Salt in the Wound [Open Frequency]

[Yoshi]

*A voice with a thick and broken-worded, yet peppy, Japanese accent comes over the radio*

"Oi! Logan! You... remember… ME?! Haha! Yes! How is… your… your... leg? Leg! Ha! Burn! Oops… It did… did… not… it?"

*A little bit of giggling can be heard between the transmissions*

"And... your… arm? Too? No? I hope… you… I hope you… are… OKAY. I… would… like… to see… you… AGAIN!"

*A distinct burst of laughter crackles over the radio as the volume turns the sound into static*

"More... suffer! More... Pain! Fun! HA! Goodbye!"

*The static and laughter continue until the transmission stops.*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan sits in his chair, holding his radio in his hand, visibly shaking with rage. This man... who bought him... for the soul purpose to torture him... was now taunting him on the radio. Logan could feel his blood almost boil listening to the man mock him about his burns, like it was some game to him. Logan presses down on the talk button as his hand shakes violently.*

"You... I remember you.... The God damn, mother fucker who FUCKING BOUGHT ME AS A SLAVE, JUST TO GOD DAMN TORTURE ME! My arm... and leg... are fine. Still scarred from what you did to me... Now... I'll say this... We will meet again... and when we do... You will experience pain... I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I FELT AND MUCH MORE! YOU BETTER HOPE TO FUCKING CHRIST THAT I KILL YOU WHEN I'M DONE WITH, YOU GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER!...."

*Logan lets go of the talk button as he sits there, breathing heavily. He let his anger get the best of him, and this may end badly for him. But he meant every word of it. He just had to wait till he got his chance.*

[Devigor]

*Logan sits in his chair, holding his radio in his hand, visibly shaking with rage. This man... who bought him... for the soul purpose to torture him... was now taunting him on the radio. Logan could feel his blood almost boil listening to the man mock him about his burns, like it was some game to him. Logan presses down on the talk button as his hand shakes violently.*

"You... I remember you.... The God damn, mother fucker who FUCKING BOUGHT ME AS A SLAVE, JUST TO GOD DAMN TORTURE ME! My arm... and leg... are fine. Still scarred from what you did to me... Now... I'll say this... We will meet again... and when we do... You will experience pain... I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I FELT AND MUCH MORE! YOU BETTER HOPE TO FUCKING CHRIST THAT I KILL YOU WHEN I'M DONE WITH, YOU GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER!...."

*Logan lets go of the talk button as he sits there, breathing heavily. He let his anger get the best of him, and this may end badly for him. But he meant every word of it. He just had to wait till he got his chance.*

*putting away his emptied revolver, Nick rests back and listens, hearing only parts of it through static on his end, and then the last few sentences clearly*

"Holy fuck... Just... Damn..."

*after a few seconds, something in his memory clicks*

"Wait a second... You... No way!"

*he goes silent, struck dumb by a sudden realization*

[Ronan]

*Sean clicks on his radio to the sound of the delightful insanity*

"Well, this is... interesting. You boys certainly do need to.. sort things out. Maybe a fight to the death? Just a suggestion.

*He sets down his Radio, laughing like a maniac as the transmission fades away*