River kicked at Marco’s jaw again.

Marco groaned, slowly coming to as River towered over him, eyes cold as ice. Blood trickled from the traitor’s broken nose, pooling on the grimy concrete. River seized the front of Marco’s shirt, hauling him up to stare directly into those dazed, fearful eyes.

“Start talking,” River growled through clenched teeth. “I want to know everything about Alexander Torres and his operation. Now.”

Marco coughed, crimson spattering his lips. “I’ll ...