Here's another one for ya. Actually, this chapter was really satisfying to read

Iason went over the security footage from the day that Riki was dropped at his doorstep. The mongrel that brought him was tall, and he had long brown hair. The Blondie smiled. Even in Ceres long hair wasn't popular, it would be easy to track him down. He printed off a hologram of Guy and stuck it in his pocket before leaving to find the rapist.

The moment Daryl arrived in the slums Iason told him to stop. He didn't know where to start, so he decided that the edge of Ceres was as good a place as any. The Blondie got out of the car and sauntered up to a group of teens leaning against the wall. They eyes him warily and one of them actually jumped when Iason spoke.

"Have you seen this mongrel?" He asked in a loud voice ot make sure he had their attention. Then he pulled the hologram out of his pocket and pushed a button so that a 3-D image of Guy popped up.

The boy who jumped stood up straight and started to say, "Oh, yeah that's Guy!" But one of his friends elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.

"Never seen him, Blondie." The oldest looking one said. "Why do you need a mongrel anyways? Leave us alone and go back to your palace."

Iason sighed. Apparently this was going to be harder than he thought. "I have credits. I'll pay you to tell me where he can be found."

The jumpy one looked at his friends pleadingly, but they shook their heads. "We won't give up one of our own for any price. You may not, but we have a sense of pride here in the slums." Then the two oldest started walking away. The younger one looked at Iason and bit his lip, wondering if he should say something or not. Then his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled down the alley by his friends.

Iason's eye twitched. It couldn't matter to them what happened to Guy. He turned back to the car and got in. "Where did you take Riki?" He asked of his furniture.

Daryl thought a moment and then answered, "Some bar, I can't remember the name. But I think I can remember where it is."

Iason nodded. If Guy was a friend of his pet's then they must have hung out together before… it happened. "Take me there." He commanded before sitting back and running a hand through his hair.

The place Daryl brought Iason was a decrepit looking club. The Blondie wrinkled his nose and said to his furniture, "I'll be back in one hour, meet me here." He wanted to get as much searching done as he could.

The furniture nodded and when Iason got out and shut the door he drove off, setting a timer on his watch to remember to return. The Blondie went inside the club and sent glares to anyone who stared around him.

He went to a group of mongrels, all drinking and laughing about someone. "Have you seen him?" They genuinely didn't know. Neither did another large group. The club wasn't very crowded and within half an hour Iason had asked everyone about the long haired man and either nobody knew him or nobody was talking.

The boy working behind the bar and some of the waiters knew him, but they couldn't say when he came in or where he lived. And they didn't have his brand of wine, so the Blondie had no choice but to go out into the streets again.

He was going to walk around to block to clear his head and see if he could ask anyone else. But he hadn't gone more than ten steps when he felt a hand slipping into his pocket. Quickly Iason grabbed and squeezed it hard enough to break a bone. The boy who was foolish enough to pickpocket him screamed and tried to pull away.

The Blondie frowned when he saw that it was the jumpy boy from earlier. He let go and pinned him against the wall to stop him from running. Yet he wasn't as harsh as he could be, seeing that the boy couldn't be older than fourteen.

"Where' is Guy?" He asked loudly. The kid had to know something.

"He… AAAH, he lives... in the building down… the street….!" The kid managed to say. Iason let go of him.

"Are you sure?" The Blondie's voice was dangerous. "How do you know?"

The kid slid down the wall, cradling his injured hand. He didn't say anything, he just sobbed. A few tears leaked down his face. Iason would normally be disgusted, but seeing someone so young reminded him of his own child that would have been. 'This boy is somebody's baby.' The Blondie reminded himself.

With a sigh he pulled two thousand credits out of his pocket and held it out to the boy. His eyes went wide and he snatched it away with his good hand before Iason could change his mind. " Apartment 1003. He'll be in there now." He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Then the boy stood and took off down the street, running while trying to stuff the money into his pocket with his good hand.

Iason looked at the building that the boy had pointed out. He hoped that he was right, the Blondie wanted to exact his revenge and do it before the day was done. He went inside and considered knocking on the door, but it would dirty his gloves and possibly alert Guy that he was there. So he simply kicked down the door and walked in.

Instantly the mongrel sitting on the couch sprung up and turned to face Iason. "Who the hell are you?" He asked angrily. Then when he saw the blonde hair his eyes went wide. "Ohh… please don't tell me you know Riki…" Guy was suddenly fearful. The Blondie didn't say anything; he just leapt forward and grabbed the man by the arm and twisting him around so he was pinned to the ground.

Guy started screaming apologies and begging for Iason to let him go. The Blondie said to him, "Did Riki beg to be let go? Did he beg for you to stop? Did he try to push you away? And yet you still beat and raped him. I'm just going to return the favor."

He reached down and grabbed Guy's other arm, pulling it up until the mongrel screamed in pain. Then he pulled sharply, hearing a crack as the shoulder came out of the socket. There was more screaming, so Iason looked around for something he could gag him with. Then he saw the roll of silver duct tape on the floor. He ripped off a piece and put it over Guy's mouth, muffling his screams.

"That was for raping my pet." He said, indicating the arm. Then he flipped the mongrel over and punched him hard in the chest. He felt a rib crack under his knuckles, but that didn't stop him. Iason kept hitting him and hitting him, taking out all of his anger and rage on the person who caused it all. "This is for sending him to the hospital in a coma!" His voice raised and his eyes flashed dangerously. The mongrel now had several cracked ribs and from the way he was wheezing, possibly a punctured lung. Guy was beyond screaming, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"And this…" Iason said, putting his foot on Guy's groin. "… You killed my son. Riki's baby. And so I'm going to make sure that you're never able to be a parent either. This is for my dead child." With that he stomped down hard, he himself wincing when the mongrel screamed. Luckily it didn't last long. Nobody could withstand that much pain without passing out.

Iason looked over his handiwork and figured that Guy would die within the hour if he didn't receive immediate medical attention. So he just left him, locking the door behind him so that nobody could get in to the apartment if they wanted. He whistled softly to himself as he left the building. The mongrel's blood stained the front of his otherwise immaculately white suit, so people avoided looking at him, figuring he was dangerous.

Daryl was waiting at the club when Iason got there. The Blondie climbed into the car and as soon as the door shut the furniture took off. "To the hospital?" He asked timidly.

Iason looked down at himself and realized the blood. "No. To the tower first, I must wash. But be ready because I will want to go visit Riki as soon as I'm done." The furniture nodded once and complied.