Venus watched with a bit of curiosity, as Ilda removed her glove and attended to the door. The redhead dragged a whining and struggling goon in, and shoved him roughly into the room, where he stumbled to the floor, while the redhead's pet fox sat on him and stared at a strange mark on his hand. It looked like a burn, and from the words of the fox, it seemed the burn was something that Ilda was responsible for. Ilda's response to her pet's words made Venus arch an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Well now, it seems we all have our own little dark secrets..." the Demon Slayer thought silently, as she rose to her feet and approached the sniveling goon.
"Well, hello there," she said rather congenially, squatting down beside the miscreant. He put on a tough face, but Venus could see he was scared. In some cases, like this one, she was certain, exposing him to more fear could reduce him to a shivering wreck, and as matters stood, Venus didn't think anything about her physical form was scary. It was time to play a mind game or two. "What's your business with Engineer Lockwood?" The thug ignored her question and turned to face the short engineer, who was quite unnerved at the sight of the hooligan in his house. "You think two little girls and a poodle will save you from the Black Gears?" he said in a shrill, hoarse voice. "We wanted a business deal with you, but you're too stupid to see an opportunity. Well, the boss wants you to hand over the blueprints for that engine thing, or there'll be trouble. And if any of you hurt me, you'll be sorry."
Lockwood was evidently cowed, but Venus wasn't. Seeing that the thug was growing more confident at observing the engineer's discomfort, the Demon Slayer prodded the goon more. "So the Black Gears send an inconsequential lackey to broker an inconsequential business deal with an inconsequential engineer?" she asked. Lockwood glared at her, but she pretended not to notice. "Inconsequential?!" the goon raved, his pride stung, momentarily forgetting his fear. "When we, the Black Gears get the blueprints of that engine component, we'll use them to upgrade our hover bikes to be the best and fastest in Motor City. You think that's inconsequential?" Venus looked surprised and a bit confused, so he pressed on, eager to express as much dominance as he could. "With the fastest vehicles in the city, even the stupid cops won't be able to interfere with us, and we'll be able to take over all the gangs in the city. Then when we have enough assets, we'll begin mass-producing inferior models of the engine, so that the economy of Motor City will eventually be dependent on us. You think that's inconsequential?".
"But the engineer said the device is too complex to be used by your likes, so it's of no use to you, and he won't give you the blueprints...", Venus said, sounding like one trying to hold on to her confidence. "Even if he doesn't give us the blueprints, we're already taking the prototype to our workshop, where we'll tear it apart and eventually figure out how you made it, all its secrets. Without the blueprint, it will take much longer, but we'll get it done...."
"Aaaand there you have it," Venus said happily, grinning at the goon, who suddenly realized that he had revealed the intentions of the gang, as well as the location of the prototype engine part. "See? It wasn't so hard. You're such a darling. I'd have probably kissed you if I wasn't scared of contacting an oral disease." She rose and turned to face Ilda. "Now we know where the component is, if Lockwood would be so kind as to tell us the location of the Black Gears' workshop." The engineer scribbled an address on paper and handed it over.
"So, what do we do with our fair guttersnipe?" she asked, prodding the goon's side with her boot.
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