The Commission

[Armalite_]

Spike looked at the stoat as he struggled in the chair. "Tell me what I need to know." The stoat spat through his teeth. "Go to hell." Spike sighed. He pulled out his gun again and fired four times into the stoat's other leg. The stoat screamed through the whole thing. "Stop! No more! PLEASE!!!" Spike frowned. "Aww but we were having so much fun!" He laughed.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro made a mental note to get a mop. He didn't enjoy hurting people as much as Spike did, but he wasn't above it.

[Armalite_]

"I've only been on the force for two months! They don't tell me nothin'!"
"Clearly."
"Just stop shootin' me!"
"You want me to stop shooting you?"
"YES! For the love of God! Yes!"
"Ok I'll stop shooting you."

Spike walked past Kitt and opened the door before stepping out of the room. Paul was surprised to see Spike come out. "Where's Shiro?" Spike asked looking around.

[Alice The Necrofox]

((Uh i am in the room. I just made a mental note to get a mop afterwards))

[Armalite_]

((*facepalm* I thought you were- ugh, nevermind))

Spike turned and looked at Shiro. "Do you happen to have a blowtorch and a pair of plyers?" The stoat's eyes buldged. "Wait! Don't get the torch or tools! I'll talk! We-We were in a stakeout ok? We were going to arrest Romano when he came out to check the shipment." Spike turned back and looked at the stoat. "Romano don't check on his shipments. His boys do. You're a god damn liar!!!"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt smirked at the mention of Romano's 'Boys', wondering whether he could even count himself among them any more... pushing the thought away he watched the interorgation with growing interest...

[Armalite_]

Spike was handed a pair of plyers, his blowtorch and even an ice pick. "Thanks." He turned back to the stoat who appeared to be tearing up in his seat. Spike showed him the new toys he brought in to play with.

"No! No! I ain't a lair!"
"I don't care whether you're telling the truth or not. I just hate cops."

Spike rammed the ice pick through the top of the stoat's head. There was a shriek and the stoats eyes began to wander. "Wha-What!? I can't see! What the hell did you do to me! I blind!" Spike laughed. "Isn't it neat how the brain works?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro was waiting for this. Spike was definatly brutal, but his tricks were all physical ones. Time to throw in the mental.
"Allow me, Spike."
He pulled out a small tape and pressed play.
*A mishmash of sound comes out of the speaker, and for a few minutes plays continuously. Anyone smart enough (or not stabbed through the brain ) would notice the subliminal messages of "tell the truth" "NOW" "life is so futile" "end the pain... only a few simple words... who, what, when, where, why..."*
He smiled after the tape cut off.
"That should help" he mouthed.

[Armalite_]

The stoat was violently shaking in the seat. It reminded Spike of those who were executed in the electric chair. "uuuuuhhhHHAAHHAHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The stoat began to scream at the top of his lungs. Spike hadn't even done anything to him yet and this was quite the show.

"We!....We found you! The docks! The...THE DOCKS!!! AHHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"What the hell is wrong with this guy?"
"TONITE!!!! Tonight at the Orion!!! Tonight ONLY." The stoat was shaking violently in the seat.
"What's tonight?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!" The stoat only began to laugh like a mad man.

Spike looked back at Paul. "Spike, this guys givin' me the creeps." Spike looked at the stoat, the ice pick still sticking out the top of his head. "I think I pressed that thing in a little too far."

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Nah, he will snap out of it in a sec. Instant reccolection of memories plus that icepick probably was a little too much. He will be better in a minute."

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt turned away from the interrogation, walking out of the door he closed it behind him and lit up a ragged dog end-of a-roll up... taking a deep drag he looked up at the single flickering bulb that illuminated the corridor, damp dripping down the concrete walls.... man how he hated new york...

[Armalite_]

The stoat burst into tears. His speech began to grow more and more unrecognizable, like a drunk trying to make crude remarks.

Spike looked at Shiro. "Do you know what he's saying?" Spike looked back down at the stoat, the icepick still in his head.

"MMMhyeahhahaMmmhahagigalaulavven..." The stoat mumbled.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"I think you need to remove the ice pick first."
Shiro gingerly took out the pick, and the stoat calmed down.

[Armalite_]

The stoat was definitely a lot calmer. In fact, there wasn't any expression at all. Spike looked at the stoat who appeared to be in a deep trance; staring aimlessly into space. He didn't say anything, he only stared. Spike snapped his fingers in front of his face. Nothing. He looked up at Shiro and then Kitt. "Well now what do we do?"

The stoat began to drool. Paul looked at Spike. "I think he's brain dead." Spike looked back at Paul and then at the stoat. He stepped forward and dug through the stoats inside pockets. He pulled out a wallet and flipped it open. "Well inspecter Douglas...Looks like you're kinda retarded." Spike said, closing the ID.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Shall I call the mental hospital after we clean that up? Seems one of the patrons downstairs had a fit and collapsed, hitting something sharp."
Shiro said while smiling.