No Angel

Part 4

Strutting her way into the interrogation room with an air of sex appeal that Andy could feel from where he watched her across the office at her desk, Simba gave her best man eater smile for the prisoner.

She walked over to Matt, where he sat with a bandage over the gash Simba had put into his neck, leant against the table as close to him as possible and battered her eyelashes.

Swinging her hips and accentuating her curves wasn't Simba's usual interrogation technique but Matt had pissed her off to a whole new level of dirty tricks. In her defence though, he started it.

"So why don't you tell me a little more about why you tried to kidnap Andy Clemmensen?" she asked in a soft, gentle voice. "How about you start with who hired you to do it?"

"No," Matt answered bluntly. "And your slutty tricks aren't going to make me tell you."

Simba dropped the act as soon as he said it. That was her favourite part about this technique—when it didn't work. "Yeah, I didn't think so," she said. "How about this way then?"

Matt didn't have time to blink before Simba had her hand behind his head and brought his face to the steel table as hard as she could.

Her prisoner's head rebounded off the table and he grabbed his now bleeding nose with both hands. "You broke my nose, you bitch!"

"Hey, there's no need for name calling," she responded, standing straight and walking around the table. "I think it goes nicely with the cracked skull I already gave you, anyway. Now, you start giving me answers, or I'll break something more important than your face. How about your hands? You might get to play drums again but I hear it hurts like a bitch everytime."

Matt suddenly met Simba's eye with a surprised look.

"Runaways isn't it? The name of your band? Although I believe it was The Collective last time we met?" Simba asked. Matt gave her another surprised look. "You probably don't remember, you were at a Short Stack show, trying to promote your band, you asked me to buy you a beer because you 'forgot your ID'. I told you to take a hike of course but I remembered the name, we even started a file on you. But even with a name change, how did Miller get to you before we did?"

"What are you talking about? Who's Miller?" Matt looked confused.

"Alright, say I believe you don't know who Miller is," Simba sat down in the opposite chair and leaned back. "Who hired you to kidnap Andy Clemmensen? You're skydiving experience makes you a pretty good choice for the job."

Matt sat back and stared down Simba and she silently dared him to push her.

"I want a name," she said.

"I'm not scared of you," Matt told her slowly.

Simba didn't even respond, but merely took up his challenge by walking back around to his side of the table where she grabbed his wrist so she could twist it in an unnatural way. Matt cried out in pain.

"Do you wanna play again or not?" When Matt didn't answer, Simba pushed his wrist further until they both heard a crack.

He screamed from this new level of pain and then yelled out, "If I tell you I'm as good as dead!"