Halfpast hops out of the car as soon as it comes to a stop. He gives Bump a nod of greeting and then takes a few moments to look the area over.

Satisfied he moves to the back of the car and smiles when he gets Dawna's message.

"I wouldn't want to deprive you of any fun. You play the bad cop and I will play the sort of good cop." He texts back to her as he checks on their cargo.

Kerrigan is glad to get to walk and breathe moderately fresh air after the confined space of the car. No complains, but she prefers a little freedom and a breeze of air around her.

As they approach the building, the shaman switches her senses to the astral, observing the place and looking out for any trouble coming from that direction.

Kerrigan-

“They got a little watchdog here, probably to alarm them, if anyone gets into their turf,”? Kerrigan informs the others. “It's sitting right at the door, so we better take another entrance, or things might not go as undisturbed as we would like it.”?

When Halfpast opens the trunk, Bump peers within from off to the side. Oh hell.. That around ninety kilos of bad luck.

He moves over to Kerrigan, now appreciating the gravity of the situation and whispers, "What happened tonight?"

Halfpast nods when Kerrigan gives him the information about possible trouble. He turns to her and asks, "Could you go out of body and do a quick run around the place to see if there is another way in and if it is also guarded?"

To Bump: “What happened tonight... we went to our scheduled meeting at the Shogun Teriyaki, when the whole damn bar blew up and we decided to back off with the Yakuza goons chasing us out of West Acres, once they saw us standing outside there watching the devastation quite agape. It quickly became apparant, that while the bomb wasn't really meant for us, the resulting trouble surely was, and so we didn't quite see how we could stay here in Fargo and have anything remotely close to a peaceful life, so we are going to cut it. The Vory goons in my appartement, one of them being the gentlemen over there, further underlined the sentiment, that we are right under the cross hairs currently. So we are trying to figure out what he knows, probably not much, but anything might help.”?

To Halfpast: “Yeah, I will make a quick scan of the surroundings. Be right back.”? Then she goes back to the car, to sit down, while she makes a sweep around the building, not going too close or inside.

After Akita relays that additional details of the evening, Bump exhales and thinks,
The Yakuza as well? How did we get so fragged so fast?

He drops a his Kummushi drone on the dash board of his car and set the Fly-Spy into the air, establishing a window in AR to the camera of both while Akita returns to the car and heads out of her body.

Kerrigan-

“The other sides look clear,” Kerrigan says, when she is back, trying to recall whether she saw another entrance. “There's a backdoor, which doesn't seem to be guarded, magically. I'd suspect that they blocked it in some fashion, though, because it makes little sense to have one door guarded and the other entrance free, or not?”

After Kerrigan gets back from her scout and informs them of the results Halfpast says, "Ok looks like we are going for the backdoor. Let's make this quick since we don't know how long we will have. Kerrigan could you keep an eye on the watchdog to make sure it doesn't take any interest in us?"

Halfpast then picks the thug out of the trunk and half drags, half carries the man around to the back of the building.

Kerrigan nods. “Sure.”

Bump follows Halfpast towards the back of the old library, sending the Fly-spy drone ahead of them. He also remotely repositions the Kummashi so that it is looking towards Kerrigan's seat, in the event she projects again.

Dawna assists Halfpast with the body as best she can. Not being particularly strong, she picks up the foot end of the fellow.

"Our friend here would be a lot lighter if he donated some blood and organs."

As they enter the library, she looks for a good seat for their guest, preferrably one that doesn't roll around or tip over very well.

Seeing Dawna step up and grab a leg, Bump grabs the thug by the belt and hefts him up like a grocery sack. "How'z about I just tote him in one piece." he says with a toothy smile.

Kerrigan leans against the side of the car, watching the main entrance and the surroundings from there, her senses switched to the astral. A moment later, she vanishes from sight and turns invisible.

Everyone but Kerrigan-

Bump

Whistling quietly, Kerrigan waits for the rest to come back or to inform her of the state of the interrogation or other exciting occurances.

Dawna directs Bump to put their new guest in a comfy chair. She helps tie him up and begins their impromptu interrogation. She takes off one of her leather groves and smacks the unfortunate Russian across the face.

"Talk, or I'll eat your ear!"

Bump-

"Looks clean." Bump steps to the side and attempts to open the door.

Three cigarette butts litter the dirt at Buscemi's feet. A fourth dangles from his lip. The ambush earlier, the bloody potato latka eating bastards finding him, tracking him back to the car was eating at the corners of his mind. He'd fragged up right good, led them right to him. If the others hadn't have been around he'd probably have given the slip, but they'd captured one, so it could be seen as a victory.

He was leaning against a wall outside of the library, playing spotter. The whole deal wasn't sitting well with him. They should be moving, skipping town. He should have just cut and run himself by now. He's got a bag at the bus station just for this eventuality, frag his apartment. But he was here, waiting outside while they probably tortured some bloody Russian, instead of on a bus to somewhere even more in the middle of nowhere. Why, he still wasn't sure.

"You're too nervous, it's distracting me." Akita grumbled jokingly to Buscemi. She had returned to her body for a moment, tired of the view of the world from astral space where she had been keeping watch for things no normal spotter would see.

"Everything's going well so far." The Dog shaman says, relaxing in an out of the way alcove near Buscemi's lookout position. "Though I wish they didn't take so long to do that whole torture thing - or let Dawna do it..."

Bump proceeds into the old library, conscious that they are now walking where it has been years since people walked. He pauses for a moment before unceremoniously dropping the thug into the chair. Not caring to watch Dawna work, he then heads back outside to wait.

He brings the Fly-Spy back, powers it down and sticks it back in its case, in his pocket.

The thug slowly comes to as Dawna begins to stalk around him in the decrepit old library. The place smells of dust and a stank odor of someone who hasn't taken a shower in many a month. A coppery tang fills the air and a light breeze blows in through the open door, disturbing some of the dust and creating an eerie echo through the skeletons of shelves in the abandoned building.

"You stupid whore, you think you break me? Pathetic woman, why don't you bring in a man to do this for you, a woman knows nothing of real torture," the thug spits back at Dawna as she starts her interrogation. He is so far undisturbed by her attempts.

Standing outside the door, looking off to the darkening horizon Bump hears the man's taunts as he packs the drone. Why'd he have to say that for?

Deciding that he really did not want to see, nor hear, what comes next, Bump moves away from the door nodding to Halfpast as he goes. He's gonna need a colonoscopy bag when she's done.... If she leaves enough of him to give a shit.

Halfpast was waiting a few minutes before also heading inside. Just like Bump he too was listening to the man's taunts and could only shake his head at the man's foolishness. "I think you are right Bump, but it sounds like the dumb fragger is going to bring it on himself", he smiles and shrugs as he replies.

Dawna retorts back to the thug with a long string of expeltives followed by what sounds like a series of blows to various parts of the man's body. He groans in pain and she continues with her interogation, "Now tell me what I want to hear and I may not slice off you ear and add it to my collection like I was thinking of doing."

It sounds as though the man spits again at her and she screams at him, but her scream is cut off by the sound of something ripping and followed by two quick gun shots from the room. There is a silence in the air and then the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Kerrigan scares up, as the sound of two gunshots reverberates through the air. Uh, oh...

She quickly messages the rest of the team: < [Kerrigan] Problems? >

At the sound of a gun shot Bump spins on his heel and runs back towards the library his heart racing.

Bump-