Warning: SCARY Sally and Noin, yuri, mega gory-ness, Quatre in a coma, err...
Note: For GW500's "duct tape."
"Okay. Let's try this one more time, Mr. Speedo..."
"Spreedo."
Noin kicked him in the balls and grinned wickedly as he crumpled to the ground. Sally hummed appreciatively behind her, so Noin kicked him again just for the hell of it. He groaned, and she felt elated. She liked it when Sally was pleased with her. "Right," she muttered darkly, encircling her prey. "Spreedo."
Three months ago, Quatre was attacked by a cult on his way to work. The blond, being no ordinary CEO, had managed to take down three of them before the fourth hit him over the head with a shovel and almost beat him to death. He was put into a coma, and he'd been out ever since.
The other gundam pilots were furious, but they were kept off mission because it was too personal. Not that it hadn't stopped them, but Sally and Noin got the official job, and therefore the clearance to hunt the bastards down by any means necessary and smoke their asses. They were eager for it. They traced the cult back to a dumpy L3 colony, and Mr. Speedo--Spreedo--here, was one of the big wigs behind the whole attack. He wasn't the one that put Quatre into a coma, no, but it was good enough. Now that they'd found him, they wanted a confession, and Spreedo wasn't giving very much away. So far.
Noin clicked her heals and tapped her chin, tipping her head to the side. She considered him for a few seconds--he was average build, kind of slow, pretty stupid. Surely even he was smart enough to know when he was completely screwed? Why not confess and save everyone the trouble?
She kicked him again, and the breath was driven out of him. He started wheezing and then laughed roughly, wiping his mouth with the back of hand. There was blood. His voice was shaken. "Kick me all you want, you fucking bitch, but you ain't gonna get anything from me!"
Sally tapped her shoulder, and whispered into her ear. "Let me take over, Noin. Please..."
Noin smirked, but glanced down at the man with an odd kind of pity. "I may be a bitch, but I'm not much of a sadist," she said. She waved casually behind her to Sally, and Sally must have done something, because the man paled slightly. "She is."
"I told you, you fuckin whore, I don't--"
"You don't want Sally to take over, Mr. Speedo. She has a medical degree and she intends to use every inch of it."
"Spreedo."
"Right," she said, with another wave of her hand. "Last chance. Talk to me."
"Fuck you!"
Noin stepped aside. "He's all yours, Sally baby."
Sally pulled out a roll of duct tape from her pocket. The man gave her a look of complete confusion before she said only, "Hold him down, Noin."
Noin kicked him again in the groin, and then put him in a strangle hold. The man's gaze went horribly wide as Sally bent down with a long strip of the tape, hovering right over his eyes.
"I hope you don't mind being blind, Mr. Speedo," Noin said.
Sally nodded, pressing the tape over his eyes, making sure to get in the crevices as he struggled violently. She pulled end of it slightly to get a good grip, and then asked him kindly, "Do you have anything to say, Mr. Spreedo?"
"No..."
"Very well. We'll find other contacts then."
She pulled the tape away with a sickening rip of the skin.