Fight... (and Win....)

Smiling, you raise your hands in front of you. Unexpecting this move, Eddie stops for a moment and contemplates your hands. After a moment's hesitation, he steps forward to grab at you.

While his attention is on your hands, you swing your knee up at an extremely rapid pace, directly into his crotch. The reaction is instantaneous, as he drops to the ground and clutches at himself. The handcuffs he was carrying clatter to the ground, as he howls in pain, holding his injured part.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, you step forward and kick him hard in the stomach. His howls are abruptly cut off, to be followed by hacking coughs. Again you strike, and Eddie's sounds are reduced to a quiet whimper. You take several steps back, and pull your gun from your pocket. You level it at the man on the floor, whose eyes widen in response.

"Ok, asshole. Start talking." You growl. The adrenaline is making your fingers shake slighly, but you maintain a covering position on the prone figure.

"Fuck you." he spits out. You quickly respond by moving forward and kicking him again. He moans at the pain the action produces in his stomach.

"Wrong answer." you announce. "Let's try that again. Who the fuck are you?"

"Officer Eddie." He replies through gritted teeth.

"All right then. Officer of what?" you respond, unimpressed with his laconic behavior.

"I don't have to tell you shit."

"Wrong again. Tell me, are you this stupid naturally or do you have to work at it?"

"Look, Bitch. When the Colonel finds out that some slut has been attacking his officers, he just might decide to make you an example."

You ponder at his words. The Colonel? The thought that there is an organization out there fills you with a little hope, but then it is dashed when you realize that this man is a representative of it. Not exactly the type of people you want to deal with.

You wonder if you should try to get some more info out of this sleazebag, or just get the hell out of here while the getting is good.