You stared into the mercenaries impenetrable helmet. You don't know what he might be expressing or much less feeling right now, but it's time for answers. No more getting knocked out. No more tricks. The floor is yours now.

"My legs... I think they're broken..."

"How unfortunate. Maybe I'll fix them if you answer some questions. I was surprised at your leaders general formality, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been so nice if I hadn't been hanging around."

"This was a routine job. Ugh, What's it to you anyway?"