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| - Previous: Black Bone Tower Part 24 St. Owen: Gregory? I hope to know that my ship has been prepared as I ordered. [Walked to the door and opened it to see not Gregory, but the Catman who looked up at him through his green sunglasses. On his burn marks, there were evidence of blond hair regrowing, but they were just stubble at the moment, and his guitar was strapped to his back, as always.] Wh-what? What is the meaning of this? Jiro: What's wrong, Owen? Surprised to see me? I survived your prestigious tournament,as it is well known to others. Didn't you receive word of my recovery? [Walked into his office and walked up to the window, his hand-like paws cupped together behind his back.] St. Owen: How dare you stride into my office, uninvited and expressly forbidden! Where is Gregory? [Looked out to his hallways, and living room] Jiro: Your servant has been given the rest of the day off, oh exalted and brilliant, St. Owen. St. Owen Dermont, who would never do something so gainly as lie about his tournament. His tournament which would never be a scam to lure pirates to their capture by lowly bounty hunters, or in this case, a private science facility that specializes in robotics and manufacturing of androids for the sole purpose of bounty hunting and capturing criminals. St. Owen: Hmph, so, you have come for me as the one who would collect on your bounties. What you don't know is that I have many underlings who-- Jiro: Who are tied up and hanging from your roof top, gagged and swinging in the wind. You've probably heard them knocking against your shingles once or twice at least. Ah, what have we here? [He walked over to a tea pot and cups on a small table near the window.] St. Owen: So, you have bested my men in your condition, that is quite admirable, now what do you plan to do? Jiro: Of course, I plan to indulge in this wonderful Fortnum and Mason tea blend. [Poured himself a cup and smelled it, as it was still freshly brewed and quite hot. He even added a bit of milk and two sugar cubes.] Why do you ask? St. Owen: You obviously know that I cannot allow you to leave this place, now that you know far too much for your own good! [Owen rolled up his sleeves to show his very muscular, toned forearms that bulged along with his heavy muscles underneath his shirt.] I will need to silence y-- Jiro: [Sip] Aahhhh such a rich flavor, I have always admired talent in brewing tea, how does Gregory get the leaf's full body in such a wonderful texture? Oh, and one other thing. I noticed early on, that "R" tattooed on your forehead. I have seen it before. Why exactly would you have it? St. Owen: I need not tell you anything, but since you are not going to be telling anyone anything, I suppose it is safe to say. I put it there as I joined the Revolutionaries, years ago. However, their ideals did not meet up with mine. Jiro finished his tea cup, and then looked at Owen sharply, as he did not like where this story was going. St. Owen: So I sold my small group of comrads to the Marines for a decent amount of money, and was able to capitalize on many others as time went on. Thus, my wealth grew to the point where I was able to do this on many other fronts, such as pirate tournaments which captured some of the higher bounties. It has been the most profitable business decision I ever m-- Jiro interrupted him by rolling up his own sleeve of his dress shirt, and on his arm, and there was an "R" imprinted on his fur at the part where his shoulder met his arm. St. Owen: What? A lowly pirate, a member of the Revolutionaries?! Jiro: And there are more of us. I have been looking for the traitorous scoundrels like you who sacrificed our brothers and sisters for personal gain! St. Owen Dermont, also known as Demoir, the muscle! My supervisors have given me permission to exact justice upon you, for the crimes you have committed, they have given me free reign to do so! St. Owen: Then the talking is done! Have at-- Jiro: Nekogenpou! HOUKOUUUUUUU!!!!! [His fierce and destructive roar blew in waves from his mouth, and were very visible as they distorted everything in the room and blew apart the desk, the chair, the pictures, the door frame, and the sword stand that was mounted on the wall, blasting them all to pieces.] St. Owen was taken completely off guard as the soundwave hit him, and he was blown through the threshold. As the door slammed behind him, he blasted through it, rendering it to nothing but splinters. He smashed into the wall of the hallway in that building, and came down hard onto a mini-table which held an expensive bottle of whiskey, and crystal glass set. The shards of glass imbedded into his back and ass, drawing blood that ruined his very expensive suit. Jiro: Now that I have your undivided attention. How do I get into the Black Bone Tower?
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