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This is a shed in The Politician's back yard. At first glance, one might not think twice about it. On second glace, however, one sees the sign "Pool Supplies" as well as a distinct absence of pool in the yard. When asked, The Politician mutters, "I want to be ready if I get one."

Inside the dim shed, there's a pair of chairs: one for the captive and one for the interrogator. The walls are lined with numerous tools for information extraction (All for show, The Politician sees himself as "above such brutish things").

Currently, the shed is in a heap. The Politician shows no sign of fixing this.

"Good to see you're up, Mr. Gunal," the man in white rasped as he got to his feet. Noticing Rich's face as his name was spoken, the man chuckled, "Yes, I know your name. I know a lot more about you than you might guess."

The man stepped forward into a ray of light that leaked through the ceiling, revealing his red hair and grey eyes. "I'm sure you want to know why you're here. My boss seems to think you have something that belongs to him..."

"Ha ha, you think you should know my name? What makes you think your thoughts are worth a damn?" The man, still wheezing, hissed out an asthmatic laugh. He became serious again and rasped, "You can call me Filibuster." He walked around behind Rich as he spoke, reaching out to some of the stuff on the walls.

"I have no time for games, Mr. Gunal. I believe you know exactly who my boss is and what he's after. You will tell me the location of the Father Timepiece." Filibuster leaned in and spoke near Rich's ear, "You wouldn't want me to have to raise my voice, after all."

"You're a pretty deductive little rodent, aren't you?" Filibuster pulled back from his captive and walked around in front of him. "What my boss wants with that Timepiece is no concern of yours, however. All you need to worry about is telling me where it is."

As Filibuster spoke the worlds "where it is," his voice slipped out of its raspy whisper. The result was an ultrasonic screech that shook the opposite side of the shack.

"It'll only run with your DNA, eh?" Filibuster looked at Rich for a moment. Then, he opened his mouth to allow another sonic blast to shake the shack, "You're a liar, Mr. Gunal, and not even a good one." In his anger, Filibuster failed to notice the debris raining down from the ceiling.

"Understand this, Mr. Gunal: not only do we not need you to run the Timepiece, we don't even need you to find it. We will have it, even if we have to tear apart all of Delmor," Filibuster said, dropping his voice back down. "The only one who is disadvantaged by your death is you."

"You... broke it?" Filibuster was quiet, though obviously not for long. Turning away from Rich, he let loose another blast.

"Well isn't that fan-” The loud mouth was cut off as the back wall of the shed gave way and part of the room fell on him. As the rest of the shed began to give, sheer coincidence decided to have a little fun by sending an axe tumbling from the rafters. It landed with a dull thump in the armrest of Rich's chair, somehow missing his arm, but severing the rope that held it down.

Afterwards>>>