Neko Detectives

Act Eight: Intimidations

Kyo's POV

I was assigned to assist in interrogations. During police training, they told us that you always intimidate the person you're questioning. So I do.

I walk into the room and turn on the light. The room is still dimly lit, with blackened corners. The small wooden table is scratched to hell. Flies buzz around the light. I place my revolver onto the table and tell him, "You'd better answer every question honestly," in a deep voice. It doesn't work, since I have a pretty high voice, and I'm cute, not hot. The man looks very scared, but he says, "O-okay, but f-first I've got s-some questions... I-if it's okay, s-sir..." He's so scared. "Ask away," I tell him. "W-why am I h-here? What's h-happening?" He asks. "The company you work for has been found involved in a crime organization that has performed 237 executions in the last two months."

"Now, for my questions. What do you really do at Bosley? What led you to that company?" I probe. "What I do at Bosley is create 2D textures for certain animations, as well as create small environments. As for your second question, my mother bought me a copy of Demon Caller: Life Intruders on the Jupiter in 1997, and I loved it." he presumably lied. "You're lying! Bosley is a gang, not a game company! They probably only hire a few people that have the slightest idea how to make games! You either tell me the truth, or I'll get a professional cough-up to come for you!" I scream. The man begins to shake with fear, and curls up into a ball. He then shakes some more, and then gets up. "Please go farther away from me. Like, into that corner. If you do, I'll tell you everything," he says. I back away. The man rises from his seat then sits on the table.

He relaxes, then twitches, then reaches for something on the table. I reach for my revolver, in case he had a knife, then realize he's making for my revolver. I bound towards him, but it's too late. "If you won't believe me, no one will! I'll just kill myself. My life is already over." He releases the safety, cocks the hammer, and points it at his head. "Mister, please don't!" I say calmly, in my normal, high voice. 

"Please, don't, don't do this to me! Put the gun down. If you just tell me about Bosley, I'll put you in a holding cell, then release you. Your life isn't over, this isn't going out, this won't go on your record. But if I'm going to let you go, you need to talk to me." I inch closer with every word.

"Big words, squeaky! Not gonna work, though. Look who has the gun here." He slowly points it away from him, and points it at me. I come ever closer, and then he shoots. I run around to his back, and he's shooting at me all the way. Luckily, he has terrible aim. He quickly runs out of bullets, and I approach him. The tip of the gun is nearly glowing red. I do NOT want to touch that. I grab the gun by the barrel, sure not to touch the tip. I pull it away from him, then blow on it to cool it down before I put it back in my pocket.

"Do not do that again." I pull the gun out and speed load it. Then I spin the wheel. I walk out of the room, and file a demand to jail him for 3 months. This case is going absolutely-fucking-nowhere, is it? From all the interrogations performed, we can conclude that Bosley Inc. was a scapegoat. The real gang (who we've decided to call Bosley Crime Inc.) is still out there, ready to kill again. That is scary.