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Report IV: Fountain Pen

Interrogations were rarely something pleasant to have to go through, ones with the Turks were usually terrifying and one that needed Tseng's personal attention rarely ended with laughter and a cup of coffee. Hopefully this one wouldn't end with maintenance having to patch a bullet hole in a wall again.

There wasn't much in the thin file he held as he watched the person through a mirrored window. So little, in fact, that it bothered him. No matter, there was certainly enough to start off with. He nodded, shooting a glance at the person beside him before entering the room.

Hopefully this wouldn't take more than a few hours, he really didn't want to be in the office until the sun came back up.

[[OOC: Open to whichever you want to tag in as! Good cop bad cop (...or bad cop worse cop as it were) or being questioned! ]]

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He nodded, pulling the door open for her.

Xanadu was obviously some sort of false name, and the strange activity he'd been up to lately was just that. Strange. Moving materia in and out of Edge along with weapons and far too much money to make it all coincidental in Tseng's book.

"What the hell man, you ain't even told me why I'm in this dump and I've been here for hours." The guy complained on the sight of them. "That's gotta be against the law or somethin'. I want a damn lawyer."

He can want a lawyer.

"Let's begin," Ami says brusquely, all business, and ignoring the complaints, as she enters. She slips into the room just ahead of Tseng as he opens the door. She takes a seat; she plans to be comfortable for this.

He can want a lawyer.

The actions were certainly suspicious. They needed to know just where it was leading, in time to take countermeasures if necessary - no, as necessary.

"First of all, don't pretend to be stupid. I don't like it." He'd better come to his own conclusions about why he's here. She gives him only one lead.

"Want to tell us where the rest is?" She lets it imply they've already found damning proof, while being vague enough to let him fill in the details himself - with more than they actually know.

Tseng took his own place against the wall, arms crossed as he eyed the man.

"Resta what? I've got lots of things sweetheart." He winked, "How about you get me some coffee eh? Maybe I'd be a little more willing to chat if you were polite."

Tseng snorted, shifting against the wall.

Ami smiled pleasantly, brightly.

Then she brought up her hand. Dark energy streamed from it to her victim's body, enough to cut into him, to locate the nerve centers and enhance the mind-numbing pain. She knows right where to target, after all. And she can wait all day.

It's going to be a lot more pleasant of a wait for her, than for him. He never should have made that sexist remark.

"Ami." Tseng said, eyes narrowing as he stepped forward. "We need him capable of answering our questions." He reminded her, "You need to not let them get to you, that is hardly the worst that will be said to your face in this line of work."

Still irritable, the halt earned Tseng a sour look; but no direct objection. After another glance at the man - whatever his name true name might be - she settled back in her seat for Tseng to take the lead.

"Fuckin' crazy bitch." Xanadu snarled, rising in his seat.

"Sit. Down." Tseng ordered, dark eyes icy. "Now, unless you'd like me to leave you with my associate here for a few hours I'd suggest you begin talking."

Ami's smile stayed pleasant, which was to say threatening. Though she didn't like Tseng's reminder, the outburst would now serve as a warning of what could happen.

She wouldn't need hours.

"I want to hear all about it!" she piped up brightly.

"Wait... You're a godsdamn Turks!" Xanadu gasped, recognizing the suits at last. "Fuck. I'm gonna die either way!"

Tseng's smile turned feral, "Yes, and I'm The Director."

"Fine. Fine! What do you want?"

Tseng stepped back, gesturing for Ami to take over.

"You realized it!" Ami acted like a teacher praising a pupil who'd finally gotten the answer right. Come on, take the next step: Why would the Turks be interested?

More hints. "Tell us about the materia, and the money. We have records already, so it'd be good to tell the whole truth, Ok?"

"Guy can sell shit right? Or is there a new law against makin' a living now?" He snarked, "Or is ShinRa gonna stop that now that they don't have anything left? WRO's a bunch of idiots and people wanna protect themselves, I've just got connections with people who wanna sell 'em."

Charging ridiculous prices to people in need, and that a lot of the weapons were ShinRa issue from the military had raised far too many alarm bells for anyone's liking.

She's unfazed. But behind the bravado, she's heard one thing: He's claiming to be a middle man. If that's true, he could be useful. They need the ones making the weapons disappear from the ShinRa facilities, not the one connecting them with their purchasers.

He's still a link in a chain, she doesn't forget. "People who want to sell them, huh?" Yeah, it'd be a good idea to start talking more about those.

"They got shit they wanna get rid of. Fuck, man." Xanadu shrugged, suddenly defensive.

"People don't just 'get rid of' mastered materia and military issue firearms." Tseng butted in.

"Sure they do! You find shit in Midgar and you sell it."

He was on the run. Good. People getting nervous were people likely to make mistakes. With the turn away from anything personal, she keeps her cool and her cold judgment. She becomes more serious and some of the facetious, put-on cheer drops.

"Not in these quantities." Her comment is a reinforcement to Tseng's, a prompting.

"You think I give a damn where I get it from? ShinRa shit actually works, people'll pay more for it. Better'n the crap they're selling out of the Golden Saucer." Xanadu shrugged.

"We already know about the goods coming out of that area." Tseng sighed, "Who does your running to Midgar?"

Fair enough, for the trader; but it wasn't what they needed as Turks. Ami didn't let it go. She was good at being stubborn.

"What you care about doesn't matter right now." It was bland. She waited for the name.

"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.

Ami's eyes flickered to 'Xanadu', to Tseng, and back again. She let it pass, with the point made - and perhaps a flicker of smugness that Tseng had been quick to handle the situation. It felt... good, to be sheltered, and to watch the brewing tension between two others for her sake. Her lips quirked upward as she watched with interest.

But that wasn't the point they were here for. She pulled herself back from the sensation and to the matter at hand.

Red hair? Tattoos on his face? Just shows up, huh. And come to think of it, that name with an X, wasn't it a common theme where the person she's thinking of had been from? It couldn't be... Axel? On the other hand, it didn't seem the type of business he'd be involved in. Ami said nothing in front of their victim, but she let her eyes meet Tseng's for a second. She'd comment on it later, privately.

"Where do you meet him?" He still has to 'just show up' somewhere.

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Tseng protected his own, whatever the threat was he'd be there to point a gun or make things happen to keep them in safety. Ami was one of his own, even if she wasn't exactly a turk.

"Th' back of my shop!" Xanadu replied, "Just shows up once a week!"

In that case... Ami gave Tseng another quick look, and subtle nod, before asking the obvious question: "At the same time each week? The same day?"

They had 'Xanadu'. They could set whatever trap they liked, and she wasn't particularly concerned with the fact she'd just made her intention obvious. He wouldn't be in a position to stop it. They'd be there.

"N-no, never the same time never the same day. He calls like fifteen minutes before he shows up." Xanadu admitted, swallowing.

Tseng noted her look, and simply blinked in response. Honestly he thought the guy was trying to pin it on Reno, but if she knew something he didn't... well he didn't want to waste a bullet on Xanadu.

Pin it on Reno? Then again, it wasn't as if the guy knew just how loyal Reno was to the Turks. It was possible. Maybe. Of course, the words couldn't be spoken in a look.

"Are you saying you've never once contacted him?" It hadn't been said, of course; but if they could use Xanadu to set up a meeting... that would require Xanadu to have a contact method.

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Report IV: Fountain Pen

Mind you, he'd probably take the ridiculous parts off the moment he could.

there is no ridiculous part :|

That hairstyle. :|

never. it is quite stunning.

It's ridiculous, seriously. And the cape, capes are a hazard

pffft. XD

Trufacts: capes get caught on things.

and hit princes in the face, BUT STILL.

Ridiculous, he should wear a suit and tie.

Don't criticize him. Only she gets to yell when it's about him :|

He still dresses like a twit.

the cape is manly, ok? :|

No. It's not. 8| Neither is the headdress, despite it's Fancy.

He needs it to look cool.

No, he really doesn't. :|

lies.

Me? Lie? About someone looking ridiculous?!

dlkjsdls lol tell me that word is not what i think it is XD /guy has death wish?

That would be lying. :|

So dead. You know, after she laughs it off. XD

lol

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