9 from the recent prompt list sounds interesting ^^
u are a godsend i just…. had a hell night… like… satan personally oversaw my night…. thank you for making me think about scott n reyes
#9: I have a sour tooth because I prefer things with a little kick (And more prompts)
Reyes’s salarian friend was definitely barking up the wrong tree, but there was no doubt he could pack a punch. The first three times had surprised Scott, but it’d gotten a bit old after the anxious salarian had busted his lip. Maybe even cracked a tooth. Lexi could fix it, probably, but… It still chafed.
He wrung his hands and shifted, eyes darting around the room before resting angrily on Scott. Again. God, that was so annoying.
“Tell me where Reyes keeps his stuff. How he finds it,” the alien demanded, and not for the first time.
Scott sighed and let his head fall back against the metal chair he’d been tied to. He said for the hundredth time, “I wouldn’t even if I could. Beating me won’t change that.” He grinned, bloody and still a bit dazed from the last punch. “Reyes is gonna kill you when he finds me. Anytime now…”
He said it mostly to comfort himself. It’d been hours since he’d woken up in the compound, but still no sign of Reyes. He couldn’t believe the jumpy salarian in front of him was capable of hiding from Reyes. Or even the Initiative.
Scott hated to play Devil’s advocate, but he had to wonder why he was still tied to a chair if that were the case.
The salarian seemed to think the same. He smiled, a dark smile that revealed nasty, jagged, teeth. “I’ve got my men watching him. Reyes isn’t looking for you, Ryder. And he won’t find you if he does. My signal is hidden under several layers of rerouting code and dead end nav-points.”
Scott grunted, spit some blood at the salarian’s feet, and nodded. “Guess it would have been easier if I’d been kidnapped by a krogan.”
The salarian dipped his head in acknowledgement, then clucked his tongue and waved a finger. “Speaking of which, I suppose it’d be more productive if you were questioned by a krogan. I understand my species isn’t exactly physically threatening. I’ll find out Vidal’s secrets. His time on his throne is over.”
“Aw, no. Not at all. You pack a decent punch.” Scott reassured the man, surprised not to feel a bit worried at the prospect of a krogan taking the salarian’s place. “Must be why you’re so fucking stupid though, thinking you can take Reyes down. All brawn and no brain. Did you hear what I did to his ex?”
That pissed the fucker off and earned Scott another sound punch to the face. He thought he heard something crack, maybe his nose, but his entire face was just a big ball of pain, the addition wasn’t entirely world changing.
“Zia didn’t have the intelligence to lessen the threat. I highly doubt you can pull a repeat tied head to toe to a chair. And killing Reyes makes little difference, it’s his sources that matter…”
The salarian’s rambling explanation and justification would make no difference- Scott couldn’t tell them how Reyes did his business. Just because he was on slightly more than friendly, and occasionally sexual, terms with Reyes didn’t mean he knew his business. Nor did he want to know. Illegal activities kind of went against the whole… Pathfinder slash Initiative deal.
Reyes had told him the less he knew the better. Scott had no problem agreeing, figuring Reyes’s reasoning had come from a desire to keep Scott’s conscience guilt free if he were ever asked. Now, Scott had to wonder if it was because of the potential of a situation just like this.
Reyes would have assumed Scott would crack under the pressure. Unfortunately, Scott didn’t give easily to brute force. He liked requests for information made nicely, with a please, and maybe with some credits. If he had the information. He rarely did.
It also stung a bit. Realizing Reyes likely didn’t trust him as much as Scott would like.