Xil Gil remit son attention à l'homme, le laissant partir. Ray s'est écroulé, il a panté, il s'est arrosé de sang entre les doigts pendant qu'il s'accrochait au visage. Le cyborg n'avait pas entendu le mouvement de Yuri.
-- Alors, permettez-moi de reformuler mon enquête. Dites-moi où l'ingénieur a été vu pour la dernière fois, ou je vous ferai lever les pieds."
Les mots "je vais te tuer". Certes, ceux qui mènent des vies difficiles entendent souvent ces paroles, mais on ne les prend guère au sens littéral. C'était différent, et pas seulement parce qu'il était paraphrasé. C'était la vérité, pure et simple. Ray s'en est rendu compte, et n'avait plus besoin de motivation.
"Ce club le 45e, le Velvet Glove. Il était là pour solliciter, la dernière fois que j'ai vu. C'est pas vrai. Je crois que tu m'as fait mal au cou. Je veux juste oublier toute cette merde et aller au lit avec une aspirine."
Xil Gil a mis Ray dans la poitrine, envoyant le cuisinier s'étaler sur son dos. Il harcela l'homme, s'accroupit sur lui, et s'approcha pour envelopper les deux mains autour de sa gorge.
"Je vais te sauver la bretelle, vieux canard. Je vais tuer ta douleur plus vite que l'aspirine. Je ne peux pas avoir les factures braquer autour quand vous parlez, et croyez-moi Monsieur Ray, je sais que vous parlerez."
Le goon britannique semblait prendre un plaisir capricieux à jouer son rôle. Probablement la seule raison pour laquelle Yuri aurait plusieurs secondes pour décider s'il voulait essayer ou non de sauver la vie de l'informateur.
Name:  Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles 
 Age:    Thirty-two 
 Sex:    Yes please 
 Gender:    Male 
 Notoriety    0 
 Appearance:    Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on. 
 Personality:    Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money. 
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
 Bio:    Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time. 
 District:    None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime. 
 Weapon(s):    Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys. 
 Armour:    Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator. 
 Cybernetics:    His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like. 
 Account Balance:    2500 creds 
Other:  Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie.