Kincaid squatted on his haunches in front of the battered and bloody man bound to the chair by crimped circlets of rebar, he gently (relatively speaking) slapped the man's face.
"Hey hey! No passing out now amigo!" He spat the last word, sarcasm and irony dripping from his voice. "Isn't that what you called me when we made our deal? Amigo? It doesn't matter, we're almost done here, just a few more questions."
The man groaned and spat a gob of bloody spittle onto the floor, and when his eyes found the small pile of pieces next to him, the groan turned into a moan of despair. He stared with a mixture of hatred and revulsion out of his one remaining eye, and let a hissing torrent of curses in Espanol spill forth before his fear took hold again.
"Yeah, I know buddy, it's gross isn't it? I mean, that is a pile of you. Well, it used to be you. Try not to think about it though, just focus on answering my questions and we won't need to add to the pile. Well, okay I lied, we do need to even things up. We can't have them uneven now can we?"
Kincaid produced a cigar cutter that was covered in gore and what appeared to be some kind of ground meat. He slid the longest of what apparently used to be the man's fingers into the opening of the cigar cutter, and after cocking his head sideways in an appraising look, he closed the cutter with a wet, yet somehow crunchy, snap. Another piece fell away and made a moist plop as it landed on the floor. The man screamed, and briefly the fire came back into his eyes, but only for an instant. He whimpered and said something in Spanish.
Kincaid smiled and nodded, "Yes, the computers as well. You've been very helpful so far amigo, we're nearly done. Wait one…" He leaned in and squinted at the man's remaining eye. "You've got something in your eye, let me help you."
The man's eye widened and he began to violently turn his head from side to side, however Kincaid palmed the top of his head and the movement stopped, although it was clear that the cessation hadn't been voluntary.
"Stay very still, amigo, this will only take a second." He reached for the man's eye, pinched his eyelid between his finger and thumb, and smiled. "Okay, deep breath…" With a sudden motion he yanked the eyelid from the man's face, and dropped it onto the pile.
This time the man simply whimpered as blood streamed into his eye, his body was wracked with sobs now as his shoulders slumped and he began to spill his remaining secrets.
"Come on now…no tears amigo. What did you think was gonna happen?" His voice went from the soothing voice of a friend to whipcrack harshness. "Did you think I'd just let you fuck me like one of your dumb sluts? Like your daughter?" He took a calming breath and he regained control of his voice again. "Let's put a pin in that for a moment, we'll get back to Elena, because I'm going to have some fun with her when I find her, but let's finish with the accounts and your stash first. I want to know where you've hidden your numbers nerd, and where you've stuck the good stuff, the stuff you kept for yourself."
From somewhere, the man managed to summon up a final bit of backbone when confronted with threats to his child. He bared the broken and splintered remains of his bloody teeth, and spat a gob of lumpy spittle onto Kincaid's face.
Kincaid recoiled with a growl "You stupid fucking beaner piece of shit!" He wiped the spit away and reached for the man's hands, casually unbending the rebar and taking an appraising look at them. "Seems like we've run out of fingers, amigo. But it's cool. For that little spit stunt, we're gonna take the toes too." He bent the rebar back into place and took the cigar cutter to the man's squirming toes. The man screamed in pain and despair as a series of wet and crunchy snaps followed, and the man began to talk again, visibly desperate to provide the information.
"There we go amigo, I knew you had it in you. And look, you still have three of those crusty little piggies left!" Another wet and crunchy snap. "Well … two. I'm not a fan of odd numbers". He smiled and patted the man on his head as he sobbed. "It's ok. I'm going to go run down this information, and if you've lied to me …", He sucked air through his teeth. "I'm going to cut every piece I can think of cutting off of your daughter's tasty ass before I fuck her to death. Capisce? Or I guess I should say comprende? Amigo?" The only response from the broken man was sobs, but he managed a very small nod.
Kincaid flashed a chilling smile and turned to what used to be the man's bodyguards.
"Go bring me the accountant, I'm going to check out this dumb fuck's stash." His eyes hardened and narrowed. "And don't dally, it's time we finished up here and got back to the world. You don't want to be an amigo like him, do you?"
The guards saluted enthusiastically and literally ran to complete the errand.
Kincaid turned to the man's desk and took a pen from the drawer and scribbled something on a bloody sheet of paper. He withdrew a knitting needle and held it up so that the man could see it.
"I don't know who the old bag was that was knitting upstairs, but she's not gonna need this anymore, and it's perfect to turn this" and he held up the sheet of paper "into a sticky note!"
He placed the note on the man's chest, and then wove the tip of the needle through the skin of his chest several times, like pinning a note to a toddler. The man didn't even scream this time.
"Sic Semper Proditur, you fucking asshole. Do you know what that means? Of course you don't, latin is a language for smart people, and you're obviously" he leaned down until they were nose-to-nose, (well nose-to-bloody-hole-in-his-face) and screamed at him "the DUMBEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THE PLANET."
He turned to another of the guards. "Take me to the bunkhouse so I can verify the contents of his stash, the rest of you sweep this place and make sure nobody here is still breathing except that piece of shit" He thumbed toward the man. "I want to have everything loaded and ready to go when they get back with the nerd."
He smiled inwardly. This had gone well, he had disabled the security cameras with an EMP, doubled down on the recorded footage to erase it, and he now had it all, but there were still a few people he needed to "visit", namely el presidente and that little slut Elena, but the night was still young. He had to get it done and get back in time for the next super-bounty…
If they caught that green chick, he intended to put a dent in her cherry before they turned her over to Savant, that was some tasty-looking Captain Kirk shit right there.