Pick the Corpse Clean (GM/Taerra)

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra looked around at his question, not entirely certain they would find anything more of use, but... She knew that right now they hadn't been thorough. "Probably won't hurt to spend a few extra minutes. Tip the cabinet with me, see if anything fell behind?"

She probably could have handled it on her own, but...there was no sense in straining her stitched side. She sidled over to it and quickly checked the other drawers before topping the darn thing with Jeremiah.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah nodded, following after her to help throw the cabinet over. Behind it, there were more toasted files, unreadable, and a photo. In it was Mathew Amtrum, Bastille Amtrum...and in the background, Sean Barker. Taken from the Polaroid.

Jeremiah scowled.

"Your business partner seems to have turned on you. Lets hope he's alive so he can answer for that."

He would turn and kick over the Storm Dragons chair, a little pissed to learn the Dragons were traitors.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Looking over the picture, Taerra bristled. She didn't have words for it, so she said nothing. Times like these it would have been nice to have some kind of feline parts to show her displeasure.

Jeremiah's lash at the chair caused her to look over the spot it had been...and circle around the rest of the room, carefully stepping to avoid the worst of the mess.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

As she moved around the room, she would note a map....which had several locations detailed on it. It was scribbled over in permanent marker but....might be salvageable in the future. Jeremiah followed her this time, staring at it.

"You know...we soak that thing in a warm tub of dish soap, a lot of that might fade."

He would read up and take it down.

The doors slammed shut. Attached to the map was a cord, which bolted and locked them inside, in the dark.

"Shit."

[Kyrie Blaze]

He had a poi—

She started as the door slammed and audibly locked, then managed a groan. Or maybe it was a growl.

"...oh you are just a treat." Taerra groused, pulling off her clothes and tossing them at Jeremiah's head. He hadn't moved, so, chances are she'd hit her mark.

After that she shifted...and hacked a cough before sneezing.

Much, much worse in feline form. And no fresh air with the door being closed, but, at least now she could likely see a great deal more than she could have as a human. Even in the dark. And hopefully the scent of urine and feces wouldn't be enough to crowd out any sort of hint as to where there might be a way out. Because really. If there was a mechanism to shut the damn door, those that put it in place to begin with would have made an escape they would have known about.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"It's not my faugh-"

His voice was muffled as her warm clothes hit him, and his eyebrows went up. She was getting naked? Girl right right to business. Then he heard the bones popping...and he understood. She was gonna tinker. He listened, removing the clothes from his face before his eyebrows shot up.

"SON OF A BITCH! THEY ARE STRIPPING MY BIKE!"

He ran at the door, trying to kick it down amidst the sounds of his bike being torn apart.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD!"

He tried to kick again...but the door was like a rock. He bared his teeth. Bastards. He'd fucking kill them.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Jeremiah's yell was distracting. The cougar turned to watch his shadowed form lunge at and slam into the door. She turned back to the wall the map had been attached to and would sink her claws into it, ripping and rending where the cord fed out from it, as she assumed that there would be some kind of mechanism in the wall itself, which likely meant the walls were gyprock and would easily come apart beneath her powerful claws to reveal whatever was below. Perhaps it could be reversed from the source.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

As she tore at the wall, she would feel cables in the mouth, ripping the ropes in two. The latch on the door clicked open, as its lock wasn't flipped but rigged into place. As Jeremiah kicked again, it burst open...but it was a little too late. The seven men tearing apart his bike scattered, and there were parts everywhere. Parts missing....it looked like a frame.

They all ran in different directions, but Jeremiah picked one and took off, grabbing him by the collar and putting his ass to the floor, where he dropped the brake lines. He seemed terrified.

"Don't hurt me-!"

Jeremiah punched his smarmy ass in the face.

"Shut the fuck up! Where is my shit!"

The guys nose bled, but he smirked, dropping the scared act.

"Fuck you dude!"

Jeremiah growled....then turned, looking for Kitty. He hoped she was hiding in the dark...just for the menacing aspect.

"Here kitty kitty kitty."

[Kyrie Blaze]

With the lock clicking and Jeremiah busting the door down...and then the sounds of scrambling and running, Kitty didn't stay in the dark. With a roaring scream, she shot from the building not more than a few seconds after Jeremiah.

Eyes flicked before she chose a different target and tore after the person, stretching her feline body and pushing her speed to the limit in a dead sprint.

She would leap if she got close enough, aiming to pounce on the person's back to bring 'em down with her teeth closing around the back of the human's neck. Holding but not yet puncturing.

Not yet crushing.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah heard a scream, and a choking crunch...then turned his eyes back to the man, whose eyes looked down the alley that Taerra was down. His smile faded as he heard the noises, and Jeremiah spoke quietly.

"You hear that? Thats the sound of my friend, tearing out one of your buddies throats. Kitty doesn't like it when people lock her in small rooms...and likes to let them know by dragging them around by the neck. Wanna see?"

He would lift the man bodily and drag him off toward the street, to wait for Taerra.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Resisting the impulse to shake her capture and snap his neck, Taerra's ears flickered. She growled, low, a definite warning to the human she had captured. Stepping off his back and not caring she had probably broken several ribs at the very least, she carefully lifted her head.

Her teeth found a more firm grip and she carefully turned, beginning to drag the body beneath her, her steps wider to compensate for the fact she had a human body being dragged between her legs.

Her eyes were focused on Jeremiah and his catch. And more on the latter, at that. She wouldn't even flinch if her human started to struggle.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

The man choked, coughing and pissing himself as the cougar held him. His eyes were wide with terror and he wanted to escape but...it had him by the throat! He held still...releasing his mechanical catch to the ground.

The man Jeremiah held stared, his own eyes widening...before he started to struggle.

"ITS A FUCKING COUGAR! RUN YOU DUMB SHIT! LET ME GO!"

Jeremiah held him firmly, his massive, trash-can sized hands on the back of his neck.

"This is my friend. I call her kitty. She's gonna eat and kill your friend. We're gonna save you for later...unless you tell me where your friends are meeting."

The man started to cry.

"Please stop...please just let me go..."

Jeremiah would scowl as this man wet himself too.

"Your right to be scared. Tell me where my shit is."

The man would swallow, throat dry. The guy that Taerra held let out a small, raspy "Help-!" before falling silent in the jaws clamped around his neck. He was crying too, but silently, tears rolling down his cheek.

"I don't know where your stuff is! We have radios...we get the location later, in case one of us is caught!"

Jeremiah would speak quietly.

"Where is the radio?"

The man was silent.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Disgusting.

The cougar's muzzle wrinkled at the smell but she soon dragged her catch away from the worst of his piss. She drew to a stop a foot or so away so the two could have some serious bonding time by staring into each others' terrified eyes.

The non-response drew a muffled yowl from the mountain lion before her front paw flashed out, claws raking the face of Jeremiah's man. Not enough to cause serious harm for now.

It was her way of encouragement.

Jeremiah got the "love taps" because she hadn't unsheathed her claws on him. This guy got no such favours.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

The man shrieked, his face ripping open and a fracture opening on his cheek bone. He screamed again after, to which jeremiah would reach around and clench the front of the mans throat, choking him and cutting off his next scream.

"You fucked with the wrong man. Now, I'm gonna start beating the shit out of you in the next five seconds, and your gonna swallow a lot of blood, before Kitty starts pulling your limbs off."

The mans lip quivered as blood ran down his cheeks.

"O-Okay....It's on front street, Brindfeld apartments, 2a. Just please don't kill m-"

Jeremiah threw an elbow to the back of the mans head, knocking him out. He would let Taerra do what she wished with the other man, kill him or no, but jeremiah planned to keep this one alive, in case he lied, or it was a trap.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra had little and less use for her man, though Jeremiah knocking his out spared hers from an even more horrific death than he was about to experience. Without ceremony, her jaws closed to crush her prey's neck. There was a satisfying spurt of blood and the crunch of bones before she gave the man a vigorous shake to snap his neck.

She would drop the body with nothing more than a blink.

No use for a second hostage. He might have gotten noisy when they dragged him to this place and that wouldn't have been beneficial in the slightest. She could have made an example of him there, but, if they didn't know where she was coming from or even that there was a large mountain lion coming for them...then she had all the advantage.

She stared at Jeremiah, eyes bright and muzzle stained with blood.