“Hgrum tu’ck eh yuh hahh ehh howf kohh.” All those wild, frantic sounds coming from his throat told me he was ready. The shaking of his hands told me that too, but it was nice to hear him say anything other that “Fuck you, main.”

“I will stop your bleeding and allow you to talk. Hell, if you want to scream one out, I’ll even let you do that. Sound good?”

A frantic nod and a couple of twitch-filled blinks gave me my answer. I released my hold on his noodle-like fingers as the same time I allowed the cells in face to relax. I tensed the skin in his jaw line to prevent any wayward streams of annoying blood. His mouth went slack at the same time his hand hit the shiny metal table. His scream rang heavily in the small room and I winced.

“Have to say, Red,” as I shook off the reverberations and studied his waxy, gray face. “I didn’t think you still had kind of kick left in you.” I smiled. “Now about those coordinates.”

“You don’ understain, main. That puto’ll kill me! He’s loco!”

“And I’ll do worse,” I nod.