Big Bad Wolff - Interrogation - RPLOG
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Date
23/1/480
Log
Fenris arrives in the heat of the day at the guard outpost where the bandits who attacked the Longtail caravan are being held. He is dressed formally in a streamlined, Creator style jumpsuit with a sturdy belt and an unusual symbol on the breast. "Marcus around?" he asks whoever is on duty outside, "I think I am expected?"
The Guard nods and steps aside, allowing Fenris inside, where Marcus can be found reviewing paperwork. He looks up as the Tiger enters and nods. "Good, you're here. I would've liked for Lady Longtail to come as well, given that they were raiding her convoys, but I believe she had matters to attend to," the big cat says, before gesturing to another door. "No one's talked to them yet. Let's see what they know."
"It isn't really Flora's thing," Fenris says amiably, "Interrogation, I mean. And, you know, talking to strangers." He hefts a hard case in one hand. "Besides, I have everything we need for a thorough investigation right here," he says, "Lead the way."
Marcus nods. "True." The Tiger sets the papers aside and walks towards the door, opening it and stepping inside, revealing a Guard watching over the Weasel and Crocodile from the raid, bound and sitting with less than pleased faces.
Marcus pats the Guard, nodding. "Thanks, James. Go take a break," he says. James grins and nods, leaving the room to take his much needed break. Marcus closes the door behind him and looks to Fenris. "Do you want to start?"
Fenris says nothing. The big tiger only steps into the room and starts to piece together a small table from the case he has brought. A clever set of dowels make a base for the case itself to sit on. He opens up the case, watching the bound bandits with a steely gaze before reaching inside and producing. . . a sandwich?
"Hi," he says pleasantly, "I'm Fenris. What are your names?"
The Bandits seems confused by the sandwich. Marcus just shakes his head and leans against the door, watching Fenris.
The Weasel and Crocodile share a glance before looking back to their interrogator. Finally, the Weasel speaks up. "...Tym. And this is Myles," he says, jerking his head in the Croc's direction, who hisses angrily, before being silenced by Tym. "Shut up! He left us behind, we're dead either way!"
"A pleasure, Tym, Myles," Fenris says, taking a seat in front of the pair, sandwich still in one hand. "Who left you behind?" the big tiger exudes an aura of pleasant curiosity, "And as for being dead, I can promise, I have no intention to see either of you dead."
"You might not, but if this rat keeps talking, then we really will be dead!" Myles hisses, glaring at Tym. "Give it UP, Myles! Wolff left us behind, you think that, even if we were to get free, he'd take us back into the fold?" the Weasel says, shaking his head! "No! He'd slit our throats and stomp on our skulls before we could say 'Hey, boss!' I swear, if I weren't tied up, I'd smack you good!" Before the squabble can get too severe, Marcus clears his throat, glaring at the two of them. They quiet down pretty quick.
"Wolff," Tym says after a moment. "The big guy; the one calling all the shots. We call him Ironhand Wolff, cuz he's so ruthless," he adds quietly, looking at the floor.
"Taggart?" Fenris asks, "Taggart Wolff? I thought he was still terrorizing Cliffside." The tiger tears off another bit of sandwich and pops it into his mouth, then starts a bit. "Oh, sorry," he says, "Were you two hungry? I've got more sandwiches if you want." The uniformed feline must not be a very good interrogator. He has hardly even asked any questions!
"Not after all the shit he pulled in Cliffside," Tym snorts. "We ran into each other back when he was on the run. Stuck together since; ya know how it is, you watch my back, I'll watch yours," he says, trailing off. "I was his right hand man, and he just...left me." Seems the betrayal is harder on the Weasel than Myles. The Crocodile grumbles and shakes his head. "Don't want no food; dunno what ya done to it."
"Suit yourself," Fenris says to the Crocodile's refusal, "I make pretty good sandwiches, though." He takes another bite of his own snack and watches the weasel. "I am sorry about your friend," he says, "But I have to say, I am surprised to hear that the Butcher of Wayfarer Pass has resorted to preying on supply trains. Who exactly outfitted him? I'm willing to bet it wasn't Cliffside."
Tym wriggles in his seat, nervous with where the conversation is heading. "...Well, he's been doing Mercenary work on the side," the Weasel mutters. "The big criminals get to bid for his...handiwork. That's how he's been getting the coin to pay for outfitting the gang. Well, I guess it's more of a small army," he adds. "What attacked those wagons was a small detachment, maybe a quarter?"
"But who hired Wolff?" Marcus asks in frustration, finally speaking up. The Weasel whines, wriggling more. "Some guy, I don't know..."
"Marcus," Fenris says gently, "Would you please go get me a table and some cups? I will be fine on my own for a moment. You are making our guests uncomfortable." The tiger remains seated, and finishes the last of his sandwich, looking at the bound pair in silence. He reaches up into his case and fishes around a little bit before producing another sandwich. "You two sure you don't want anything? I have lots of sandwiches here. And some fruit if you prefer," he offers, "Sounds like old Taggart is doing pretty well for himself. Why send a private army to rob a lumber shipment? I'm sure that there are better commissions out there for a wolf of Wolff's talents. Seems like a waste of your men." He emphasizes Tym's ownership.
Marcus grunts and exits the room, the bustle in the other room muffled as he closes the door behind him. Myles mutters under his breath, refusing to talk, but Tym shrugs. "I went with him to meet the contact, what with being the second in command," he starts, getting comfortable. "I never caught a first name, but it was a guy, one of those cats. I think he said he was a Longtail?" the Weasel offers, giving a shrug. "Looked like a Lynx. Said he wanted to ruin the noble's reputation. You know Ironhand; he'd do anything to ruin Sweetwater," Tym adds. "I'll take a sandwich, if you're offerin'."
"Doesn't surprise me," Fenris says, holding out a sandwich for Tym to take a bite, "Sorry that I have to leave you tied up. I think that they are afraid that the two of you might overpower me and escape." The tiger lets the Weasel chew and swallow before offering another bite. "This longtailed lynx must have paid well," he says, "I mean, building materials aren't really worth much on the black market. And a pain to transport. Creators!" he says, shaking his head, "I can only imagine what a pain it must have been hauling it out of the canyon!"
