Chapter 242: Bust a Cat in your ass
Michael exits the buildings and wipes his hands on his trousers, the 'questioning' had gone fairly well, only forcing him to slap the guy once to get him to start talking. He'd eagerly handed over the Halkeginia coins that'd been stolen, afterwards offering the information that he'd purchased them at a fence recently.
Apparently, the guy was going to sell them in Solitude where he knew some coin collectors to be located. If that failed, he was going to head to Markarth to see if any historians would want them. Michael let the guy off after this, not wanting to imprison someone for 'accidentally' purchasing stolen goods.
With that, Michael made his way to the fence where he'd bought the coins, the stench of blood intensifying the closer he got to it. There were many entrances leading inside the strange underground area, but he just took the most commonly used one, a hole with a ladder underneath an isolated tree.
He clambers down and walks through the tunnel until he comes out into an underground clearing with almost every inhabitant turning their eyes to him. Michael ignores them for now and follows the scent of his target, eventually finding a small hovel where he could hear whispers from.
Michael rolls his shoulders and afterwards kicks down the door with a great deal of force. The hinges are blown off and splinters scatter, causing the three people in the room to hit the deck thinking an explosion had occurred.
Michael walks inside and glares at the people, two of which were wearing the Thieves Guild armour. A grey-haired Khajiit and a non-descript-looking Nord, along with a familiar Redguard who Michael could have sworn he'd dealt with days ago. "So, which one of you fucks stole from Valga? Go on, speak up and don't be shy. This beating is reserved for all three of you anyway." he says, cracking his knuckles.
"You. Do you intend to cause me more trouble than you already have?" Shakeesh, the Redguard angrily asks, his hand dropping to his sabre
Before Michael can say anything however, the Khajiit speaks up, "Quiet now, this one will deal with it." the cat says as he places a hand on his chest, "Jotdarra is the one who stole the Imperial's gold, he will take responsibility for it."
Michael snorts, "Oh? Didn't think I'd ever run into a self-sacrificing thief... I'm sorry to say you'll all be getting tossed in prison though." he states, only then realising that the Khajiit had slipped his fingers into a pouch on his chest. "Shoc-!" he shouts a fraction of a second too late as the Khajiit slams a pellet onto the floor, the thing exploding and covering everything in blue-tinted smoke.
Michael's training with Riki allows him to avoid breathing any of it in, but it doesn't prevent it from concealing his targets.
"RUN!" he hears the Khajiit shout, Michael following the cat's voice out of the hovel. The Khajiit was far faster than he'd anticipated, skillfully manoeuvring through the small crowd while 'accidentally' shoving people into Michael's path.
He'd catch the cat eventually, the Vessel of the Hunt guaranteed it, but it still meant that the Redguard and the other thief would get away. He ignores that for now though and uses Blink to appear in front of Khajiit. The thief's reactions are fast though, his claws darting out and almost catching Michael in the eyes.
"Piece of shit. Hex!" he casts, turning the fleeing cat into a chicken, allowing Michael to give it a hard punt. It flies into the air, one of its wings breaking and bending the wrong way, once the spell ends and returns it back to human-er, cat form. The Khajiit lands on his feet with one crippled arm and a heavy limp on one foot.
"A-ah! T-this one surrenders! Surrenders!" the thief exclaims as they fall over at the sudden pain all across their body, he tries to catch himself with his arm, only for it to bend under the weight, worsening the injury further.
A wave of pleasure washes over Michael at this, the adrenaline of the hunt mixing with a large boost of dopamine, almost giving him an erection on the spot. "The fuck!?" he mentally exclaims and quickly realises that the Vessel of the Hunt had caused it... The scent of blood was gone, by the thrill of the hunt remained, making him want to pick another target...
He smacks himself in the cheek hard, and quickly stores the Vessel of the Hunt in his inventory, ignoring the 'moan' coming from Derflinger... Could a sword orgasm? Because it certainly sounded like it.
Once he recomposes himself, he rips down the hood of the Khajiit to get a better look at him and begins dragging him towards the jailhouse. Proof wasn't really needed in this situation, especially since the guy was wearing Thief Guild armour... If that wasn't damning he didn't know what was.
"So, anything else the Thieves Guild is planning in Falkreath?" Michael questions as he uncaringly pulls the cat up the ladder, ignoring the yelps of pain as he bounces around and collides with the sides of the hole.
"T-this one knows nothing!"
Michael shrugs, "Yeah well, the guards'll probably have something to say about that. Just remember, me and mine are off-limits for you cunts. Try and steal from my friends again and we'll be having trouble, tell that to your buddies when they come to visit you in jail." he states, knowing that there was like a fifty percent chance that the Thief would be out of jail soon enough. Thievery was a small crime, one that could be ignored if enough gold was involved...
"J-Jotdarra understands!"
Michael nods, "Good, I thought you'd see it my way." for now at least.
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