The Zoner choked as he sat - bound - onto a metal chair in the now empty Gran Canaria bar. There was a bit of a shuffling noise from other side of the room, and a thin, lanky man walked towards him. It was a Coalition officer, in standard uniform, black slacks and jacket lined with crimson and gold. Only this officer was dressed slightly differently than the rest of the Coalitioners that the Zoner had seen on Gran Canaria.
Most of the Coalition Marines and Officers were polite, well dressed, neat, and orderly. This one...this one had an air of insanity about him. His hair was ruffled, he had a slouch, and never stood straight. And those eyes, probing eyes. This was no regular Coalition officer.
"How many more lies?"
The Zoner, was too terrified to speak. It felt like any movement would have caused his stomach to explode. The Coalition officer held up what appeared to be a glass bead.
"One for every lie you tell us," said the Coalitioner, in a low, gravelly voice. "Why did you open the gates?"
"Because, it was a just one ship. It was military, yes, but you guys are military too, right?" said the Zoner weakly.
The Coalitioner seemed to think for a moment. "No. Bad answer."
Seizing the Zoner by the jaw, the Coalition officer shoved the man's neck upwards, and dropped another bead down the man's throat.
"SWALLOW!" screamed the Coalitioner.
Choking and gurgling, the Zoner eventually got the bead down.
Quote:[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: <_<
Quote:Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?
