The Slicers

Part 2: The Hint

~~Aruta~~

Aruta went to a secluded VIP spot of the bar, in there sat 3, what he would call, "gangsters". The loudest started speaking and Aruta went into eavesdropping mode.

"So ya heard of the stabbing?" the loudest guy said

"Well ye, who didn't? Bet it was the..." another guy replied, however Aruta was unable to hear the entire information.

In his mind he got angry.

Damn just say it out loud, uhhh if I just hadn't drank that much. He mumbled in his mind.

To him this was a get or don't get, so in full on detective matter straight from a AAA-movie he stumbled into the curtained area sitting down with the people, playing an ultra drunk guy.

As he stumbled in the area and sat down the two guys sitting in there looked confused. Then looked at each other, nodded and then pulled out their guns, pointing them straight at Aruta. Believing it wasn't dangerous Aruta just mumbled out

"Oh well what a nice and warm welcome." still playing a drunk fool, who didn'T know what he was running in on.

The two gangsters cleary were furious. To them some drunk idiot just interrupted their nice friendly chatter about a murder case.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked the smaller guy. Still bamboozeled by the situation that had just occured right there, in the very front of him.

Aruta continued his role, to him all that mattered was the information that could get him one step closer to solving the case. 

He tried charmingly calming the situation. "Ayyy sry lads, I didn't know you guys were people not to be disturbed." Aruta noticed the both of them were standing in the back of the roomand since he was a confident gun man with enough courage, he changed his attitude and dropped his act. Standing up, one hand on his revolver holster the other reaching for an ID. "However guns aren't your best choice here. My name is Aruta, Slic-" Well although he was confident in his gun skills, he really wasn't in his speech skills so he quickly corrected himself, "Kirora Bay Police Department." The two gangsters luckily didn't notice. "I am investigating the case of the woman who got stabbed and since you two seem to know something I'd rather talk now, before I make use of my little friend in my other hand." 

~~Kazu~~

To Kazu thinking wasn't a strength. He went outside the bar, where all the drunkies were 'setteling personal business'. Right now two men were setteling it. Both of them were pretty short and untrained in comparison to Kazu. Well although he was just an 'idiotic rambo' he still had enough brain cells to know that he actually has to find clues about the case. Well seems it was his lucky day.

"Why the hell did you kill her you dumbass!"

"The fuck are you spouting little shit. I ain't killing no one but you!"

"Well then why do you have a knife? You scared to use your fists?"

Is what Kazu heard during the fight. To him it was probably enough of a hint to step in and get some words out of the two little men.

With his tightly packed, 200kg muscle bodybuilder body he walked into the fight of the two man, grabbed them by their heads and knocked them both out by making their skulls smash into each other.

"Show's over sissies." he said with an idiotic grin on his face.

~~Sillesto~~

Since Sillesto was a psychological manipulator, he went to the bar counter ordering a few shots of tequilla.

When the keeper came back Sillesto started talking to him.

"Amigo, you heard who did that to the woman?" he just bluntly asked.

"Sir extra drinks cost extra."

"Ayyy que rico, cuz I ain't paying a dime then." he replied. "You see amigo, you tell me. It should be your pleasure talking to me."

The bar tender cleary wasn't happy with Sillesto. It was too bad for him that he planed to escalte the situation.

"Sir, you have no athority here." The bar tender said into his coverd face. Loading a shotgun under the counter. Pointing it through the table at Sillesto.

"No friendly chatter then, eyyy." Sillesto drank a shot. "Ahhhhhh you see amigo, or boss now. You really shouldn't be doing that."

The bar tender just looked at him, clearly awaiting a response from Sillesto. Which he promtply gave.

"Well since you are so desperte for a fight how about we do this the correct way then?" pointing one of his Desperados through the counter.

"You see little guy, you either tell me what I wanna hear or I am gonna shoot." he said. The bar tender tried answering and Sillesto heard how he put the finger on the trigger of the shotgun, buit before he could say anything Sillesto interveened, "Hmmmm. this is a sticky situation ain't it? Well boss you see, you don't have an advantage here actually."

"Oh and your dumbass knows that." the furious bar tender said.

"You know two is greater than one right." the bar tender looked confused. "Nice light you have here." Sillesto added, pulling out his second desperado, shooting it at the chandelier right above the tablet with his shots. The bar tender barely able to react, looked up. Sillesto then used the advantage to shit the desperado under the counter right into the bar tenders kneecap. The chandelier came crushing down on the tablet, catapulting the shot glasses into the face of the bar tender. The shards sticking in his face.

"oh you fucker." he said in agony. Sillesto jumped over the counter, kicking the shotgun away and putting one of his gun under the poor tenders chin.

"Well amigo, now you are gonna answer my question or else I will..." Sillesto looked at the shards sticking in the guy's face and pulled lightly on one of them.

"AAAAAHHHHHRR" the bar tender screamed.

"So who killed the woman?" he just asked with a nice mexican accent.

~~Mirko~~

Whilst all the others got theirselves into trouble, Mirko went at it completely chilled out. He got himself some drinks, smoked a cigarette and simply waited for something to happen. He tried observing all talks happening at the same time looking for any criminal activity. However none could be observed by him thus far. He sat down at a table when suddenly he saw two men coming into the bar. They didn't look like trouble, however something in Mirko's 20 year police expirience gut gave him the feeling they were. They walked to the back of the bar, one of them to the counter and the other to the private staff-only area. Mirko took this chance to sneek past everyone into the staff-only area, opening the door to it slightly and sneeking past some kitchen utensils to once again see the ominous man and hear him talking to a coworker.

"The job is done, but we I think we are being watched already." the guy Mirko saw says.

Mirko couldn't see his coworker though, so he especially focused on listening.

"Who is gonna watch you here? The police? You are just worried because Artulu vanished, I mean after all you and his gang are behind this like every other crime. What is one more gonna do?"

Mirko has recorded the conversation and secretly gets out of the situation again. When he comes back to the bar area he sees it shot down into pieces. Right in front of him stood the Slicers in a circle, looking at the incredible mess that was likely caused by a mass shooting.