A thought briefly flits its way across Ace's mind. What if Doc decides not to doctor the comm call? That's the last thing I need. He doesn't see a lot of options, though, and waits for the call to be connected. When Nately junior's face comes live, Ace begins speaking.
"We would have rather kept you out of this. I'm sure your father feels the same way. But here's the deal, Junior. We need your father, and your mother, and it's for something that only they can provide. If we wanted them dead, they would already be dead." Ace flexes the cyber spurs from his hand, and retracts them in one fluid motion. "If you go to the authorities, I will personally take them apart piece-by-piece, and I'm going to start with your mother, so Mr. Edward J. Nately II can watch his beloved become less and less of herself as I work. If you contact Nately Enterprises, or any other corporate entity, I will do the same. If you contact your brothers. . .well, I think you know where I'm going now, don't you?"
Ace nods his head to Ohanzee. "This one insists that you will be reasonable, that there is no need for bloodshed here. So far, my compatriots have agreed with him. But I gotta tell you, I've been itching, and while they've held me at bay so far, I can be very persuasive if given the chance."
Ace motions for Doc to pan the camera to show Mr. and Mrs. Nately. "As you can see, they are quite alive, and given some time, they will be back to skiing and enjoying all that the PCC has to offer. Speaking of which, I know your father is quite fond of the slopes. Now, do I need to take off his big toe for you to know that I'm serious? I've been told that losing that particular digit is just hell on your balance. They'd have to take his whole foot to bring him back to working order." Ace extends his cyber spur once more, and carefully cuts the leather of Mr. Nately's shoe, splitting it from the top to toe. Then he cuts away Mr. Nately's sock. "What do you think, Junior? Can you keep your trap shut, or do I need to go to work?"