Greasy's sweaty face appeared in the hole. "I'll talk, ya ars-ah!" The coffin shook violently as he squirmed and swatted. "Fiend! Monster! Demon! Take your spawn, you blood sucking vampire!"
Vincent couldn't help a small chuckle as he reached into the hole and pulled a tarantula (one of several that now resided in the coffin) from Greasy's face. He pet it with his gloved hand and let it explore the surface of his claws. "You fear her? She is but a small spider, soft and cuddly. I thought mortals liked soft and cuddly." He gave greasy a smile that turned the cowards blood to ice in his veins. He went to put the spider back on his face.
"Argh! I said I'd talk!"
The spider was pulled back, "Then start with the man who has threatened my family. How do I find Mr. Edward Scott?"
Greasy's face contorted with mixed emotions. In truth he cared little for Eddie. He was only concerned for his own well-being. If he betrayed Eddie, there was a chance he might get hurt. If he didn't give 'em up, then he would definitely be hurt. So he-
SLAM!!! Vincent's metal gauntlet struck the coffin. "Answer!"
"Candy Stripes!"
The tarantula crawled up Vincent's arm slowly. Vincent had to think for a moment before the name placed itself. Candy Stripes - An uptown Gentlemen's Club. 'Classy,' though Vincent sarcastically. He pet the tarantula, Tula, as she sat on his shoulder. "Hmph. What else?" He raised an eyebrow at the unfortunate man.
"He has an office in the back, but there," he jerked and brushed at one of Tula's companions, "There are more levels beneath the street. The first few are like any office building, but after that the floors hold cells, interrogation rooms..."
"Torture chambers?"
"Yah."
"Hmm, how...pleasant." He turned his head to nuzzle his exotic pet, a common presence since his untimly death, a friend during his long sleep, and a secret companion when he traveled with the other heroes. He leaned down and put his face close to the opening of the coffin. "Now, tell me," he fairly growled out, "whom do you work for?"
"I won't tell ya a thing 'bout that."
"Stupid or loyal, I wonder, Tula."
"Loyalty."
"You lie. It is not loyalty, but a coward's spirit that keeps your lips closed."
Another tarantula crossed his chest, and another found a warm spot up his pants leg. "Fine, Ill tell ya who I work for, but you have to let me free."
Vincent just barely graced the man's face with his claws. In a low voice, graveled and threatening, he whispered, "I do not have to comply to your demands,"
"Then you lose your only chance at finding the people responsible. After all, I'm the only one you left alive and i happen to be the only one with the information you need."
Red eyes narrowed to slits, Tula became agitated as she sensed Vincent's mood. He slid his claws away from Greasy and sat up. "Fine, you will be released."
"Ren Corbin. He owns a few major corporations, including shares of the largest oil company."
"That will do. Come Tula, we have vengeance to plan." Vincent stood and walked out of the room, whistling just as the door closed.
The tarantulas rushed into action and scurried out of the casket.
"Ahh! Let me out! LET ME OUT!!"
Cloud, Tifa, Shera, Cid, and Shelke watched as the nurses brought two more people into the room. "Hiya!"
Cid glared at the nurses, "Can't you put the brat in another room?"
One nurse shook her head, "We are unusually full this evening."
Tifa walked over to Barret. "Is he alright?"
"Yes," replied the nurse, "It's just a little concussion. He should recover in a day or so." She and the other nurses settled Barret and Yuffie into their beds then left.
Cloud tilted his chin towards the small ninja, "Yuffie what happened?"
"Well..." She stretched and scratched her head. "I was being myself, the amazing ninja, when Tifa called, at a very bad time because I was just getting ready to-"
"Darn brat! Quit being a pain and give us the short version!"
"Old fart!" Yuffie threw her pillow at Cid, but missed and hit Shera. "Ops, sorry!" Shera smiled and threw the pillow back. "Okay, well, Barret was attacked and I rescued him."
"Is that so? Looked more like you two stood there and got yer butts kicked."
This time Yuffie threw a rubber ball at Cid, but didn't miss.
Greasy whistled as he skipped and sauntered down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He was on cloud nine. He had survived a bad situation and was on his way home, and he'd eliminated two of hiss boss' adversaries. Three if Eddie got rid of the valentines. Eddies business often contradicted his boss' and Corbin's oil would add a significant amount of jingle to the big man's pockets. Yep, he'd done a good job. He continued his merry jig down the street until until he was hit upside the head.
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