Unexpectedly, Claude had already arrived at the Department of Sanitation building.
Meeting Demetrius directly, the latter was left dizzied on the ground as he struggled to recognize his assailant.
"My name is Claude. Mind telling me yours?" Claude asked the unexpected visitant.
On the Ground, Demetrius tried to get up without even trying to answer the other part. And so, with one finger, Claude pressed Demetrius shoulder down as he collapsed back to where he was laying.
"Again, will you tell me your name? Next time that I ask, I won't be so gentle." Claude's voice sounded ominous to the guy laying on the floor.
His mind and vision slightly coming back, he distinguished his situation. Deciding that there was no immediate way to fight back, he decided to stall for time answering the question.
"I'm.. Carlos." Demetrius lied. As long as he could detain this dude a bit longer, maybe he could find a way out.
Claude seeing his reply, laughed as he cocked his head back. Looking back at the man laying on the ground, Claude had a small smile as he spoke.
"I love when they don't tell the truth immediately. Especially today, as I need to blow some steam."
Claude looked at his chest and ripped Demetrius shirt. Sliding his finger over Demetrius' ribs, he counted.
"One, two, three!"
*CRACK*
A loud crack was heard as Claude pressed against Demetrius' chest. He had actually broken the latter's third rib.
Yelling loudly, Demetrius started to fidget on the ground as his chest was assaulted with pain, making his mind get mixed again as he lost concentration.
Putting a hand over Demetrius' mouth, Claude spoke.
"Now, now. Don't make too much noise, this room isn't really good for that. I just asked you a question, you didn't answer so I counted to three. I'm going to count again, this time you better answer it."
Claude spoke with such a calm in his voice, his tone was that of a lovely mother scolding her son for not telling the truth when asked. Of course, there were different punishments as a kid would receive a belt to the a$s and Demetrius got a broken rib.
"One, two.." Claude started to count as he slid his fingers over Demetrius' chest, as he stopped at his 6th rib, he was about to press when Demetrius interrupted.
"Okay, okay. My name is Demetrius..." He said with a short breath.
His blood was pulsing at enormous speeds as the adrenaline finally kicked and he got electric by the pain surrounding his chest.
"Now that's an answer that I was looking for. Second question, why are you assaulting the security room?" Claude continued asking questions.
"Common, man. Just let me go, it was a mistake." Demetrius tried to stall yet again.
Even if Claude didn't let him, but it would be more time until he answered it, creating more windows of opportunity.
"I told I was not going to asked again."
*CRACK*
Another rib was broken, this time the sixth rib of his right side.
"You know, there are only so many ribs that I can break. Exactly 12 on each side, and until now I have broken two. You only have 6 more opportunities before I count to three again and break a higher bone, for example, your neck." Claude's bone-chilling voice sounded in Demetrius' ears.
Still yelling because of his second broken rib, Demetrius took a while before he started to speak again.
"Fuuck. I'm here to delete the security camera videos. Fuuck, fuuck..." Demetrius replied with cursing between words as he felt great pain. At this point, he couldn't even move his right arm as it made his whole torso ache.
"Good boy. Now tell me why would you want to cover your tracks, what are you hiding?" Claude spoke with the same tone, demanding an answer, not asking anymore.
Demetrius was about reply with another bullshiit again, but one finger from Claude pressed against his ninth rib and Demetrius stopped what he was about to say.
Claude tilted his head as if saying, 'I dare you to bullshiit again'.
Seeing the threat was real, Demetrius loosed his tongue once again.
"One of our connections works here, I came to help dispose of him."
Immediately, a smirk rose on Claude's mouth. He thought about the jackpot that he just hit.
Nicholas had sent him to track the criminals that are responsible for the drug lab, and as he said it, it looked like their operation was compromised and they were trying to get rid of things related to them, that is why he was sent to this building. The Department of Sanitation had something to do with the disposal of toxins released by procedures involved in the drug production.
Now he just had to deliver this idiot in front of him to Nicholas and it would hopefully free him from that motherfuucker's fuucking ridiculous powers.
"What else were you supposed to do? And who else makes part of 'our connections'?" Claude asked trying to see if he could gain more points with that fuucking devil.
"Get rid of the connection's computer." Demetrius replied in a rushed tone as it became harder for him to speak.
"And~?" Claude inquired, pressing his finger on the ninth rib.
"And... I'm from the Bad Angels, he is just our client, he manages an operation with us and we offer support." Demetrius gave much more than he was asked this time, the pain in his ribs wanting to delay more pain as it was useless hiding something from this guy after telling this much already.
"Good boy. Now get up and show me his room."
As they were exiting the room, Demetrius finally saw what happened to the guard that was supposed to be here instead of Claude. The guard had his neck turned weirdly, his body was laying on the floor, his eyes open, and the apparent lack of breathing. Definitely dead.