will and mind are required in case of capture and torture by an enemy. Secrets are as sacred for a country as they are for private interests, and it has led to a number of soldiers being picked up for this sort of work. Jim Moriarty's techniques, though often chemically assisted, have shaken the strongest of minds. A point of pride, to be certain.