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        “Now what?” Gloria asked moving up behind him. She stood in front of the Were feet braced shoulder width apart.
        “Now we beat the shit out of him until he tells us what we want to know,” Adam said, knowing full well the Were was awake now. Gloria looked up at Adam and smiled.
        “Best idea you’ve had all day.” She approached the Were. He finally looked up and noted Gloria coming at him. He lurched back.
        “Hold on, were going to give him a chance to talk first. If he cooperates then fine, if not then you can beat the shit out of him.” Adam pulled a chair up and waved Gloria over. She moved to stand behind his right shoulder.
       “Now, Pauly I believe it was? Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Adam asked sweetly.
        “Fuck you,” he replied.
        “That’s not very nice. Why don’t you tell me some more about your time in Yosemite? I here it’s lovely in the Fall,” Adam taunted him a bit.
        “Fuck. You.” Pauly glared daggers at Adam. His face turned an interesting shade of red. His hair was shorn close to his scalp but was growing in an almost white blonde, and the contrast looked ridiculous.
        “You keep that up and I’m going to assume you enjoyed Gloria beating the shit out of you.” Adam no sooner spoke the words than Gloria snapped her impact baton to full length. Pauly was saved by an interrupting knock at the door.
        “Whoa, don’t let the crazy bitch near me! Where did she even pull that thing from?!” Pauly was practically having a seizure in the chair to keep Gloria from touching him. Adam got up to check the door. He heard a quiet “Yeah, man, where did she get that thing?” from Claude.
        “Who is it?” He looked through the peep hole. There were three men stationed at the outside of the door.
        “Master Orleans sent us.” The lead Were said quietly. Adam opened the door to wave them in.  They trailed in and took in the scene playing out with Gloria and Pauly. She was now caressing him with the baton.
        “Pauly Nickols. My, you do get around, don’t you?” One of the Weres said, laughing.
        “You know him, then?” Adam asked.
        “Oh yeah. We go way back, don’t we, Pauly? This fucker has the worse luck in the world, I swear.” The Were chuckled. He held out his hand. “Chris Totopolos. This is Derick Hamilton and Brandon Nakata.” Adam shook hands with the males and then introduced Gloria, Claude, and Dominic. They all exchanged handshakes, except Gloria who wouldn’t put the baton down.
        “Let me guess. All your getting from Pauly is “Fuck you’s and Blow me’s?” Chris asked.
       “Well we hadn’t got to 'Blow me' yet, but yes. You clearly have some experience with his pleasant demeanor,” Adam said. Chris turned to Derick and reached his hand out for his bag. He reached inside and pulled out a case, fiddling with things inside the bag.
       “You wanna see something great?” Chris asked.
        “Don’t even do it, asshole,” Pauly warned.
        “Is it spectacular?” Adam asked sarcastically.
        “Fucking A. Watch this.” He turned and leveled a .45 at Pauly’s chest and fired.
        “What the fuck?!” Dominic yelled.
        “Ha! Calm down, it’s a dart gun.” He showed everyone the rounds. They all turned to look at Pauly. He was slumped over in the chair.
        “Yes, we’ll get some real answers out of him now.” Adam rolled his eyes and turned to sit on the couch.
        “No. Wait for it. Wait for it,” Chris said. Derick and Brandon laughed. Just then Pauly raised his head. It was slow going, and a bit wobbly, but he finally looked up at everyone.
        “We partyin’?” He murmured. Dominic and Claude laughed.
        “What the hell did you give him?” Claude asked.
        “Sodium Pentathol.” Chris