After the exciting battle that occurred mere minutes ago, Neil Orton drags the unconscious captive back to the jail with most of the group following close behind. He places the man in a cell, locks it up and starts grumbling about paperwork.
“Maaaan, when I decided to become a sheriff I thought there’d be a lot more like women in various states of undress throwin’ themselves at me…” He sounds legitimately dejected as he rifles through his desk, pulling out the necessary official forms.“Are you serious?” Kid stares blankly, wishing he was surprised by that statement.
“Don’t worry, Neil,” Richard says with a chuckle, “that comes later in the job.”
“Oh! Well, alright, ok. As long as it’s comin’…”
Kid shoots Richard a glare, “Don’t. Encourage him. Please.”
A couple of hours pass before the man in the cell starts to come around. He looks around, paling visibly when he realizes where he is. Richard’s hand moves towards one of his guns, keeping it at the ready just in case things go sour. Max acts in a similar fashion, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword. Thankfully, Neil had the brains to keep his hands handcuffed behind his back in order to keep him from pointing his gun arm at everyone and riddling the place full of holes.
“Mornin’” Richard comments, almost casually as the man begins to stir.
The man pulls himself up, carefully considering his options. He quickly finds that they’re rather limited especially considering the fact that he was vastly outnumbered. With a heavy sigh he sits down on the cot near the back of the cell.
Neil looks up from his paperwork for a moment, addressing the group as a whole. “Well, I guess it’s my job as sheriff to get to interrogate him. Unless one of you guys wants to do it.”
Cecelia quickly glances over at Richard expectantly. He gets the hint and steps forward, peering into the cell. “Alright, let’s start with the obvious question. Would you care to explain why you and your buddies came into town and thought it would be a good idea to attack one of our citizens?”
The man sneers derisively, leaning back on the cot with his hands behind his head. “I ain’t gotta tell you guys nothin’.”
Richard leans against the bars of the cell, watching the man out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be withholding information right now.” He nods to the rest of the group. “There’s six of us. Only one of you.”
“So if you’re gonna kill me then kill me, ya stupid, ugly sunnovabitch,” he snaps, but all it manages to do is make Richard chuckle. Max steps forward, seemingly with purpose before stopping suddenly and putting a hand to his chin, the other still holding fast to his sword. His brow furrows and it’s clear he’s trying to remember what he was doing. The man raises an eyebrow. “Is there something wrong with you, son?”
Thus far the interrogation isn’t going very well, so Kid decides to try his hand. “It would be very beneficial for you to answer his questions.”
If anything that seems to downright amuse the prisoner. He snorts, “What, so you guys are gonna let me out of jail if I play along?”
Gabrielle pushes her way to the front of the group and leans down to stare the man in the eye. “Listen, do you really want to spend the rest of your life sitting here in this cell listening to his stories?” She asks, pointing back towards Neil. “We can keep you in this cell for a long, long time and he does not stop.”
The crook looks confused for a minute, but then suddenly Neil pipes up from the corner. “Hey, did I ever tell you guys about this one time my brother Francis went to jail? He was in town runnin’ some errands for my big sister, right? Then all of a sudden he saw this reaaaal purdy girl that he wanted to see and probably get t’know in the biblical sense if you know what I mean and whatnot.”
Both the prisoner and Max turn to look at Neil looking a bit dumbfounded as they listened to their first of what could be many stories from Neil.
“Anyway so he really wanted to get with this girl, but he was too afraid to do it so he goes to the bar and—”
“Neil!” Kid shouts, snapping Neil out of his tale tellin’ stupor.
Neil shrugs. “Oh, alright.”
Warrick address the prisoner and nods over at Kid. “And he’s not going to be here to do that.”
The man pales visibly. “Alright, alright, alright! I’ll tell you guys whatever you wanna know!”
Kid smirks, looking over at Neil. “Well done.”
“What I’d do? I was just tellin’ a story,” Neil’s brow furrows, confused.
“I know, I know. Well done,” Kid replies quickly, putting up a hand to stop him from going on. “Good job.”
And then everyone realizes that this could work very, very well. Neil’s stories were the perfect scare tactic!
“Alright so how about you answer Richard’s question now? What were you and your friends doing here?” Kid asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
The man answers without hesitation, “Well, we got paid a whole shit ton of money to come and kill some little girl and take her bunny. Which honestly is the weirdest thing I’ve ever been paid to do and I’ve been paid to do some terrible, terrible things.”
“Oh is that so?” Max asks, narrowing his eyes.
The man nods. “You see, there was this one time me and my—”
“Oh no! You stop right now. This is not happening,” Kid exclaims, slightly panicked. He had to listen to Neil’s stories more times than he cared to remember and he was not about to start listening to some criminal’s stories on top of it all. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down. “Now, who hired you?”
“Well, there was this slanty-eyed professor, you know one o’ them Chinese types.”
“Does he have a name?”
“I think it was… uh… Soo-Joo, or Soh-Joe, or… I dunno they all sound alike to me!”
“Charming,” Kid sighs, rubbing his temples. “Can you at least tell me where you picked this job up from?
“I was over in Salt Lake getting’ my arm tuned up.”
“Hm, Salt Lake? Did you accept the job from the professor himself or was it through another source?”
“Ah, there was this ad we saw posted on the wall of the tavern and it looked kinda fishy, but some of us were really hurtin’ for money and you can only suck off so many—”
“Alright, that’s enough of that, thank you.” Kid says quickly.
The man shrugs as Richard takes over. “So how much did they pay you?”
“One grand, cash.”
“Obviously the guy behind this is one rich bastard,” Richard says, pushing himself off the bars and looking over at Cecelia curiously. “Who did you make that mad?”