[Jacob]

*Setting: A cold breeze sweeped through the small appartment, rustling papers and dancing with windchimes. The room in which these scene takes place is small and dark, there are no windows, only one door. The door is situated at the back of this box like prison. There is no wall paper, no carpet. The only thing that made this room a room was a small medium sized wooden chair, centered in the middle. On the chair sat a creature of some kind, its hands were tied behind the back of the chair, its legs tied to the front legs of it. A black, silk pillow case was placed over the beings head, disorientating it even more. It had been stripped of its clothes and even dignity and was now bare, goosebumps running over its leathery skin. The door opened, a being stepped through the door. Light shone in from the other room, casting the new creatures shadow into the room. It slowly stepped inside this bleak place, closing the door behind it. It seemed to carry some kind of night stick. And then, it spoke...*

Capter: "господин Elan..."

The capter stepped over to the being and grasped the top of the silk case, yanking it off and casting it to the ground in a quick and violent movement. It was now apparent the captured being was Hoolio Elan. The Agencies most recent mark...

Hoolio: "Who are you...? What do you want?!"

A small chuckle escaped the kidnappers lips as he moved around his hostage, finally stopping when he reached the front of him.

Capter: "вы знаете, господин Elan"

Hoolio shook his head slowly. His hands trying to break free.

Hoolio: "No, no i dont!!"

A vague snort escaped the beings lips as it stood, the long, sleek night stick it held suddenly began to buzz. The weapons dealer looked on in horror as sparks began to form at the end. A blue light shone merrily, dancing on the end of the stick.

Capter: "Где оно спрятано?"

The Mudokon stammered briefly, trying to think of something to say. The capter was getting visibly pissed off, it was obvious as the electrical stick was drawing closer to Hoolio' face, so close infact that the left side of his head was now visible in the darknes.

Hoolio: "I-I-I haven't hidden anything anywhere...HONEST!! Please, let me gooo!! I gave that business up years ago..."

Saying this his eyes squinted, trying to get a look at his tormenters face.

Capter: "Leesen too me, Hoolio. Yoo eether tell me now, or i vhill kill yoo...If yoo dont know nothink abowt anything, it vhont be mhy loss...vhill it."

The being spoke soft and quick. Anger and frustration had pushed it to leave its Russian dialect behind. And it was now speaking English...

Hoolio: "But...heh...How do you know i dont have anything to hide, eh? You dont. If you kill me, you'll never know..."

Hoolio suddenly came off as cocky and arrogant, he smirked, saying these sentences. This smirk was soon dispersed as a sharp volt of electricity shot through the left side of his neck.

Capter: "Dont underestimate mhe, Mudokon. I kan eesily find a Liou and yorr sekrets vhill bhe extrakted immediatly..."

The Biros' eyes suddenly began to bulge. Half through fear, half through pain. He now realised he was in a lose-lose situation. And the best scenerio was a quick death.

Hoolio: "You'll...you'll never get them. They're too heavily guarded. Orkhids, Mudokons, Sligs, Saurians...its like a creché of Glukkons down there...impossible to infiltrate."

Although the capter was masked in shadow, one thing was apparent. It was dangerous and calm. These two things alone were a devastating concoction...why? Because it would never make mistakes. The capter now bent forward, the cattle-prod was cast down to the ground, its hands slowly crept forward, grabbing Hoolio by the head, its claws digging into his skin.

Capter: "Tell me..."

It hissed these two words softly, tempting the infomation out of him. Hoolio was now trying to find words, his mouth moved slightly, throwing out random letters.

Capter: "Yesssh?"

Hoolio: "Sotuo street. Deep in the sewers...they're stashed in the walls of the 3rd dead end under the beginning of Syway street!! Now please...l...let me go-o-o!!"

He began to sob now, fearing for his life. He had blurted all this infomation out in sheer fear, not thinking until the last fraction of infomation was out...

Capter: "Обеспеченность!!"

The door swung open, silouetting two unknown beings.

Capter: "рассказывать определенный артикль другойs в получать готовый. Tассказывать им в готовить определенный артикль взрывчатыйs. Cпешка!!"

The creatures grunted their reply and took off into the light.

Capter: "And yoo, yoo vhile kreature. Yoo kan rest..."

Hoolio hung his head low, sobbing. His sobbings, however, changed into screams of agony as the Russian capter scooped up its weapon and jammed it into the chest of the Mudokon. The weapon was then switched on, allowing volts of vicious electricity to rip through the Biros' body. He convulsed, blood spurting from his mouth and running down out of his eyes. The capter shoved it deeper, placing the palm of his hands on the end of the weapon and shoving it into his victim. Smoke drifted to the ceiling, the creatures inards were now being charred...Finally the volts subsided, closely followed by the convulsions. The kidnapper then wandered out of the room, not looking back, not phased by the sight or the smell. The Mudokon was dead...as was the mark.

(OOC: Well?)