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As he surveyed the devastation before him a familiar voice grabbed his attention, the distinctive hispanic accent of Miguel giving away who spoke. [color=9e0039][b]"What happened?"[/b][/color] Sully turned around to see Miguel standing behind him as the last few remnants of the crowd were dispersed. Even with the heat from the sun and the inevitable sweat it brought, Miguels hair still remained in perfect place. In all his years Sully had never met someone so concerned about their appearance, but it didn't matter, he was good at what The Unseen used him for. [color=ff5555]"Good to see you here Miguel. I know it's not quite where your talents lie but we need everyone involved with the clean up."[/color] Sully continued as he began to walk towards the smouldering remnants of the apartment.

[color=ff5555]"In all my years I have never seen three fires burning simultaneously in this city."[/color] Sully crouched down and picked up a book, it's cover blackened and edges disintegrating with the smallest movement. He threw it to the ground, kicking up a plume of ash. [color=ff5555]"This is clearly someone trying to send a message to everyone in Morvai. Their mistake is that they think they can get away with attacking us."[/color] Standing back up Sully turned back towards Miguel, rubbing his hands together to remove the ash from them. [color=ff5555]"I don't care what it takes, we will find..."[/color] Sully was cut off by the ringtone of his phone. 

[color=ff5555]"Yeah?"[/color] The voice on the other end was Marcus. [color=olivedrab]"Connor I think you should come to the Lotus. We've got someone locked up in the office who i'm sure you'll want to speak to."[/color] Years of being raised by Kazuo meant that both men knew what the other was thinking, even in this case with such a vague sentence. He didn't respond to Marcus and simply put the phone down, looking at Miguel with a pleased expression across his face. [color=ff5555]"Marcus has the prick who did this at the Lotus. How about we go and pay him a visit?"[/color]

It took ten minutes to walk to the Flying Lotus, the surrounding area almost deserted. The street outside was often filled with patrons taking in a smoke or people queuing to get in, but the fire meant most people were doing what they could to help those affected. The bright neon lights of the bar were shut off and the front doors were firmly shut leaving Sully and Miguel to use the back entrance.

Once inside the pair made their way to the office to find a small framed man strapped to a chair, his face coated in his own blood as Marcus laid into him with his granite like fists. The beating stopped when Marcus realised Sully had entered the room. Sully glared at the man on the chair, a bright orange band around his arm standing out amongst the rest of his clothing. [color=ff5555]"Don't stop on my account Marcus,"[/color] he joked. Marcus smiled putting his suit jacket back on, his top button undone. [color=olivedrab]"He hasn't said a word yet, but I thought i'd just warm him up ready for you."[/color] Sully let out a laugh and crossed the room towards the battered, blood covered man. [color=ff5555]"Just in case you don't know, my name is Connor but the majority of this city know me as Sully. I just want you to know that the rumours you hear about me...they are all very much true."[/color] 

Sully's hand shot forward and he took a firm grip on his captives throat, squeezing tight. He spoke baring his teeth aggressively, [color=ff5555]"Tell me everything! What is this all about? Who is involved? Where can we find them? Then maybe we'll consider letting you go."[/color] The man gargled and whined as he tried to breath, Sully letting go so he could speak. He coughed and spluttered blood onto the floor as he tried to breathe. He looked up at Sully with tear filled eyes, blood from a wound on his head running into the corner of them. [color=f7976a]"We...we're the Upenders...you...your kind...the corporations...you're going to burn..."[/color] A bloodied and broken tooth filled smile was presented to Sully as the man spoke. Responding to the mans brave but stupid retort, Connor let out a sigh. [color=ff5555]"You come into our district and try to kill the innocent people here? I can't let that stand..."[/color] In a quick movement Sully reached inside his coat and brought his clenched fist down onto the mans bent knee. A pain filled roar echoed throughout the bar, Sully loosened his fist to reveal the handle of a knife. The blade had perfectly cut behind the mans knee cap, causing him excrutiating pain.

[color=ff5555]"Tell me who else is involved and I can stop."[/color] The man shook as he tried his utmost to block out the pain. He shouted, [color=f7976a]"Go fuck yourself!"[/color] strands of bloodied saliva hung from the mans chin, slowly stretching towards his chest. Sully closed his eyes and sighed once more. [color=ff5555]"Fine...if that's how it is..."[/color]

Sully reached down and grabbed the knifes handle, his other hand once again taking a firm grip on the mans throat. With a forceful rotation of his wrist Sully began to twist the knife, the mans muffled screams stuck behind his torturers crushing hold on his throat. Connor ceased for a moment, letting go of the grip on the mans neck and taking the blades handle into both hands. Connor drove his arms forward forcing the knife to come loose. The floor at the mans feet became covered in blood as his knee cap hit it with a horrific splat. His cries were loud enough to make some of the lower level members in the room cover their ears, the high pitch of them making the screams even worse.  

[color=ff5555]"Tell me now or i'm taking the leg!"[/color] The man tried to compose himself but the pain wouldn't allow it, that was until he saw Sully move his knife back towards his now exposed knee. [color=f7976a]"STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!"[/color] Sully used a clean portion of the mans trousers to wipe the blade of his knife clean, placing it back within his jacket. [color=ff5555]"Talk."[/color] Connor didn't need to say much else as he had achieved what he wanted albeit in a way that he hadn't used for years. 

[color=f7976a]"My name's Richie...I...I was told to burn it down..."[/color] Richie as he revealed his name to be, was struggling to string words together, but he knew that he had to or he was going to lose at least his leg. [color=f7976a]"I'm from the...Upenders...we are fed up of being treated like slaves...better to fight than serve..."[/color] He took a deep breath and soon found himself talking a bit easier. [color=f7976a]"I've never met our leader. He speaks to us through another member called Garland. Garland arranges the meet ups and was the one who gave the order to set the fires. He works in the northern part of Korven outside of Unseen and Kings territory. Beyond that I know nothing...I swear."[/color] As Richie finished he wept heavily, the sincerity behind his tears signalling to Sully he was telling the truth. 

Connor ran his hand over Richies head in an almost comforting manner. [color=ff5555]"I believe you..."[/color] Richie raised his head once more looking Sully in the eye, [color=f7976a]"Thank y..."[/color] The words of the captive man did not finish, stopped by a smoking barrel inches from his chest. His body slumped forward, his tied arms the only thing stopping him from falling from the chair. Sully returned his gun to his holster and turned to Miguel. [color=ff5555]"Miguel I want you to get rid of this body and then come and meet me in the bar. You're coming with me and Marcus to pay this Garland a visit."[/color] Soon after dishing his order to Miguel, he turned his attention to Marcus. [color=ff5555]"Get in touch with our surveillance team and see if anyone has entered New Osaka at our checkpoints with an ID featuring the name or alias Garland. Come to the bar once you're done and we can talk next steps."[/color] Sully moved to the door, his thirst beginning to bite at the back of his throat. [color=ff5555]"The rest of you, clean the mess."[/color][/color]