A voice came from the speaker set into the corner of the room - the voice that Stoat had both wanted to hear and feared hearing. The voice of Guildmaster Max DeVirgo.
"Stoat, old boy, seems like you've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle."
DeVirgo as the Exalted Guildmaster was still a bit of a puzzle to Stoat. With Graves, you always knew where you stood. DeVirgo at times seemed quite human, while at other times...
"You going to go off your nut if I come in there and have a bit of a chat with you?"
Stoat shook his head no.
The door opened up. DeVirgo held his hand up, telling his guards to wait at the door. "Stoat won't give us any issues, men. Doctor, let's get this gag off of him, and loosen his restraints a bit. Raise the bed up a bit, too, so we can have us a chat."
DeVirgo stood silently by while his commands were carried out, and while everyone left. Stoat watched silently as DeVirgo reached into his jacket, and pulled out a gun. Max looked at Stoat, then at the gun, twisting it in his hands. A wry smile crossed his face, and he put the gun back into his jacket.
"I don't think we'll have any need for that bit of our business today, my old friend." His hand moved to another pocket, and then pulled out another device - something Stoat recognized as one of the best jammers available to the Guild - capable of blocking all recording devices. DeVirgo flipped the switch, turning it on. One of the machines hooked up to Stoat made a plaintive beep and then went silent.
"I've read your doctors report three times. You have some problems, and the way I see it, there's only a binary solution set. The simple question that I have for you is this - do you want to live to see your next birthday? That'll shape which solution we can offer you."
(11-21-2013, 12:53 PM)Jihadjoe Wrote: Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.
