"You know what? Fuck you guys! You and your who--" Xanadu's rant was cut short as Tseng slid around the table and dug the muzzle of his gun in to the underside of his chin.

"I highly suggest you reconsider that statement. Answer the questions." There was no emotion in Tseng's tone, heartless professionalism.

"A-a-allright. I-I don't know his name! He just shows up! Red hair, tattoos on his face." Xanadu panicked, eyes darting between the two of them.