A black-clad man strode up to his captive with a hammer in one hand.  With the prisoner strapped to the chair, he swung the hammer in an arc, bringing it down on his big toe.  It split open like a bloody grape.

The prisoner screamed, and screamed, and screamed as he pulled against his restraints.  The prisoner wasn’t a Samruk International mercenary but rather a former informant of theirs.  His name was Kenny Rodriguez.

The man in black was a CISEN agent.  Mexican intelligence.

“We know you helped the gringos,” the CISEN agent said to Kenny.  The leather restraints held his head firmly against the back of the chair.  He was stripped naked.  The snitch began having the dry heaves as the pain overwhelmed him.