Magneto had called an emergency meeting Who: Rictor, Shatterstar & The Brotherhood What: A ransom and possibly a rescue When: Thursday, Jan 6th (FORWARD DATED) Where: Brotherhood base, moving elsewhere, perhaps? Warnings: Language, mild torture, all around unpleasantness. The tape had been recorded a week ago, but there was no real difference between Rictor then and Rictor now. Some of the bruises had faded, some of the cuts healed, but new ones had already replaced them. "Cooperative" was not a word commonly associated with Julio Richter, so given his current situation, that was likely little surprise. Beyond looking beaten to hell and back, he looked exhausted, his breathing rather slow and pained, and his eyes seemed blurry and unfocused. Well, the eye that was not swollen shut seemed blurry and unfocused. Ric was finding out about the effects of long-term use of mutant power repressing serum, and they were not pretty. His balance was off, his vision went blurry at random, he was often nauseous and his head was constantly pounding. Or, you know, the pounding headache could be from the lack of sleep and rough treatment, it was kind of a tossup.
"...they say they planned to keep me here, until they realized what a stubborn bastard I am." There was a hint of pride in Ric's voice, despite the way he slumped weakly in the chair he was cuffed to. "So, now they're offering a deal. Saying they'll turn me loose if you all hand over some weapons. Good ones, they say." He paused and gave a scoffing little snicker, ignoring the way smirking irritated the split on his lip. "I told them they're loco, one beat-up beaner isn't worth all the shit they--"
Rictor did not get to finish that thought, as someone rushed on camera and brought the butt of a pistol down hard against his face. Ric's head snapped to one side, his weight followed and in the next moment, he and the chair he was tied to topped sideways onto the floor. An explosion of curses every color of the rainbow and so distinctly Rictor, since they danced gracefully between three languages, followed as the gun-toting man rushed up to the camera, glaring into it. He spoke quickly, clearly highly agitated, it seemed Ric had done a bang up job at getting under his skin. He demanded a rather large supply of guns and other weapons be delivered to a location just inside the Mexican border. His instructions detailed how to have them grouped and packaged and gave them one month to gather the items. His demands ended with a hateful glance towards the just-below-camera Ric as he muttered "If I don't kill the mother fucker before then!"
The tape had been picked up, reviewed, then promptly set up in the common area of the Brotherhood base. Magneto had called Shatterstar and any other member of the Brotherhood who was on-island for an emergency meeting so it could be reviewed and a course of action decided as a team. All in all, things did not look so very good for their missing teammate.