* Jason looks up as Siren somehow enters the room.*
Wha... what THE HELL!
*He slams the rusty knife down on the floor nearly hitting one of the man's feet and cutting into the wooden floor and turns to face her.*
SIREN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I am in the middle of something! What the ... what... ARRGG!! Cant I get a little privacy for once? Can't I? CANT YOU KNOCK!? Your ruining the moment!
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
GET OUT before I strap you down as well NEXT TO HIM! *he yells in a rage*
*Jason storms over to Siren and tries to push her out the door but failing to even make her move an inch.*
** Siren watches as Jason tries to move her to no avail before looking at him with her evil smile shes always sporting **
Siren: you know.. i can make myself 4 times as heavy as my normal weight, so id think twice about trying to move me let alone strapping me down. As for that privacy, you can have it, just try and ask the person that owns this storage room first next time...
** She easily pushes him away from her and turns to walk back through the doors saying as she does. **
Siren: have fun killing another idiot pilot, stop by the bar later and i'll pour ya a drink...
*Jason turns around hearing the man and his cocky attitude.*
Oh SHUT UP!
*He pulls the knife out of the floor boards, turns it around so he is holding the blade end of the knife and smashes the handle across the mans face. He then grabs the man's collar and pulls him up as much as he can off of his seat.*
Next time you will get the other end!
*Jason pushes the man back down in his chair. He takes the camera in his hand and now holds it up to his face*
You want assurance Mrs. Doe? *he laughs* All you can get is my word. That's the game we are playing. If you care for your employees then you will do as I say! And I hope that you do care for them... or else you might see a decrease in your employee count real soon and YOU will be the one to blame!
Maybe I can even make it public...
*Jason laughs as his hand gets out of the screens view and then there is static*
:::TRANSMISSION ENDED, OPEN FOR REPLY BY TARGET ID:::
Target ID: Jess Doe
Caller ID: Jason Clark
Location: Unknown
Encryption: HIGH
*Jason is seen circling David straped in the chair*
"Good evening Ms.Dow. It seems like you have been rather unresponsive lately. We are worried. Aren't we boy?"
*Unfazed by what Jason is talking about* I know you are.
Oh I am!
I am making this transmission to remind you of the deal I am proposing. The boy back for a Camara ship! It seems to me that you think I'm bluffing;... that you think im not serious...
*he turns to the man.*
Lets send your boss a little gift...
*He lifts his kife up to the man's face while using his other hand to hold his head firmly in place and cuts into his cheek, dragging his dull-ish knife slowly. David cringes at the first few seconds then grins*
Next time ... ahhh...you might wanna make sure your prisoner is TIED DOWN TIGHTLY!
*David unravels his left hand and hooks Jason in the face with his right hand still stuck. Jason stumbles at this and is surprised holding one hand on his face*
"Oh...Is that how it is eh?" *he chuckles evilly with now a dark expression in his face*
One for one. *David says while swinging his hand up and down*
I must say... I have never seen such a fool like you in a LONG time!
*saying this he quickly runs at the man in the chair and grabs his arm slamming it down on the arm rest*
Good thing I guess.
Well good for me!
*Jason lifts his knee up and presses the man's arm to the arm rest. He then grabs his face again and starts cutting the cheek, this time making swift motions but still bumpy with the dull-ish knife*
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
* Jason steps back and grins. He takes a vial out of his pocket and he presses it on the man's cheek and collect some of his blood that runs down. Happy with the amount he got he lets go of his head and arm at the same time and steps back out of arms reach of David.*
*David grabs his cheek still cringing in pain*
I think you will enjoy that little something on your face for a time... Its a familiar logo.
*He points to the LR logo on a wall*
Sadly, I can't leave you like this... you might get infected... You are still be useful alive. Thanks for the blood though. It will make a fine gift.
*He spits on the ground with some blood from the punch he got in the face and reaches into one of the shelves to take out a bottle of vodka. He opens the bottle and smells it, inhaling the pleasant aroma.*
I think we need to clean you up a bit. Its a shame this will have to go to waste like this though...
*He walks quickly up to the man and grabs his hand, pulling it away form his face. the blood stain on the man's hand reviles the LR logo on it. He then starts to pour the vodka on the mans face laughing*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
*With the bottle half full Jason stops and walks away form David and up to the camera.*
Listen up! Once you get this message you will have my little gift as well. Maybe that will make you understand that I want the Camara and I want it now! Once you agree we will set up the location of exchange.
AND THERE BETTER BE NO TRICKS!
***Static***
:::TRANSMISSION ENDED, OPEN FOR REPLY BY TARGET ID:::
We have one Camara set for you on Planet Pittsburgh. Will you be collecting this from our production facilities or do you require it moved to an alternate location?
I also expect David to be returned to us at the time of its collection. Of course, I assume you are smart enough to know that will be the case.
Target ID: Jess Doe
Caller ID: Jason Clark
Location: Unknown
Encryption: HIGH
*Jason is in a darkened room. A few small point lights are illuminated here and there but it is almost pitch dark. His face and top part of his body is illuminated.*
So Miss Doe has finally come to her senses eh? And a good decision I might add.
Very good. I will hand over the man in exchange for the ship.
I am not THAT stupid as to come to your facility myself, nor do I feel like it. I'd like for you to have it moved to the Tahoe Ice Cloud in California. Co-ordinate C-D 5 6 . I will meet you there and the switch will take place.
However, please don't be stupid enough to "ambush" me or try anything "smart". It would be a shame to have more of your men gone "missing" from your radar.
Don't get lost.
*Static*
:::TRANSMISSION ENDED, OPEN FOR REPLY BY TARGET ID:::
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