03-20-2015, 12:03 PM
Huitzilac.
The name was not familiar but Damien savoured the sound as if it was an answered prayer.
His eyes returned to the screen and his good mood abated. Dane Gregory was a curious creature. Efficient in his ‘interrogations’ which had reaped much greater rewards than he had expected. Damien wanted to observe the man’s technique. A curiosity he almost regretted.
The methods Dane employed were not the worst he had seen. In fact, he was meticulous and precise in a way no thug could imitate. His ability to instil fear in his subjects did not rely on horrific brutality or pain. Damien could almost feel the aura of insanity that fed Dane’s victims’ nightmare. One look into the delicate eyes revealed a man who thrived on terror. In the underworld, thugs like their unlucky captive expected torture. There was professionalism about it that one could rely on. A trade of pain for information. It was only a matter of how much for how long. A man knew he was safe as long as he had information his captors wanted. Dane Gregory defied every expectation. He was everything a Cartel thug feared. Unpredictable to the point of insanity. The unwritten laws of crime meant nothing.
Dane Gregory was unlike any man Damien had ever met. His initial assessment paled in comparison to Dane’s true nature. He was a child who saw men as ants to play with and explore his curiosity. Human life meant nothing to him, Damien was sure.
“Mr. Oakland,”
a voice called through the door. “Woodpecker has retrieved the package.”
Damien lifted himself from the seat slowly with a pensive frown. He had doubted his decision to use Dane Gregory no longer. The man could not be left to run rampant yet he was far too wild for any normal man to tame. Damien was no normal man.
“Bring him to me. We have a battle to plan.”
The name was not familiar but Damien savoured the sound as if it was an answered prayer.
His eyes returned to the screen and his good mood abated. Dane Gregory was a curious creature. Efficient in his ‘interrogations’ which had reaped much greater rewards than he had expected. Damien wanted to observe the man’s technique. A curiosity he almost regretted.
The methods Dane employed were not the worst he had seen. In fact, he was meticulous and precise in a way no thug could imitate. His ability to instil fear in his subjects did not rely on horrific brutality or pain. Damien could almost feel the aura of insanity that fed Dane’s victims’ nightmare. One look into the delicate eyes revealed a man who thrived on terror. In the underworld, thugs like their unlucky captive expected torture. There was professionalism about it that one could rely on. A trade of pain for information. It was only a matter of how much for how long. A man knew he was safe as long as he had information his captors wanted. Dane Gregory defied every expectation. He was everything a Cartel thug feared. Unpredictable to the point of insanity. The unwritten laws of crime meant nothing.
Dane Gregory was unlike any man Damien had ever met. His initial assessment paled in comparison to Dane’s true nature. He was a child who saw men as ants to play with and explore his curiosity. Human life meant nothing to him, Damien was sure.
“Mr. Oakland,”
a voice called through the door. “Woodpecker has retrieved the package.”
Damien lifted himself from the seat slowly with a pensive frown. He had doubted his decision to use Dane Gregory no longer. The man could not be left to run rampant yet he was far too wild for any normal man to tame. Damien was no normal man.
“Bring him to me. We have a battle to plan.”