#17: Independent Interrogation.

The Marauder didn’t even look up when Drake entered the interrogation room and sat down opposite him.

“So, Wayne is it?”
The Marauder said nothing.
“Sorry about shooting you last night, but I don’t tend to react well when someone is trying to brain me with a bike-chain.”
“Whaddaya want?” snarled Wayne.
“Just some information.”
“What makes you think I’m gonna tell you anything?”

“To the point? I want to meet with your leader. Our little run-in yesterday showed me that while the Marauders are an admirably spirited and tenacious lot, you aren’t very disciplined or skilled. I can change that. I’d like to offer my services to you as a fight instructor. I can teach you methods that even the police don’t know about.”

Wayne looked suspicious.
“How do I know you’re on the level?”

“I've already put three of your men in hospital and another three in holding cells. You know exactly what I’m capable of. With my help, you could even take on the mob. If you cooperate, you’ll be a free man tomorrow. I’ll see to it personally.”

Wayne thought for a while.

“Alright,” he said eventually. “We meet tomorrow night at Morrison’s Scrapyard, about three miles out of town. You can meet him there.”

“Thank-you,” said Drake, getting up to leave.

At the door, he turned and added “I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you Wayne. I’m not joining your gang, I’m taking it down and it’s all thanks to you. I’m a man of my word though, you’ll go free tomorrow.”

With that, Drake left the interrogation room, ignoring the barrage of curses from the Marauder.