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Ares Interrogation – Arnold Friezbach

Subject:  [color=ed1c24][b][u]Kyuzo Kovacs[/u][/b][/color].

July 15 2073.  22:23.  [color=39b54a]Arnold Friezbach contacted Corporate Liason via Matrix with whereabouts of wanted subject [color=ed1c24]Kyuzo Kovacs[/color].  Confirming details specific to subject and sharing information that was reliable and seemed valid, a QRF was sent to East Burbank in Chicago.  [/color]

July 15 2073.  22:25.  [color=39b54a]Friezbach was instructed to have both himself and Kovacs at a specified room, in a specified hotel at a specified time.  Friezbach confirmed.[/color]

July 16 2073.  06:35.  [color=39b54a]Upon arrival, room was empty aside from miscellaneous clothing and drug paraphernalia.  [u][color=9e0b0f]Contents destroyed[/color][/u].[/color]

July 16 2073.  06:37.  [color=39b54a]All finances, including reward for information, drained from all of Friezbach’s accounts to unmarked credstick.[/color]

July 16 2073.  06:39.  [color=39b54a]Secure message to Corporate Liason gives alleged room number of Friezbach.[/color]  

July 16 2073.  06:52.  [color=39b54a]After magical, EOD sweep of room, and drone recon, team enters room.[/color]

July 16 2073.  06:52.  [color=39b54a]Subject Friezbach found missing arm, weak vitals.  Stabilized prior to moving to Ares for treatment and debrief.  It is noted that view from current rooms affords full view of room that was designated to Friezbach.  Items gathered from room.  [u][color=9e0b0f]Contents destroyed[/color][/u].[/color]  

July 18 2073.  08:00.  [color=39b54a]Parcel received at security head quarters in Michigan, addressed to James Chavez, Corporate Johnson (of which no record shows up in Ares employment records).  Box is opened.  Contents:  arm matching that missing from subject Friezbach.  [u][color=9e0b0f]Contents destroyed[/color][/u].[/color]

July 18 2073.  15:27.  [color=39b54a]Magic and drugs successful in bringing subject Friezbach out of coma and into consciousness.  [/color]

<<< Hand held, high quality video feed cuts to the inside a of blank, grey and silver room.  An elf is in a chair with what looks like a sling on one of his arms.  He’s extremely pale, with many machines and IVs hooked up to him.  A man’s voice says “ok, try it.”  

It is not known what happens, but several seconds later, the form lurches forward in the chair.  Only restrained at the waist and ankles he thrashes about and begins screaming.  “No, he's cutting my fucking ARM.  NO NO MY FUCKING ARM PLEASE STOP.”  In a flash, his free hand moves to the sling, ripping and tearing at it.  Blood starts to flow freely, spurting onto the floor.

Several individuals move to restrain him, at which points he begins smashing the back of his head violently about the metal head rest, immediately drawing blood.

“FUCK NO PLEASE NOT MY ARM.  STOOOOP AAAAAAAAAAAAH.  MAKE IT STOP!”  

Video feed cut. >>>

July 18 2073.  15:33.  [color=39b54a]Information deemed irretrievable from subject.  Combination of trauma and the magical and pharmaceutical means used to induce consciousness may have proved too much.  [u][color=9e0b0f]Contents destroyed[/color][/u].[/color]

[b][color=8dc73f]End report.[/color][/b]
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Sitting inside of the small coffin hotel in Chicago, slightly anxious but also set in his course.  He didn’t KNOW what was about to happen, but he KNEW what was about to happen.  Part angry, part sad, and also part resolved, he sat and waited.  

Ignoring the slight bumping behind him, he watched the room across the street.  His current position afforded him a great view of the front and back exits and also the room that he had rented out under a commonly used alias he used to run under in Detroit.  

He thought back to a quote he remembered from his brief childhood.  “[color=f7941d][i]The choices you have made in your life have brought you here.[/i][/color]”

He looked back as there was another dull bang, sighing at the elf tied in the chair.  His legs, arms, body, and neck were all heavily taped to the chair and a quick gag was placed in the elf’s mouth.  He leaned back in the chair and removed the gag.  He’s paid a street mage to cast a silence spell over the room, but he still played it cool.  “[color=0072bc][b]Raise your voice, Kaz cut out yer tongue and eat it.[/b][/color]”

Not waiting for a reply, you know, the gag and all, he removed it and let the elf talk.  His voice came out quickly and panicked.  “Please.  Look.  Kaz man, you know I didn’t tell them anything.  I swear, on my family, I didn—“  

Kyuzo smashed a fist into Arnold’s chest, definitely knocking the wind out of him, maybe cracking a rib or two.  “[color=0072bc][b]Lie again, Kaz make sure you not able to tell more lies.[/b][/color]”

“I don’t understand, why you think it was me Kaz.  You even said man, I was the only person you trusted.  You said you were the only person in Chicago you’d talk to.  We ran together, bled together, what the fuck man.”

That was when Kyuzo saw them.  Two unmarked black vans.  To anyone not looking for something out of place, it could have been nothing.  But to someone looking for Corp paid hit, seeing two vans on two separate sides of the building, it was fairly obvious that something was up.  A large chunk of the world wouldn’t know one hit squad from another.  In fact, some may have even confused this cleaning squad for a group of Runners.  No.  This was an Ares and Knight Errant hit squad, fresh off the rotor from Detroit.

Kyuzo sighed.  He had liked Arnold.  A little.  Maybe he still did.  It’s fragged what enough nuyen can make you do to someone you care about.

“[color=0072bc][b]Kaz also told Arnold, Arnold is only person Kaz tell about Detroit[/b][/color].”

He looked at Arnold who had no idea what was happening across the street.  “[color=0072bc][b][u]Only[/u].  [u]Person[/u].  Only person in Detroit.  Chicago.  Missouri.  Only.  Person.  Kaz ork.  Kaz not stupid.[/b][/color]”

Arnold could see by following Kyuzo’s gaze that he was looking at the building across the street and he put two and two together.  Kyuzo could see the metaphorical wheels spinning as he tried to come up with another lie or excuse, but he spoke first.

“[color=0072bc][b]No worry, Kaz not kill you Arnold.  The Corps, well, they may find Arnold and kill him, but you know, playing with fire and that.  But.[/b][/color]”  He pulled out a thick rubber tube and a stick, wrapping it around the shoulder of Arnold.  It took a moment to understand and he panicked.  Hard.  He tried to kick, push, roll, everything.  

Yeah.  He knew what was coming.

“Kaz Kaz, no man, no man, no!  Please.  There’s no point man.  I’ll get some ware.  Man, my arm will be better it’s a waste don’t do this man.  Kaz Kaz, no do—,” he was cut short be the gag being placed back in his mouth roughly.

“[color=0072bc][b]Arnold.  You may get better arm, Kaz not know[/b][/color].”  He lifted up the elf’s chin so that the two were looking into each other’s eyes.  

“[color=0072bc][b]But Kaz never, ever forget feeling his arm cut off.  Not one day.  Now.  Neither will you[/b][/color].”

Even with the gag, up until the elf passed out, Kyuzo realized that he made the right decision paying that street mage for a silence spell…