#split lip

“You’re working for them.” They spat angrily. 

"Oh, that's a bit rude."

“Shut up! I do the talking.”

"Okay, okay." He looked serious for a moment. "So, do you need a talky stick or…?"

That earned him a punch in the gut from one of his captor’s friends. “Stop trying to be smart!”

The hand in his hair didn't help as he automatically curled in, struggling to breathe. "That's no way to treat a guest."

“You’re not a guest.” They growled. “Tell us what you know.”

"I'm good at my ABCs, can do most of the time tables - i get stuck on my sixes despite everything."

“That’s enough!” Another voice called, cold and authoritative. He approached Harrison, looking him over, at the way his men had secured him. “My men must be scared of you. That’s quite impressive.” 

Harrison gave a laugh. "Isn't it just?"

“It’s just a shame I’m not.”

"I'd be worried if you were. But then again, it's like the blind leading the blind, isn't it? Just cowards leading cowards."

“Cowards is a little harsh.”

"Oh, is it? Why don't you untie me then?"

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Henri purred. “You work for the Daniels, and I want to know what you know.”

"I've got no loyalties. I work for whoever pays me the most."

“Then if you’ve got no loyalties, you’ll talk to me.”

"About what?"

“Everything you know.”

"Oh, jeez. We'll be here a while. Can you untie me, then? Maybe get me a coke and some snacks?"

Henri laughed. “No, I’m not stupid.” He pulled his gun, examining it idly. 

"No? Are you sure?" The gun didn't scare him, he was still more bored than anything.

He pressed the gun to Harrison’s temple, clicking the safety off. “You’ll tell me what you know.”

Harrison gritted his teeth slightly, taking a steadying breath as he weighed up the situation. "You'll have to ask better than that. I know an awful lot of things, you know that. Did you want me to start with the alphabet?"

“I don’t have time for you to be a smartass.” 

"So we're not going to talk about university? A- levels?"

Henri jerked the gun, hitting Harrison’s temple. “I want information on supply lines, money, anything.”

He winced despite himself. "I have no idea about that. I'm not part of the planning."

“Of course you are.”

"Not any more."

“I don’t believe you.”

"I've been in Germany for the last few years." He lied. "Why do you think you've not seen my pretty face for a while?"

“Germany? What’s your German like?”

"I get by."

“Funny, I don’t believe that either.”

"Surprising what they'll let you get away with when you fuck them."

He laughed. “Maybe I should’ve tried that.”

Harrison looked him up and down. "With me? No thanks, mate."

“You wound me.” He said. “I’ll leave you with the boys for a bit, I’m sure they’ll give up something to think about, jog your memory. You can find some information for me.”

"Oh, no. Not them!" He rolled his eyes with a snort. "I've got something for you."

“And what’s that?”

He grinned. "You're a cunt."

Henri laughed, then his face darkened and he punched Harrison square in the nose. 

Harrison had expected a retaliation, but not so sudden. He recoiled, slightly disorientated. Blood dripped from his nose almost immediately, his lip split, too. He spat the blood out, aiming for Henri. 

"Definitely a cunt."

He stalked out, wiping the blood from his knuckles, and let this waiting men have their way with him. They didn’t hold back, teasing and mocking him as they had their fun, punches and hits landing across his ribs, his chest, his face. Something to wear him down, get him more inclined to talk to the boss.