[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth moved to the front of the boat and started tying weights to the corpse's feet. All aboard, no time to lose.

[Volker]

bnc starts the engine. As soon as everybody is boarded, she drives off with them.

"Do you guys have any hideout? Or shall we return to HQs?"

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov glanced to the bodies, one dead and one not, before looking to the others.  "Gear with us or no, but all need going boat.  Faster exit. bnc, trusting with handling of our vehicles back to home, yeah?"

Without another word, the troll picked up both bodies and whatever else he could carry, trying not to spill any more blood before hopping on the boat.

And hoping that it could support his weight...

Once away, he shrugged a little.  "have no idea where to pursue, but interrogating requires secure place for us.  Judgment call"

[SquirrelDude]

"We're not going back to the HQ, yet."

Slobbertooth reflected on any place he knew where it would be possible to interview their guest without being interrupted. It wouldn't be a good neighborhood, but that would probably be preferable when it came to disposing the body.

[spoiler]Sprawl Life: 9d6t5 1[/spoiler]

Before throwing the corpse over the side of the boat, he looked over both men's tattoos to see if he found anything identifiable.

[spoiler]Human Supremacist Groups: 9d6t5 5

I know that it probably isn't related, but when you've got two human skinheads with tattoos, you might as well do your due dilligence. [/spoiler]

[Jack_Spade]

[spoiler]
The harbor has loads of derelict buildings and/or containers that could be used as an interrogation place.
You yourself have already visited two on your previous runs. It's no problem to find one that is free.

Regarding tattoos:
Both show the insignia of NAN army soldiers - not one of the prestigious regiments. Likewise, the prison tattoos show that they were a member of an native american prison group.
Krestov's knowledge tells him, that those two are most likely mercenaries. They were disciplined enough to be punctual, but not nearly experienced enough to be subtle about it. The gear they sport is most definitely not there own, but brand new stuff they were lend for this endeavor.
[/spoiler]

[Volker]

"Sure. For this, the autopilot will totally do. I'll check every now and then anyway."
Once that is settled, bnc drives the boat to the harbor, where we enter our safeplace. After a short check that everything is all right, she deactivates potential security cameras and nods then to the team. "There we goy, boys. This is your terrain now. I s'pose I'm not of much help here ... Torturing really isn't a strength of mine."

She positions herself a bit apart from the team. She doesn't really want to see the mess, or hear it.

[SquirrelDude]

Don't stray too far, bnc.

Slobbertooth finds a crate for the unconscious mercenary to sit on, and a couple of chairs for the rest of the team.

Slobbertooth takes a chair for himself, puts it behind the ones for Krestov and Torrent, and takes a seat. He begins to deliberately reload his revolver with standard revolver ammunition. "I'll leave this conversation to you boys."

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth tapped Krestov on the shoulder.

"Hello! Special K! Anybody home?

[SgtBoomCloud]

It seemed the troll had slipped into one of his bouts of reverie again.  Either that or his mind just didn't work in the same fast gear as most. Depends on who is being asked, he guessed.  Either way, he was standing with the mercenary's rifle in his hands, studying it.  "hmm."  he grunted out his response before nodding, removing his helmet and take the seat, rifle across his lap.  "Apologies.  Is subject awaken?"  he would study the man intently, calming himself and recalling his memories and training before he would begin, activating his pheromones as standard protocol.

[Jack_Spade]

Only the man's eyes moved in his paralysed state while his breathing was flat and a bit panicky. Krestov could tell from his reaction that the man did understand him and the situation he was in very well indeed.

Torrent guessed that the man would be this way for ten more minutes.

[Sabato Kuroi]

Τhe ballistic  mask distorted Torrent's voice when he addressed the prisoner.


"You have ten minutes to consider your options : Option A is answering my friend's questions with sincerity. Option B ...you don't really want to know what option B is."

[Jack_Spade]

Finally the muscles relaxed enough for the man to speak - haltingly and slurred but understandable:
"Hey - this was nothing personal. It was just a job. Yes, we were paid to kill the old bastard, but this asshole had it coming. Got me and Tony booked for five years. Totally trumped up charges - ruined my life just for a bit of dealing. It's not like I really hurt anyone."

Asked after the person behind the hit he replied:
"I don't know the guy. It's an elf with an eye-patch. Walked up to us in that bar - Rotgut - we both like to hang around. Knew a whole lot about me and Tony, especially that we both got caught by Wilcox. Offered us both three grand and some cool gear and a bit of Jazz if we'd take care of him this afternoon. What was I supposed to say to an offer like that? The stuff was all in the boat waiting for us. The money should have waited for us when we got back to pier 47.

Please, please, don't kill me. I don't want to die."

[Sabato Kuroi]

"And how was the one-eyed elf supposed to know you completed the hit?"

[Jack_Spade]

"I don't know, probably he was watching or listening in on the police radio. I don't know. In any case he seemed to be very well informed, so I guess he is some kind of matrix wiz."

[SgtBoomCloud]

As their captive watched, unable to move, Krestov sat his troll form down in front of him, the merc's gun in his hand as he held it and inspected the piece.  He spoke slowly, letting his accent roll as he added to the effect.  "Ares Alpha Mk. III automatic assaulting rifle.  Chambered for five point five six millimeter rifle rounds, capacity of forty-two rounds of killing power.  Compensated for recoil and outfitted with a thirty millimeter grenade launcher for superior ground control.  This is fine weapon.  But not yours.  Without checking, I tell you this grip optimized for triggering finger of four point 2 centimeters...yours is five point 3.  This gun is not yours, but for small price of pain and blood, could make it fit you.."  He turned to Torrent, his helmeted visage showing little expression.  "Or is it him fitting it?  I cannot get that wording right, I swear.."  He needed not continue, as the mercenary started to babble without much fuss.

He kept his expression serious as an idea formed in his head.  "one-eyed elf known in matrix use, contracted you for job.  Where in Pier 47?  Would you willing to trade cooperation for life?"