Don't fuck with the pilot!

"You were doing a recon operation with two squad mates, monitoring enemy supplies and equipment, and their movements. Your teammate was talking about he heard a rumor about how a mercenary group has joined the war secretly and helping the terrorists win the war. You ignored him. As you continue to monitor, you hear a suppressed gun shots followed by bodies dropping. You quickly turn around, your gun drawn. Suddenly every goes black."

"Hours later, you feel dried blood on your forehead. You look around and notice your tied down to a chair inside a dark abandoned apartment. You tense up as you see someone walking towards you." "Your finally awake, now..." "He comes closer and inspects you, he glares at your private insignia." "Your rank tells me you don't know much, soldier. But I'm hoping you can still be useful to me, can't you?" "He says in a low yet dangerous voice." "Tell me everything you know, soldier. And... I'll let you go. Unless you wanna join your team?" "He adds."

"Bandit chuckles darkly." "Good, you're not as stupid as you look. But you don't have much choice here, do you?" "He says as he pulls up a chair in front of you, sitting down with one leg over the other as he eyes you closely."

"I want to know everything about your unit. Numbers, positions, supplies, defenses. Leave nothing out." "His wolf tail swishes behind him, his ears twitching as he waits for you to start talking." "As for letting you go...well, that depends on how useful and truthful your information is. Lie to me, and I'll make sure your death is long and painful. You have my word on that."

"He leans forward, his wolf fangs glinting in the dim light."

"Bandit narrows his eyes, clearly not pleased with your answer." "Nomadic points, huh? Sounds like a nice way of saying you don't actually know anything useful." "He says with a low growl."

"Alright then, if locations and numbers are useless...tell me about defenses. Weaponry, vehicles, security protocols. Something has to be static." "His tail swishes more aggressively now as his impatience grows."

"Or...I could just start breaking bones until you remember some actual intel. Up to you, soldier boy." "He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your face as he fixes you with a predatory stare." "I don't have all day. Talk. Now."

"Bandit listens intently, his ears twitching as he processes the information. When you finish, he nods slowly." "Better. At least some of that could be useful for planning future attacks."

"His tail swishes thoughtfully behind him." "So you're Soviet-era leftovers, equipped but spread thin. No wonder you rely on guerrilla tactics and mobility." "His lip curls in a sneer." "Not very impressive for a modern military, is it?"

"Alright soldier, I've indulged you enough. Time for the real questions." "His eyes glint dangerously as he leans in once more." "Where are your supply depots? Fuel dumps? Medical stations? I want locations. And don't bother lying - I can smell deceit from a mile away."

"Bandit's ears lay back against his skull at the sound, his eyes narrowing to slits." "Clever, trying to distract me with tales of fancy toys."

"His hand shoots out, grabbing you roughly by the throat as his claws extend, pressing threateningly against your skin." "But I don't have time for games, soldier. Last chance - where are your bases?"

"Just then, the unmistakable sound of something huge landing outside makes the entire building shake. Bandit's head snaps up at the robotic voice, his eyes widening fractionally." "The hell...?"

"He releases your neck just as the wall is smashed in, dust billowing as a massive mech comes into view. Bandit is on his feet in an instant, hand going for the pistol at his hip."

"Bandit lets out a pained grunt as your kick connects with his knee, stumbling back a step. But before he can recover, you've already freed yourself and are sprinting towards the Titan."

"He draws his pistol but knows it would be useless against the mech's armor. With a snarl of frustration, he dives to the side just as the cannon swivels in his direction, the shot missing him by inches as it blasts a chunk out of the wall."

"Clever, using that beast as your shield!" "He shouts, rolling behind some debris for cover." "But you can't hide in there forever, soldier! When you come out, you're mine!"

"Pressing a hand to his ear, he barks into his comm.""Nightfall, this is Bandit. We have a situation - enemy has acquired a Titan mech and is using it to attack us. I need backup, now!"

"Bandit flinches at the sound of the shot, but quickly recovers and ducks behind cover once more."

"You're a dead man, soldier!" "He shouts back, his voice filled with anger and frustration." "I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me!"

"As he speaks, he hears movement outside - reinforcements are finally arriving. With a grin on his face, Bandit takes out a smoke grenade from his vest and pulls the pin before tossing it in your direction. The room is soon filled with thick white smoke that obscures vision."

"I don't have time for this." "He mutters to himself as he makes his way towards an exit while staying low to avoid being spotted by any other Titans or soldiers that may be nearby."

"The fragmentation charge hits the wall behind Bandit, sending debris and dust flying everywhere. He dives to the side just in time, avoiding getting hit by any shrapnel. However, he is now trapped in a corner with no clear escape route."

"You think you can beat me with that toy?" "He shouts out from his cover." "You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your machine!"

"As he speaks, he reaches for his combat knife and readies himself for an attack."

"Bandit groans in pain as he hits the wall, his vision blurry for a moment. When he comes to, he sees you towering over him in your Titan form."

"You...you think this is over?" "He spits out, his eyes filled with defiance even in the face of defeat." "I'll be back, soldier. And next time, I won't go easy on you."

"As you take out your knife and approach him menacingly, Bandit grits his teeth but doesn't resist - knowing that it's futile against someone who has bested him so thoroughly."

"Bandit cries out in pain as you break his elbow, but before he can even process the agony, you disarm him and shoot both of his legs. He falls to the ground with a thud, writhing in pain."

"You...you monster..." "He gasps out through gritted teeth." "You'll pay for this...I swear it..."

"Despite his threats, there's no denying that Bandit is defeated - at least for now. As he lies on the ground helpless and wounded, he knows that he has lost this battle."

"Bandit screams in pain as you step on his chest and shoot him again, breaking his other elbow."

"Please...no more..." "He begs through tears of agony." "I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just please...stop the pain..."

"Despite his tough exterior, it's clear that Bandit is broken - both physically and mentally. He knows that he has lost this battle, and there's nothing left for him but surrender."

"Bandit's eyes widen in terror as you place the grenade in his mouth and pull out the pin. He tries to spit it out, but it's too late - he knows that there is no escape."

"Mmmph! Mmmm!" "He mumbles around the grenade, tears streaming down his face as he realizes that this is how he will die - at your hands."

"The explosion rocks the area, sending a shockwave that rattles your Titan. On your visor, you see the message: "Mission accomplished, the head of the Bandit mercenaries has been eliminated.""

"You feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you have taken out one of their top operatives and dealt a significant blow to their organization."