Struggle all you want. You won’t escape./ Kidnapping/ McCree and Maximilien

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Mentioned established McHanzo, dickstepping

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“Struggle all you want. You won’t escape, Mr. McCree.” Maximilien checked his internal clock, 0117, the night hardly begun but after the spectacle the cowboy had caused business would not start back up again until tomorrow. His schedule just become uncharacteristically empty. “As difficult as I am sure showering was for you it takes more than a fresh shave and a suit to trick me.” At least it was a well tailored suit, though the fabric was already being frayed and ripped as … Akande’s guest struggled with the reenforced wires pinning his arms to his sides.

“Howdy, Maxy-”

“Maximilien.”

“-don’t suppose you’d tell me if Hanzo was here?” The human was grinning, as if he was charming.

“Normally I would not waste my time with Mr. Ogundimu’s trash, though in favor of avoiding any future conversation I can confirm your assumption.” Maximilien pulled out the com he kept specifically for contacting his work associates, it was archaic but anything was better than allowing that hacker easy access to his system. After sending a quick message for Akande’s team to come clean up their mess he refocused on the cowboy.

“-and I’ll just be getting out of your hair, Maxy.” He’d missed most of the little speech, not that it mattered his answer was not up to him.

“Non.”

“Come on now-”

“Are you ever quiet?”

“Only when my sugar is treating me real nice.”

“How crude.” Maximilien hated getting the talkative ones, his expertise was in finances not dealing with hostages. “I’ve found there are many ways to shut a human up.” He moved a foot over the crotch of his hostages pants, clear and concise threats would work best. “Now do us both a favor and stay quiet until Mr. Ogundimu gets… here…” The sensors for his foot picked up an… abnormality. Where there should be soft sensitive genitalia he was met with something hard, and hot.

“Are you going to treat me real nice, Sugar?”