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After a while of joking around and filling his stomach in the mess hall, Buck went down to see Ortega for her report on Fucker. "So, how was the patient?" he asked as he sat down beside her in the currently vacant medical tent. "Well, he wasn't much of a talker, but he wasn't much for cooperation either. I had Wilson take him down to his cell. Do you have any plans for the prisoner?" Buck couldn't help but grin for a moment before he answered her. "Well... Provided he doesn't just up and immediately talk, we have a day of torture planned for him. Of course, either you or Madeline will have to keep watch to make sure he doesn't just fall over dead." At the mention of having to provide supervision, Ortega's frowned. "Buck, you know I don't like violence, I signed on as a doctor to take care of people. Madeline will have to do it." Buck simply nodded and gave her a pat on the back as he stood up to leave. "Alright then, I'll go find her and let her know." with that, he walked out of the medical tent.