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[inseine]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PasUnPolicier. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 246.01.094.30 *** PasUnPolicier has joined 246.01.094.30 <PasUnPolicier> This mail centre belongs to Javert. <PasUnPolicier> Be accurate and brief. <PasUnPolicier> I suggest you not test my patience with practical jokes and clowning around. <PasUnPolicier> I will return your notice shortly.

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[junosteel]

[Juno follows after Javert silently, shifting his coat sleeve slightly so it covers his missing left hand. If he shows that he's still good as new, maybe the captive might find him more intimidating. After all, Javert seemed to have escaped the poachers' grasp for now, and that is how they managed to capture him.

He carefully walks into the barn, keeping his left arm behind his back as he eyes the poacher with some caution.]

Wegener, huh? So the guy does have a name. Thought all of you guys were just cowards who refused to show their own faces.

[His tone is almost casual, as if he were talking to a friend. Despite this, there seems to be an edge to his voice. Juno pauses for a moment, taking a moment to let his eye flit around the room. The food, the blankets, the water....]

You're lucky, you know. You've spent all this time locked up here, and yet, you've barely been treated like a prisoner. [He kneels down, drawing closer to the poacher and glaring at him.] Of course, that can always be changed, can't it? Especially now that I'm here.

[He doesn't actually intend on hurting the man--at least, not too much. He's hoping that enough goading might tempt the poacher to talk. Even just an insult would do. Once he's got that hook, he knows how to keep pushing.]

[inseine]

[Javert bends his lean self against an old, half-rotted barrel, and silently picks at his teeth with his claws while Juno has a go with this man. He can follow the lead in an interrogation just as well as he can head one; he has no qualms with playing up his frightening manner around a piece of garbage human like Wegener.

Wegener curls his legs to his chest and stares at Juno flatly. His top lip is quivering, his ragged gaze hooded.]

I see what it is. The vampire's just been trying to fatten me for you, isn't that right? Think you're gonna share me???

[He tries to put on a brave face with a twitchy, haggard smile.]

Piss off. I don't got anything for you but what you see.

[junosteel]

[Juno can't help it--he lets out a single, harsh laugh, still staring down at the poacher. As he glares at him, all he can think about is the pained screams that echoed through the basement as he sat in the dark, waiting to be the next one, waiting to see what would happen, waiting to see if he could try to break out.

Wegener's retort only causes Juno's anger to flare up even more. His tone becomes more forceful, almost like a low growl.]

You think I'm going to eat you? [He lets out another snort, standing up straight and crossing his arms.] When we're done with you, you'll wish you had been eaten.

[This feels wrong. But he has to keep pushing forward--he can't let them hurt his friends again. He can't.]

I'm not going to be as pleasant as the dear inspector here, so either you fish something out of your big, stupid brain, or you get to deal with me.

[inseine]

[Wegener flinches.]

Will you keep it down? Sheesh, you don't need to yell! My ears need some tender lovin', if you know what I mean.

[Wegener attempts to wriggle to a more comfortable position and just ends up flopping on his side, his back to Juno. He resumes in a very quiet, smug little voice.]

Look. The vampire got the East Bavan place outta me, but that's all I got, and now I'm as good as dead no matter what you wanna do. What do you were-things like to do, tear people apart and pick their guts outta your teeth? Save some of the blood for ol' Fangs over there?

[Javert takes a moment to snort and bend close to Juno's ear for a murmur.]

Have you any thoughts about tying him up for an appeal to the local police? He has become a blathering waste-of-space so far as I can see.

[junosteel]

[A snarl forms on Juno's face, but he doesn't speak. He just listens to Wegener speak, his ears twitching in annoyance. Has this man been nothing but a massive waste of time? A dead-end that will never open, regardless of what he does or what trails he follows?

He takes a few steps back, trying to distance himself from the captive and possibly prevent him from overhearing the conversation. In a low mutter, he responds to Javert--]

That's probably the best course of action, as much as I hate to admit it. Put a sack over his head and cart him off to the cops.

[He rubs his eye, looking frustrated. At least Wegner can't see him right now.]

Have you looked into any other connections he has? His family, his friends--beyond the poacher circle, I mean.

[He feels like he's grasping at straws here, and he probably is. This last week has worn his spirit down to the quick, and the blood loss probably hasn't helped.]

ooooof and here I come crawling back from the holidays

[inseine]

There is nothing. I would place my bets on these scoundrels digging up the scum of the streets, gang members, no-names that would not be missed. Likely with promises of grandeur and riches, giving we beasts their what-for.

[He snorts, casting a grimacing side-eye back to Wegener. If the police do not take him, what would he squeal to the greater Poacher organization? Their options were terribly, awfully slim. Javert must find a way to ensure he is properly held.

But what if...]

We may still be in luck. [Javert shifts his piercing stare back to Juno.] Someone may try to collect him from a police holding cell, once word spreads that he is jailed.

[junosteel]

[Juno pauses for a moment, thinking over the plan presented to him.]

It's a long shot, but....

[He trails off, glancing towards Wegener. It's not like they have any other options, here--and he's willing to bet Javert is just as unwilling as he is to deal with him in their monstrous manner.

He straightens up a bit more, his ears twitching and his expression settling into something a bit more intimidating.]

Alright. Let me deal with this--I doubt he'll be willing to go if he knows where we're bringing him. Just play along, he'll be fine.

[He turns around, working up a snarl to address the human. With his good hand, he casually pulls his laser gun out of its holster. It's on stun, right now, but he doubts the poachers have seen any technology like this. It's not like he'd know the difference between an unloaded laser pistol and a loaded one. When he speaks, his tone is the equivalent of a confident swagger.]

You're a lucky guy, Wegener! Ol' fang-face over here's decided to let you live another day. [A pause. He lifts the gun a little higher, aiming it towards Wegener.] Of course, I'm not so equally generous. You spill about anything that we've talked to you about so far, and I'll be sure to track you down and make you regret setting foot in this business ever again.