Adam's weak body shivered. Drops of sweat kept falling down, from the tip of his nose at the stained cardboard on the rugged basement floor.

So that was the end? After infinite sneaking around, unfair duels that he had won and countless bullets fired, he became a private toy for this...

He took another heavy and uneaven breath. It made hard to breath hanging on your hands bent, with elbows pointing the celling, making him a grotesque puppet. Even though the first class metal-carbon arms were used to much strain, this endless torure made the even material tired and losing its electric potential. Adam's brain, so closely accepted the new arms by now, that it started developing waves of pain, as if the artificial limbs were the real ones. His own... that was not a phantom pain, not like this...

He felt a kind of a pull. He grumped, someone laughed quietly. A man just next to him, his scanning implant could barely work in these circumstances... he's been hanging on these chains forever.

Drip.

Another drop of sweat went down.

„So... gweizai, how are you hanging on there?" A foreign accent bursted with laugh, as Jensen squinted with hurt arising because his panicked brain recieved new, too sharp stimuli.

„Oh, I'm sure you're going enjoy our ride... we're not done..." Added falsely soft tone.

Jensen felt something metallic cold touching his chin, even his badly groomed beard couldn't protect him from this touch. He clenched his teeth, remembering what had happened last time he experienced that sensation. Pain happened, lots of pain, as if something was burning from the inside all of his artificial circuitry.

„Gwailo! Look at me!"

Strong hand pulled his hair. Adam moaned quetly. His drained, main system battery made one last pathetic try to cover his eyes from the powerful light that appeared in the host's vision. Right eye cover jerked down and immediatelly hid when the head got pulled again.

„Ugh..." All the sound Adam was capable of, trying to reason with his hangman.

„What? You wanted to say something?" the man in front of him lowered. An angry face showed up in frot of Adam's. Gwailo opened his mouth slightly surprised, as he though all this time, that his torturer was someone else... he couldn't recognize this man here...

Jensen tried to lick his own lip, he wanted to say something. It tasted salty as electrolite.

„What are you trying to do, bakgwei?! Spit on me?"

„N-no..." Whispered Adam, now scared how weak and miserable his voice sounded. One sharp though told him that he probably got broken already, by these modern tortures...

„I just wanted to... tell you that..." Another random noise in his brain glitched out, and Adam screamed.

Another cackle echoed inside slightly porous, concrete walls.

Adam's back bent abruptly as an electrified whip cracked his battered skin again. He could not remember how many times it happened before.

„That what I thought, bakgwei! Be happy you're still holding these precious hands of yours! I'm a very pateint man. We're very generous... for now."

Adam tried to raise his head in an unbearable effort, to see, to evaluate the situation again...

There must be a way... he's still in one piece!

White Devil's body chocked on its breath. He saw some darkened space, the light got dim... with a figure of that man standing in it. He was holding the… pain... device – Adam correted his thought. On the right there was a countur like a table, a chair, posible a man with a gun, shotgun. They were still afraid he can break lose? Jensen's lips would form a smirk, if not the pain.

A door? Some rubbish on the left? The door, the door seem to be in the back. His steps always sounded from the back!

Adam's head limped down, he was exhausted. There was no way he could escape. His only hope- ceramic blades, were dead, safely resting inside of his forearms.

These knackers were either so confident about the torture's efficiency or they paralysed his all augumentations with an overkill... by accident...

„You see, Adam, we are patient until... we get impatient..." Said much more vicious voice... A strangely familiar one. Adam's hurting figure shivered. „So you better tell us what you know... no one held on so long as you. Normally, your... very precious limbs would get rejected by your howling brain... how about now?"

Adam gasped.

„Aaaaarrrrrgh!" A primal, almost inhuman scream of pain tore the dark room.

A sudden stream of light, that's all what he registered while jittering together with metal and carbon twisting inside of his body. Trying to get out, trying to compensate for flames raging in his arms, in his tighs, in his skull, burning down the eyes.

Gunshot.

It stopped.

„Jesus Christ! What- who is that?" Adam's brain registerd muffled voices. Some were shouting in Chinese, but a few other's were clearly English... American.

„Is he alive!?"

„Yes!"