"Hey beautiful" Dane smiled.
The team had walked into the business mans office, Matthew pushing in the man.

He was strapped to a chair with a whole roll of duct tape holding him down meaning he could only move his head, but his mouth was still covered.

Upon seeing Dane he started (trying) to squirm.
Without success.
Ewan had really done a good job with the duct tape.

Dane walked up to the man.
Ripped the tape over his mouth.
Jak grimmest at the thought of the pain.

"DANE YOU SON OF A BITCH! We had a deal!"

"We did. Key word being did.
Sorry."

"YOU'RE THE DEVIL! You're going to hell what you've done!"

"I go every year. Good company and nice weather."

Dane walked up to Matthew.
"Thanks. What did we say? $10,000?"

"$20,000" Matthew corrected.

"Worth it" He said as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a large briefcase. He slid it across the desk.

Matthew picked it up.

"Good seeing you again."

"Pleasure doing business."

Dane looked at Jak.
"Who's the new kid?"

"This is Jak. Latest edition to our little crew."

They both exchanged nods.
Both had no idea what to say.

Dane walked up to man (he still didn't provide a name)

He slapped him on the cheek.
"We are gonna have SO much fun"

He looked to see that Matthew's team had left his office. They had.

He pulled out a crowbar.

A wide smile on his face
"Shall we get started?"

2 hours later.

Danes suit was covered in blood and tears and sweat and spit.

He brought the crowbar slamming down on the mans hand.
Something broke.
He screamed and looked in horror at the bone sticking out of his finger.

Cuts and blood covered his body.
A once perfect white suit was now, ripped, bloody and dirty.

Dane stepped back.
"You've told me a lot. Useful stuff. But not what I need to know.
Where is she?"

The man spat blood.
"I told you - I don't know.
Please, PLEASE, just put the crowbar down."

Dane paused for a moment.
"Ok"
and dropped the crowbar.

The man relaxed at the sound of metal landing on the office floor.
He smiled.

The smile was quickly taken off his face when Dane smashed a fist into the side of his head.

The world went blurry as pain exploded through his body.

The punch was enough to knock over the chair.

"Where is she?" Dane asked, in a disturbingly calm manner.

"I told you everything I know.
Please. PLEASE just stop"
He begged, sobbing uncontrollably.

Dane did his best impression of a tv host.

"Ohhhhhhhh I am sorry. That's not the right answer. The correct answer was giraffes. Sadly you do not win those roller-skates. But here, have this consolation prize, just for coming on the show."

His shoe cracked across the mans jaw, splattering blood across the floor.

Dane pulled a shotgun from under his desk
"Last time"
He aimed for the head.
"Where the fuck she?"

He paused.
Silent.
Looking down the barrel of the shot gun.

"Ok. She's in London. Hotel called  The Hen and Cock. Room 34.
Now just please let me go I told you everything I know I just......."

There was a loud bang.
And a startled expression on his face.

Well.

On half his face.
The other half had been talked clean off by the shotgun blast.
The wall behind him was now painted by blood and pieces of brain.

"Thanks"
Dane said.
Smoke still coming out of the barrel of the gun.

He dropped the gun and walked out his office.

Leaving the mess behind him.