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Torm quietly moved through the Crime Lord's front, talking down or even flat-out taking down the men who stood in his way. All the while, performing deep scans of their minds, and pulling what information they would give with the amount of force he was providing.

Granted, he was fairly willful when it came to these types of situations, but some would find the force he thrust upon the minds of these men to be perhaps a little excessive. However, he saw it as necessary. A measure needed to get the job done. Particularly so when he discovered just what kinds of criminal activities were going on beneath the building. Drugs, debauchery, all manner of hedonistic activities, harmful or otherwise. Then, moments later, he came to the stairway leading down, and followed it, carrying one of the men from upstairs by his shirt collar.

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"And judging from the information I'm pulling from your men, assassination doesn't seem to be the end of it." Torm adds, walking down the stairs and setting aside the semi-conscious worker he was carrying. The Kiffar quietly taps the man on the head, noting "You have much to account for, Ottaga Boff. I do not blame you for following the nature of every sentient and sapient, but Jaek is correct. You're under arrest."