Goethe will order the Synthcorp agents to drop their weapons and surrender if they want to live.
“Awww…you got me a gift Nail. And it isn’t even my birthday!”
Goethe will toss out a set of wire ties, one for each agent still alive, including Sasheille.
“First we tie their hands behind their back. Then the fun starts. Nail…Donovan, you make sure they’re securely bound. Also, Nail, here’s my medkit. There might be enough stuff left to save the life of the UO agent. Seneth, your job will be to start healing. I’m still down from the first encounter we had in the hallway, and I know 4509 is lucky to still be walking. Nail and Donovan might need some as well. And assuming Nail can save the UO agent, he’s definitely going to need some. But most important is we need to make sure Kirk is all right. The virus should still be in affect, which means she can essentially turn Synthcorp’s own security into a deathtrap for them. As for Sasheille, well, he and I are going to have a little chat.”
As that final sentence escapes his lips, Goathe’s demeanor changes. Any semblance of warmth he once had disappears as he draws himself up to his full height and squares his shoulders back. He turns his neck to the side, letting out a crack as he purposefully stretches his arms and cracks his knuckles. It’s as if he’s become a completely different person. If one didn’t know any better, they’d swear he even had some Troll blood in him. Even Nail, who’s seen Goethe in his interrogation mode many times, is a bit off balance by the change. Donovan, who’s only experience with Goethe’s interrogations was back when they nabbed Fortnight, isn’t sure what to make of it other than he’s glad Goethe’s on his side. The Fortnight thing was child’s play compared to this.
Goethe will use his specialization in physical intimidation for this next part.
Goethe slowly makes his way toward Sasheille and begins pacing back and forth in front of him. Occasionally leaning in with the more salient points. His demeanor is cool, but the malice behind his voice and words is intentionally thinly veiled.
“So Sasheille. You and I are going to play a little game. It’s called ‘What do you know?’ And the rules are just as it sounds. In fact, since I’m a sporting guy, I’ll even go first. I’ll tell you what I know, and then you tell me what you know. So let’s begin.”
"It’s funny you mention how we turned on you. You’re either stupid, naive, a shitbag liar, or any combo of the above.
"I don’t know for certain why Nail, Kirk, and I were chosen for this little task. It’s possible it was random and McManus was contacted by you guys and he passed it along to me, and I brought Kirk and Nail in because they’re among the few people I actually trust. But it’s also possible that Synthcorp already knew about me and picked me because of my reputation of never backing out on a job, even when given a better offer. Either way, Synthcorp no doubt researched me at some point before we met with Johnson, so they know I don’t break my contracts. And they were no doubt counting on it.
"See, we were all dead the minute we accepted your blood money, we just didn’t know it yet. I’m never comfortable taking wetwork jobs, because rarely are they what they seem to be. But McManus vouched for you guys, so I figured I’d give it a chance. Besides, the pay wasn’t all that bad. But if you thought I’d just blindly follow your orders, than you clearly didn’t do your research. We tracked down Chaggo, and I could have let him fall from a train to his death, but I didn’t. I saved him because I wanted to know what would make a guy that desperate to piss off a corp so much that they’d put a hit out on him. I mean, he kidnaps a guy, and you hire us to whack him? That’s a bit overkill, literally. So while we grab him and take him to an abandoned house to nurse our wounds and find out what’s going on, little do we know that Synthcorp has already turned on us. McManus’s safehouse got raided, and Kirk got kidnapped. We didn’t know it was you at the time, but once Chaggo filled us in on what was really going on, you definitely hit the prime suspect list.
"Anyway, Chaggo told us why he kidnapped Arry. He wanted to know what Arry knew. He had a personal reason to take you guys down, even if it cost him his life. He wouldn’t say more, though, until he could show us the evidence.
“So we go the safehouse where he as Arry. We let Chaggo alert his accomplices and they escape. Then we walk in with Chaggo tied up and free Arry.”
Goethe leans in really close to Sasheille, his breath hot on the zombies face.
“Are you listening? Here’s where it gets good.”
"Arry mentions how he didn’t say anything. And Donovan promptly shoots him point blank in the guts. Yes, your own guy shot your other guy, much to everyone’s surprise, particularly Chaggo and Arry. I’m still not sure who was more surprised, but Arry isn’t around anymore to clear up that point. But I digress. Turns out, Chaggo wanted to know how to overcome the ICE protecting the rest of the evidence that reveals your corps dirty little secrets and how you’ve been killing people to protect them, and he thought Arry was the guy that could do that for him. See, your corp hired Chaggo’s crew to do a run. And when they finished, you decided that they knew to much. So you were going to gas the entire crew. However, Chaggo’s friend locked himself in the room to prevent the gas from getting anywhere else. He sacrificed himself for the rest of his crew. And Donovan here, well, see he’s following in his father’s footsteps. Just like his daddy, he was a loyal Synthcorp employee, however, you paid his father’s loyalty back by killing him. And Donovan has been looking for his revenge ever since.
"So really, you sit there in judgment of my team and I, calling us cockroaches and turncoats, but though our sins might be many, the one thing we’ve never done is killed people whose only mistake was that they actually did what we asked them to. I had real issues breaking my contract with you, until I realized that it was never valid to begin with. You guys never intended to keep your end of the bargain, and if I hadn’t saved Chaggo’s life, my team and I would probably be dead by now at your corps hands, not even knowing why. So we turned. Because sure this job was a long shot, but it paid much better than you, and at least if we died here, we died on our own terms, not yours. My daddy’s a corp zombie like you, but he was always a straight shooting businessman. He always honored his deals, even when it was easier not to. And really, if a twat like him can pull it off, it really can’t be all that difficult.
“So that brings us to the now. It’s just you and I. Your little corporate paradise is crumbling down all around you. You can fall with it, or you can tell us what you know and get out…maybe find some honest work for a change. Volunteer at a soup kitchen maybe. Anyway, you’re going to tell us what we want to know regardless. See I could try to beat it out of you, but that gets messy, and it makes it harder to understand someone when they can barely breathe and their face is all swollen and they’ve lost some teeth or bit their tongue or whatever. So I prefer cleaner methods. Usually I use my shock gloves. Their quite a jolt from what I gather. However, it was hard enough for us to justify the guards to let us keep our guns. I don’t think they would have let me take the shock gloves as well. So unfortunately, I’m going to have to improvise.”
Goethe fumbles around in his coat pocket for a bit, and then his fingers grasp what he was looking for and he pulls it out.
“See this. It’s called a miniwelder. It’s great for melting through locks and other metal. It’s also amazing what it can do to human flesh.”
Goethe then clicks the miniwelder on. The tip instantly heats up red hot. And Goethe holds it up right under the zombie’s nose.
“See, this little baby can hit about 1000 degrees once it get warmed up. I think I’ll start by cauterizing your nostrils together. It’ll be fun…Of course, you could always just tell us what we want to know. Personally, in your shoes, I’d really consider taking that option.”
“So where’s Johnson. What kind of security does he have. And what’s the best way to take him out. And what did Kirk have to do with Johnson’s plans? And if I so much as think you are lying to me, you’re going to need a throat tube to breathe and eat…”