Your men are taking prisoners. You love this job. You have them line up six men with their arms bound tightly behind their backs. You demand to know answers to things these low life's would not actually be likely to know. That's o k you are just having fun with your new property. You slap them, punch them when they don't tell you what you demand to know. You shoot one of them in the face point blank with the others watching in horror. You can smell their fear and its a drug for you. A high.