Michelle was trained to be an assassin; she had no experience interrogating. Despite that, she jumped at the opportunity to push things forward. She did not wish to stay in Oak town forever, stuck as the ball in the tennis these two families were playing. The sooner she got rid of Vincenze and established Martin as the crime lord of Oak town, the sooner she could head back to base.
As instructed, Michelle waited near the main market street to meet with one of Martello’s men. Almost ten minutes past the designated time, the man finally arrived, and the two began walking towards the secluded building where the captive was held. “Wear the balaclava and do not mention the Martello name. Got it?” the man instructed, handing her the mask. “I’m no amateur. I know what I’m doing,” Michelle snapped, snatching the balaclava from the man and wearing it before entering the building.
Knowing the kind of job she was going to be doing that day, she also changed her attire accordingly. She wore a long loose robe to cover her from neck to toe, to ensure the man cannot identify her body type. She also wore really high heels to give a false sense of height. Finally, using the balaclava the Tessio man gave her, she covered her hair and most of her face too. The only thing the captive can identify was that, she was a girl with golden eyes. Michelle believed that was not specific enough to track her down.
The minute she entered the room, the captive began yelling. “Do you know who I am?! You will regret this. My boss is gonna make you pay,” he screamed. Michelle hated loud mouths like him. Given her way, she would have loved to simply snap his neck and be done with it. However, she knew that would accomplish nothing. “Keep it down and maybe you will leave here in one piece. Otherwise, I’ll send you piece by piece to your boss,” she said calmly. Hearing her, the man gulped and quieted down immediately. “I know what you want. But there is no way I’m gonna tell you that information,” he said, trying to be tough, but the crackle in his voice giving away his fear.
“I’m not big on playing nice,” she said, before punching him hard in the gut. The man did not expect her to get violent so quickly, and was completely taking by surprise. The punch knocked the wind out of him, and he gagged for breath. When he finally recovered, he managed to mutter something non-committal, only to be punched in the same spot again.