You well-heeled big wheel [complete]

[ebony_mask]

Who: Black Mask and Dr. Tenma
When: 26 March, sometime after 6pm
Where: Basement of the Dungeon (sex club), sector 1
Summary: Black Mask (as J. Claude) discovers Tenma snooping around his establishment, takes him in for questioning
Warnings: Torture/interrogation (will be edited if need be)

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[surgicalshot]

The sharp slap to the face was enough to wake him up; enough to wake up the dead in his opinion, and he was trying to figure out how he got here. Last thing he could remember was going into another club for a routine check up for AGI, and now he was...here?

He clenched his jaw, eyes opening wide as he looked at the man in front of him. He was pretty sure he wasn't at the dentist's office.

"Who are you?" He looked familiar, but everything was a little fuzzy right now.

[ebony_mask]

He gave a humorless laugh, one that J. Claude would never give.

"Who am I? You're in my club, Doc. Did someone forget to do his homework?"

He patted Tenma's arm as if to reassure him. Despite the action, J. Claude's stiff facade and manner of speaking were quickly falling away.

"But don't worry. I'll introduce myself for a second time. My name is J. Claude. I also own an Italian restaurant...Capri. You may have heard of it. Delicious food, if I say so myself. Anyway," he moved back, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm gonna need you to answer a few questions for me. There are a few ways we can go about doin' things. Some are easier than others, some more painful than others, but in the end, I'll get my answers."

[surgicalshot]

He just stared at him for a moment; just because he'd been to his club didn't mean he really knew the man that well. Dealing with bouncers, with security, and with the other employees, but he'd never made it near the man at the top of it.

But then again, it wasn't a hard face to miss. J. Claude. He had his name written in his... oh shit. In his notebook.

"Ah...I think there was a misunderstanding, here," Tenma said quickly. "I work for AGI, not against it."

[ebony_mask]

Roman loved this part. The confusion, then the dawning of realization on the victim's face, the panic...hell, he loved every aspect of what he did. This one was gonna be fun. After strapping down the unconscious doctor, Roman had looked through Tenma's notebook. A brief perusal told him most of what he needed to know.

"Oh, no, Dr. Tenma. You were absolutely right in coming here. I'm a little surprised it took you this long."

Roman moved away from the doctor toward a metal cart laden with tools. He picked up a scalpel, holding it at eye level. It caught a glimmer of light. His eyes flicked from the implement to Tenma's.

"Body disposal is a lost art to hired goons in this city, apparently. It's kind of embarrassing, but fuck it. What's done is done, right? I got rid of those slackers weeks ago."