Better Conditions for Demand

Of course, it will not be like the conversation we just had, as I will be the one demanding thing instead of her. In contrast, she will have no choice but to concede to my demands.

"But I doubt you will like this conversation very much," I comment as I take out a flashlight and toss it down the hole. I take out another one for myself along with a shovel. "I ask, and you will answer. And if I don't like something, this will slowly become your grave. Ever get buried alive before? You're going to experience it right now."

I shovel some dirt and dump it into the hole just to make a point. In response, flames erupt out of the hole, attempting to burn me. Heh.

"I will kill you for this!" the Major calls out as she realizes doing that is stupid. Her flames just depleted a lot of oxygen in the air, especially at her much lower position. Both physically and metaphorically.

"I question your capability in that, Major, and you should talk less, as your little ill-thought action just take a chunk of our time together down here," I tell her and shove a bit more dirt into the hole, causing her to scream out in frustration.

"If you want to see how handsome I am, you could have just asked nicely. Somewhere private. Instead of what you just did," I tell the Major, causing her growls in annoyance. "Alright, first question, Major, and do try to answer honestly. Anything broken?"

The Major takes a moment to response. "One of my legs. Thanks to you."

"No. No. Major. Do not twist the truth. It is thanks to your little stunt, and you should be glad that I'd not decided to kill you outright for that. Next time, I will not be so lenience and thoughtful," I response and start to hear some men screams above ground. "Looks like your men are trying to get to you, but it will be a few hours for them to do so even if they have the tools. Alright. Next question, and just like before, try to be honest."

I allow her a moment to fully understand the seriousness of the situation. She seems to, at least from her silence. "What are your three sizes? It is hard to tell since you are packing so many things on your person."

"You bastard!" the Major calls out.

"Hmm… I was expecting three numbers instead of two words. Please answer properly, Major," I inform her with a serious tone of voice. "And I will know if you are lying."

"Its…" the Major decides to tell me, as it is really nothing to be embarrassed about. While I don't really know her exact measurement, the numbers she just gave me seems reasonable enough.

"See? That isn't so hard," I response and take out a Healing Potion I have concocted for her previously, when she was suffering from the rabies virus. It can fix her legs, but it would not be quick enough due to broken bones. I will need to purify it a little, making the effect stronger.

"Alright, next question. Don't waste your breath on anything irrelevant, Major. The sooner I get what I want, the sooner you get to get out of the hole," I tell her while drawing up a Runic Furnace. A small one since there is really no room to place a huge one.

I could make room with the Inventory, but I might cause a cave in since I am not a Dungeon Designer or similar. It is also unnecessary. "What kind of items are you wearing underneath your uniform?"