Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[KarlXII]

I'll go eye for an eye here.

Unvote: Prole
Vote: Lord Winter

[FactionHeir]

unvote: Lord Winter, vote: SwedishFish

Now now, we don't do retaliations here.

[Kralizec]

It had been over two hours since Fenring had started the interrogation, and still no confession. Most suspects broke within half an hour when submitted to some of the harsher methods, and his team of "specialists" hadn't kept anything in reserve this time. Slightly agistated, he grabbed the yellow lamp and almost shoved it in Swedishfish' face, who moved to the back of the chair to avoid the heat.
"Who are your contacts?" Fenring demanded. He had asked this question at least three times, and now Swedishfish didn't even bother to answer.
"What is your relation to the British intelligence agency?" he asked, seeking to eliminate one of his suspicions.
Hearing this new question, Swedishfish lifted his head and began to speak again.
"I dun knaw any pfeople from wesern countrith." His speech was slightly distorted because of the various drugs Fenring had tried on him. Blood dripped from his mouth, a testimony to the severe beating he had endured fifteen minutes earlier.
"Like I phaid bephowe...I'm not de peffon yawe looking forr. You Ruffians..." he was interrupted by Fenring, who had unholstered his revolver and delivered a vicious blow across the face of his prisoner. Swedishfish fell of his chair and stayed immobile on the ground, panting and spraying blood everytime he breathed out.
Fenring took a deep breath as if to speak, then hesitated. He was tired and would rather put the interrogation off till tomorrow, or put an end to all this nonsense. It was obvious that it would take a long time before they'd get any useful information out of this one - if he was the traitor. His orders from Moscow were clear enough - he had to execute anyone who the Soviet of Orgahstan labeled a traitor, leaving little room for extended interrogations.
With the revolver still in his hand he briefly considered doing the act himself, then rejected the thought. He signaled the guards to take him outside and put him out of his misery. That was the procedure, afterall- and when posted at the edge of the civilized world keeping the rules became even more important.

Begin of Night Two
Alive:
FactionHeir
Lord Winter
Sarathos
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat
makaikhaan

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish

Assassinated:
Rythmic

[Quintus.JC]

With the way this is going, everyone will get WoG soon.

[FactionHeir]

Well, then at least we know that the infiltrator is one of the active people?

[Quintus.JC]

Can I have mulitple votes, if so:

Vote: All the lurkers.

Come and join our discussion.

[Lord Winter]

Its night but I agree, come on we need more disscusion.