Silver Umbrellas

Twenty-Eight-- Ghosts

RECAP:

"Now you have two choices: surrender the umbrella to us now, as vell as your potions, or I drag you out of this lab and make you suffer the vay you made Owen suffer."

As she spoke her threats, Tino made his way around and picked up the umbrella while Tyson was sitting perfectly still, his back rigid and his hands resting on his thighs. "I'd listen to her, Mr. Tyson. She's not someone who tells lies. Now, where are your potions kept?"

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"How dare you," Mr. Tyson said angrily despite Lili's fingers encircling his neck. "You really think you can just come in here and steal from me right in front of my eyes?"

"Well, we could put a bag over your head and throw you in a closet if that's what you'd prefer," Finland answered easily, tucking the umbrella under one arm. "You are a murderer, Mr. Tyson. You've made it onto Naughty List for all eternity, and I am not easily moved to condemn other people like that."

"Who the hell did I--?" He paused when the memory returned. "Oh. That. Oh, please, I said I was a man of my word if nothing else! They wouldn't give me the umbrella and I told them I would kill their friend if they didn't give it to me. I couldn't just let the guy go! It would have made me look weak."

"So, you confess to it," Lili said, and tightened her grip just a bit more. Tyson winced but remained still otherwise.

"You've angered the wrong people this time, Mr. Tyson," Tino stated darkly, his voice dripping with the sort of malice that only a select few had ever heard come from him. The fact that he was always so cheery only served to make the contrast that much more startling. "You killed my niece's older brother. You forced them into hiding and made them fear for their lives for nearly two years. I'm usually very forgiving, but not this time."

"I'm going to ask you one more time," he continued, leveling a piercing glare at the human. His vibrant purplish eyes were lit up with the fires of Hell. "Where are your potions kept, Mr. Tyson?"

Tyson's dark brown eyes widened, then narrowed. "What do you plan to do with them?"

Tino didn't give him an answer; instead, he turned and started to rip open the cabinets with his bare hands. Many of the cupboards had sturdy padlocks on them, but they were useless when he was as infuriated as this. Mr. Tyson's mouth fell open when he saw the first padlock go flying and slide across the floor with the force of Tino's strength.

"How the hell did you do--?" he started to inquire, but was cut off by Lili when her hands tightened even more.

"I saw you move your hands. Keep them on the table, or you vill regret it," she ordered authoritatively. He complied, having little choice in the matter.

Meanwhile, Tino continued to search the cupboards and shelves in the laboratory. Cabinet after cabinet was wrenched open and given a once-over before he moved on to another. Once every one of them had been searched, it became apparent that Tyson didn't keep the rest of the potions in his lab. 'Maybe he has another lab down here, or they're in the room he sleeps in. If he even sleeps at all' Tino hypothesized quickly.

"Hmm... Maybe that will work..." he hummed to himself while turning to face Lili and Tyson. Tino's hand, the one that wasn't pressed against his side, was on his chin contemplatively.

"Vhat vill vork?" Lili asked curiously.

"He'll be our hostage to get us out of here," he stated, and Lili nodded in agreement. "Come on, we need to find where he keeps the rest of the potions. He can't have them."