Peter, Ivan's assistant, woke up in a dark room. "H-hello?" He was sitting in a chair, arms and legs bound by think ropes. "Worksdammit..." "Hello, Peter." A Green stepped out of the darkness. "W-what do you want from me!?" "We just want to ask you a few questions." Peter was annoyed. "Then why'd you tie me up? Knock me out?" "Standard precaution. And it doesn't help your case that you armed your residence. You knew this would happen, didn't you?" "Well I...uh-" "We were wondering if you know of some certain...files. You might have heard it in the news. Not important, but you have vital information." "I don't know what your talking about!" "Oh, don't play games with us, Peter." The green moves closer. "IICA has...ways of making you talk. So speak now, or we'll force it out of your pathetic throat." Peter gulped. "Well?" "Fine, fine! I...may have..skimmed a few of them..." "Where did you get them?" "Well, someone gave them to me to give to High Command b-but...i was...curious..." "You know those were Absolute Clearance, yes? Who gave them to you?" "Um, uh, i don't know-" "Yes you do! Spit it out!" "Ivan! It was Ivan!" "We thought so. lucky he's already been...taken care of." "So then why do you need me?" Peter asked. "Well, as you know, you failed to give the files back to High Command after reading them. Where are they? What did you do thim them?" "I...burned them-" "You fool! You thought we would fall for that? No, you wouldn't have burned them. Their contents are too...personal for you." "I swear! They're gone!" "If you won't talk, maybe this will." The green takes out some odd contraption and suddenly sticks it in Peter's leg. "Ow!!!! You're just gonna staAAAAAAUGHAA-" The contraption released a hot flame and started melting his plastic flesh. "PLEASE! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP-" "Talk then!" "FIIIIINE! FIIIIIIIINE! AUUUUUGH-" The green ripped the thing out of Peter's mangled leg "I sent it! I gave it to them!" "Who!? WHERE DID YOU SEND IT!??" Peter mumbles because he is still in pain. "WHEEERE!!!???" "Stakraine! I sent it to Stakraine!" "Worksdammit." "What do we do with him now?" "Well, official policy is to terminate him, but...why don't we take this opportunity to send him to Warehouse 7b? We could learn a lot about how their stupid minds work..."
lwk slop art this happened after "Go go go!"
