Like any exceptional soldier, Zero was well-trained to use anything in his environment to his advantage, including when it came to trussing up a captive and dragging him off elsewhere to beat valuable intel out of him. Especially when it came to things like that, in fact, since mercenary work wasn't just about head shots and breaking bones.
Those were the basics, but most soldiers could do the same. The ability to extract information to further the mission was the next level up.
"I don't know anything," Brent sobbed, his wheezing cries echoing around the empty warehouse. "They just paid me. That's it."
He'd woken up to find himself on smooth concrete, arms locked behind him around a column and his hands straining against the half a dozen zip-ties that Zero had picked up near the inactiv
