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Bridgehead, Sec ops interrogation room 3.
"I can help you. I can get you outta here. Ah, I'm not going to ask you to betray Jake Sully. I know you'd never do that. Your loyal, and I admire Loyalty. Just ride along. Otherwise I gotta give you back to the lab coats."
Quaritch had said that five days ago and Spider was wondering if he should've reacted differently. Once his father, no not his father, once Quaritch had offered a deal in which he would have to betray his people, for his safety, he couldn't even think of doing that. Sure the Sully's had left him behind, but it just wasn't about them. If he taught the Recom the way of Pandora, he would be giving them the tools to take it over. So he swung on him. He did manage to strike him, but Quaritch definitely returned the favor. Spider's side hadn't stopped hurting since he got throw against the wall, but he hoped nothing was broken. He hasn't been giving any food since before he got captured, barley any water, and he was feeling pretty bad. He had already lost a bit of muscle mass from himself. He was used to eating a large amount of food to keep up with the energy he used up. No one had come to see him again so at least that was good. He was extremely bored, the bright white light was blinding. On day two he tried to go at the window with metal chair, it had completely backfired when the chair had bounced back into his face. Spider was thinking about what may happen, what had happened. So much so he didn't notice the door open.
"Hey Socorro." The voice of the general called.
Spider turned his head around to look, but before he knew it a metal fist had collided across his face. Spider fell off the table he was sitting on and ended up falling against the wall. Looking up he saw General Ardmore in a metal Exo suit and one of the female Recoms in the doorway.
"Its time you started talking. You got useful information, not only about Jake Sully, but also about the creatures on this damned moon. Now you are no good to use dead so we will hold off on the NeuroSect. For now. Zdinarsik, grab him." She ordered.
The Recom popped her gum and began to move towards Spider. He quickly stood up and moved towards the end of the room with the mirror.
"Don't make this hard kid, don't add to the pain your already getting." The Recom advised.
Spider's eye dashed around his immediate surroundings and came up with a quick plan. He grabbed the metal chair and swung on the Recom. Once he took her out he would rush the general and make a run for it. But instead of that happening, the Recom grabbed he chair and gave him a firm kick to the chest sending him back against the wall. He hit his head against the mirror and his vision went blurry. A second later his vision clear up, but all he saw was the Recoms fist coming at his face. After a couple hits it stopped, but then he lifted to his feet and cuffs were slapped onto him. He was dragged into the hallway and escorted down the hall. Eventually he was led to a room, a simple room. It was just like the one he was taken from, hell the entire place looked similar. But it was bigger and instead of a desk with chairs, there was a table. He was dragged to the table and strapped down. Two RDA soldiers entered as the Recom left. Then they waited by the wall.
The general stood over him, "I suggest you talk, and you talk loud and clear. Or else my boys here with make your life a living hell." She then turned to the two soldiers, "Have at him boys, make him talk."
At that the general left the room and the two soldiers approached Spider. Spider started to struggle, trying to get out before they got to him.
One of the soldiers stood directly over him while the other grabbed something, "Don't struggle, if you want this to end, just talk."
Spider spat in his face as he kept struggling.
The solider sighed, "Your choice." he said as he grabbed something from his partner.