Chapter 363: Haunson’s Interrogation
Jace was rubbing his hand as he watched Haunson wake up in a chair. Jace had tied him to the chair using duct tape. There were a few things that Jace had to ask the man with an excessive amount of gas in him.
Jace’s hand had a few spots on his hand that were clearly scared and blemished. It was a weird feeling. He had an excessive amount of regeneration that made it so he could regenerate even a severed limb. But for some reason he could tell these injuries were not just affecting his skin and body and something else. He could tell the same for the side injury. It had already healed over but there was now a scar there as well. He had a feeling that if he cut at the injury it would heal with scar again.
Almost like the creature injured something far more important than his body. He would have to look into it later. It might be related to that stuff that Director Fenrir always told him about. All that meditation and balance stuff. He just had a feeling it was related to it.
Haunson woke up slowly at first before flinching as he realized he was tied to a chair. "What in the-" He stopped when he saw Jace. "You bastard! Don’t you know who I am? If Mistress White hears about this, you are dead!" Haunson started.
Jace raised an eyebrow and then looked around. Haunson followed his look and went still as he noticed the bodies, gore and the destruction in the room. To be fair not all of it was Jace’s fault. But Haunson did not need to know that.
His eyes widened as he looked between Jace and the destruction before nervously chuckling. He even gave a half-hearted and terrified smile. "Ha ha... Just kidding. How can I help you? What do you need to know?"
"Who came up with this Silver Tinge group? Who approached you about joining?" Jace asked, starting off with the normal questions that he only slightly cared about.
"Myself and a bunch of other lieutenants of other groups came up with the plan. We have a monthly poker game that we play. One of us joked about taking control from our bosses. But as we discussed it, we realized it was possible. So we started working on a plan to take control of the underworld aboard the Princess’s Pride." Haunson explained as he chuckled nervously. Still clearly hiding something.
"Okay, what did a moron like you contribute to the plan? Because I doubt you all would have done it without a foolproof plan." Jace pointed out and saw a trace of worry grace Haunson’s expression.
"Nothing I contributed- Arrgh!" He screamed in pain as Jace pulled his knife out and stabbed it into Haunson’s knee.
"Try again. The truth this time." Jace told him as he moved back leaving the blade in Haunson’s knee.
Haunson breathed heavily as he stared at the blade. Its presence is a clear threat that he would injure him further if he lied. "Mistress White’s wife. I black mailed her with evidence about her past. How she was a noble and she was a prostitute from a young age."
Jace frowned. "Was that really enough?" He asked as he reached for the knife. "Or are you leaving something out?"
Haunson flinched and looked between Jace’s hand and the knife. "Umm... there was- Oh! That’s right. It was weird, at first the blackmail did not work. I approached and threatened her with the information. But she scoffed at me before leaving, telling me she planned to have me killed for my assumption. But then later that day she called me later and offered to sleep with me and cover our actions from White." Haunson explained with a chuckle.
Jace’s hand froze and he frowned. That was sounding like she had a complete change in personality. There was no way she would have done a complete three sixty and even added extra on top. Then there were the Mistress White’s guards’ words about her sleeping around with business men and wealthy individuals.
Mistress White’s wife would more likely have some sort of trauma relating to sexual contact so she would be a lot less promiscuous than she seemed to be. Which fits his idea that her entire personality changed. Jace thought for a moment and turned to look at the puddle of white goo with the shards of blue core that he crushed.
Originally when he crushed it it was white. But it seemed to change color after a while. While the goo had become more sticky and less fluid. The surfaces the goo touched were also slowly decaying with the floor having already visibly rusted around it.
"So are you going to let me go? Heh..." Haunson nervously chuckled as Jace was distracted pulling his attention back to the man.
Jace took a deep breath and then shook his head, "no." He then pulled the knife out of Haunson’s knee and it had sliced through Haunson’s neck by the time that Haunson had begun to open his mouth. Jace stepped away from the body as Haunson’s head fell off his body. Rolling across the ground as a spout of blood shot up into the air.
Jace wiped his knife on his sleeve to clean it as he walked to the controls. "Jace we are done here we opened the cages and let the kidnapped people out. Let’s head out of here."
"Understand, move to the doors and we will get out of here. I will put the trigger for the alert on a delay so we have enough time to get out of here before the police and military show up in response." Jace explained as he entered the code and began removing all traces of his digital presence from the system.
For now he should probably avoid telling Mistress White that her wife was likely replaced by a shapeshifting alien. It would be better to figure out what he was dealing with before he confronted the issue at hand. So for now he would wait on this information.
But Jace was feeling a bit underwhelmed from his interrogation of Haunson. He had spilled his information so easily. So Jace did not get a chance to really play with him.