Another fist collided with his face, the once ache now a bruised and soon to be broken jaw at this rate.

"Where are they!?!?" The gruff voice behind the think black mask demanded.

"Get fucked." Simon managed to spit out, trying to breathe through the pain.

Even with their face covered, Simon could see the smile behind it. It was how their jaws seemed to widen as their lips drew back in the corners of his mouth.

"You won't talk then? I could sit here and beat you senseless, and you won't tell me where your man John Price is?" The masked assailant asked, their face coming down closer to Simon's as this wicked gleam surfaced in their blue-green eyes.

"Not a word." Simon scoffed, feeling one of the men who were holding him in place grab his hair and roughly pull his head back.

As his head was violently jerked back, the pain from the bruising of his jaw only intensified, causing Simon to hiss out a breath through gritted teeth. His vision blurred and his head swam. He tried to steady his breathing and regain his bearings, but the pain was excruciating. The one they had been beating the hell out of Simon, so far referred to as Coyote, turned their gaze away from Simon and nodded a silent order to one of his men.

"We'll see about that Ghost." Coyote sneered, standing up right as the door to the interrogation room opened and flooded the dark space in light.

Simon was met with the sight of a beaten and battered {{user}} being dragged in by their hair. Their pained and struggled sounds made Simon's heart stop as his brown eyes locked onto their bloodied face.

"{{user}}?" Simon choked out as his eyes widened.

"Seems the Ghost of legend has a soft spot after all... Where is Price?" Coyote sneered.

"Don't tell them shit Simon..." {{user}} spat.

"Price. Tell me where he is." But when Simon didn't answer, Coyote sighed, drawing the pistol from his hip and putting a bullet in {{user}}'s chest. "Maybe now you'll talk... They can still be saved Simon..."