Vixen laughed lightly, “That’s right you get him ferret, I’m too tired for this Aster, you want something let me know…Other than that I leave your personal business alone, you leave mine…Stop thinking you know anything about me.” He smiled over at Kia, “Listen I don’t know if your new Kia but that little critter is a part of this staff, and I like him, you’ll like him to when crap hits the fan in here.” Setting his book down he walked out from behind the bar and patted ferret on the head, “Thanks little one…”
Matt walked back in the door looking winded, “Vixen! Uh…You left something in the back of the truck.” The bartender raised an eyebrow; after all he didn’t make many mistakes when it came to inventory. “Alright Matt I’ll be out in a sec…” Something wasn’t right, the delivery man looked stressed, and Vixen didn’t feel right going out there. But he walked out his hands in his pockets as he closed the door to the back knowing this had to be a mistake he turned, wiping his hands off as he began to cough, “Matt you sure, I counted everything out I me-…” Vixen’s eyes widened for a moment as his voice was cut off by a pair of hands on his throat. Others seemingly appeared out of nowhere grabbing his arms and twisting them behind his back where strange ropes soon tied themselves around his wrists though the hands remained. A man clad in black, his face covered came forth, “Never thought it would be this easy…But I suppose the rumors were true, you’re nothing anymore eh? Come on boy’s sack him, we need to begin as soon as possible with our questioning.”
Vixen tried to shrug them off when a blow hit the back of his head, making the world flicker before his eyes. Yet he turned acting on an impulse he didn’t remember and bent down grabbing a knife in his teeth from the one standing in front of him, and slit his throat, pivoting off his foot he caught to others in the kidney’s and lungs, coughing terribly he turned to kill another when he heard a whimper.
Turning to see Matt held by the man he knew what was going to be said and ground his teeth into the blade. More hands wrestled him back down wailing on various parts of his body, and another knock sent his head flying forward. Blood started to roll from him and he knew something had broken, as his ankles followed the same suit as his wrists. The knife was pulled from his teeth and his head was roughly pulled back, name came to his mind he turned his and started to scream, “JIN-!” But before he could his head was wacked to the other side and his body went limp for a moment as a piece of fabric was forced in-between his bleeding lips and feeling himself being lifted, yet something was running over his senses, numbing him and the young bartender had failed to notice the needle sticking out of his side dripping with a soft scent of poison. Tossing him into the back several followed and some started to shut the sliding door down.
Jinn counted his teeth, acting oblivious to Ferret. If anything, Ferret could fend for his own though if he or anyone were to be seriously hurt, someone would be choking on a can of mace. 
