The interrogation didn't last too long, and thanks to Volcan taking over the man's NIM, Dante was able to finish things in relative silence. Unfortunately, the man didn't have a lot to say.
Calling him a henchman would be an exaggeration. He was more of an informant—a lookout tasked with watching a certain area and reporting in case something unusual happened. All he had was that address, but with no confirmation on what happens there, only an idiot would go there to check.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Dante examined the gun he was ambushed with. It was a much better model compared to the one he got from Larry, but it wasn't to his liking, and since it would get him only some pocket change at most he had no plans on taking it. He was going to toss it when a red line washed over it.
[Dante, would you like to store this item?] Volcan asked.
'... what?'
[I asked if you would like to store this item?]