When he gets to the jail cell, Vasquez quickly starts to think about strategy. They clearly want the money for his head alive, or maybe they want to sell him for an even higher price to someone who wants him dead. Whatever it is, they shoved him into the cell with his hands still tied, depriving him of water and the comfort of his hands being free. Lucky for him, he's got a few loose pieces of metal wire in his gun belt to help him in a jam with his guns and it's in the right place to start pushing to try and saw the rope.
Of course, the way it's going, it will take hours. He stays quiet, knowing that antagonizing his captors is a bad idea, no matter how badly he wants to do it. The last thing he needs is one of them to decide to shoot.
It's a shame Vasquez has to go and ruin it, though. He doesn't mean to piss anyone off, but after a few hours of sitting here, he complains about his throat being dry and asks for some water. Big mistake, it turns out, because the burly one enters the cell and instead of water, what Vasques gets is a new black eye that doesn't go with his colouring at all.
"So, no?"
"Not for Mexican scum like you."
Definitely a no. Vasquez didn't even manage to steal a key or a weapon off him while he'd been so helpfully mauled, which is his own fault for not being prepared. As the eye starts to swell, he settles his back against the wall and keeps working at his ropes, eyes on the door. He's telling himself that Faraday wouldn't have just taken off, that he's coming. Maybe if he keeps telling himself this, he'll even believe it.
It takes time, but then, when the guard has gone to sleep, he hears the door. Shifting to his knees while trying not to rustle, Vasquez tries to work a little harder to start tearing his bonds.
Nodding to the desk, he wants to get Faraday's attention to hope that maybe he'll see the gun that's been on the desk. He doesn't want Faraday to shoot, but he doesn't think pistolwhipping the guard into unconsciousness is such a bad idea.
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Of course, the way it's going, it will take hours. He stays quiet, knowing that antagonizing his captors is a bad idea, no matter how badly he wants to do it. The last thing he needs is one of them to decide to shoot.
It's a shame Vasquez has to go and ruin it, though. He doesn't mean to piss anyone off, but after a few hours of sitting here, he complains about his throat being dry and asks for some water. Big mistake, it turns out, because the burly one enters the cell and instead of water, what Vasques gets is a new black eye that doesn't go with his colouring at all.
"So, no?"
"Not for Mexican scum like you."
Definitely a no. Vasquez didn't even manage to steal a key or a weapon off him while he'd been so helpfully mauled, which is his own fault for not being prepared. As the eye starts to swell, he settles his back against the wall and keeps working at his ropes, eyes on the door. He's telling himself that Faraday wouldn't have just taken off, that he's coming. Maybe if he keeps telling himself this, he'll even believe it.
It takes time, but then, when the guard has gone to sleep, he hears the door. Shifting to his knees while trying not to rustle, Vasquez tries to work a little harder to start tearing his bonds.
Nodding to the desk, he wants to get Faraday's attention to hope that maybe he'll see the gun that's been on the desk. He doesn't want Faraday to shoot, but he doesn't think pistolwhipping the guard into unconsciousness is such a bad idea.