Hello all! Welcome to the next installment of the Repairmen series! I hope you all enjoy! This one shall be multiple chapters!
Daniel growls a bit and glares at the bartender who was feeling very nervous and a little scared right now. He glances over at Matt who just stood there, arms crossed. He groans a bit and looks off to the side and shrugs his shoulders.
"Okay! Okay! I'll talk! Just...make him stop growling at me...I'm a little scared right now..." He whines a little and shifts.
Matt nods and leans over the counter. "Alright. Do you have any information on a man named Juilliard Frantz? He's gone missing and we heard we might get some info on him here."
Daniel and Matt made it to the bar called Sliders and were trying to get some information out of the bartender at the moment. Daniel glances around the bar. It was mid-day, so not many people were actually there, but a few were. He takes a sudden inhale of the room, getting various scents, but no danger.
"Look, I don't know nothin! I promise! Sure he comes in here like a few times a week, but he goes straight to the back! I have no idea what goes on in there, promise!" He puts up his hands and slouches down a bit.
Matt raises a brow and nods. "Thanks...looks like I know where to start looking first." He stands up straight and pats Daniel on the back. "Come on Daniel, we're going to the back."
"Wait! You can't just go there! You need a special password! It's heavily guarded you know!" The bartender TRIED to warn them, but they didn't seem to listen as they head straight for the back room. Down the short hall in the back of the bar was a door with a small slot on it. Matt glances at Daniel who walks up to the door and knocks.
The slot slides open and a pair of eyes look at the two. "What's the password?"
"We're the Repairmen, we need to ask a few questions regarding Juilliard Frantz. So open up." Daniel said, glaring at the pair of eyes with his own.
"Can't let you in without a password. So bye." The slot is then closed.
Daniel raises a brow. "Did he just..." He growls and bangs on the door. "HEY! Open up right this second! This is important!"
The slot opens once more and were met with the same pair of eyes. "Look. This is a secret meet up place. I can't just let anyone in. Now get out before I make you LEAVE!" He glares.
Matt shakes his head. "Hey pal, you don't wanna make my friend here mad. He has a real bad temper."
"That's it!" The man behind the door closed the slot and opens the door, stepping out from behind it. He crosses his arms. He was big and brawny for sure. He was about the same height as Daniel. "Now, are you gonna leave or what?" He smirks.
Matt sighs and shakes his head. "I tried to warn ya..."
Daniel's eye twitches and he cracks his knuckles, chuckling a bit. "Or what."
Past the door was another hall that had a closed wood door. Behind the door were a set of pool tables and a self serve bar. There were a bunch shady men inside, smoking, drinking, playing pool and laughing with one another.
"So...I hear the new shipment will be delivered next week. Plan on making some big bucks sellin these new weapons." One man smirks, aiming his shot in his game of pool.
A man at the bar snorts and shakes his head. "You know, you say that every time, but face it! You need an upgrade on the type of guns you sell. pistols are cool, but try some automatics." He knocks back his drink.
He rolls his eyes. "Shut it. I know what I'm doin! You're gonna mess up my shot!" He takes a deep breath and lowers himself a bit and holding his breath. When he pulls back his pool cue-
CRASH
The guard that was at the previous door had just crashed through the other door and slams into the wall, making a nice sized dent and hit the ground with a soft thud. The one playing pool had been startled and hit the white ball a bit to hard, causing it to jump off the pool table and hit the floor.
"THE HELL?!" He growls and glares at the open doorway, Daniel and Matt walking through. All the men in the room stare at them, a mix of emotions between all of them.
Matt clears his throat. "Gentlemen! We came here needing some information on a man named Juilliard Frantz! Anyone know anything?" He looks around, lowering his sunglasses a bit.
Mixed murmurs filled the room, making Daniel glance around and groan a little bit. He looks back at the man he just punched all the way from the hall and raises a brow as he gets up.
The man who was playing pool chuckles and takes off his fedora hat, revealing his short brown hair. His honey eyes looked at the two intruders and smirks. "So you want some information? It'll cost ya."
"How much money are you asking for?" Matt asks, raising a brow.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "No no, not money...I'm guessing by the look of your friend there, he's a collar, right?" He sets down his pool cue and crosses his arms.
Matt raises a brow, not getting a good feeling from the question but nods none the less. "Yeah, what of it, eh?" He crosses his arms.
He smirks. "Well...how about this...if your collar can beat mine, then I'll give you all the information I've got on your guy. But...if yours lose, than I get to keep him." He smirks.
"What? I'm not going to play some da-"
Daniel holds up his hand and looks back at him. "Don't worry Matt. It'll be fine. Take his deal. Shouldn't be to hard to be honest." He cracks his knuckles and snorts, spitting to the side.
Matt blinks and looks at him and sighs before nodding. "Alright...if you say so Daniel..."
The man chuckles and nods, walking up to Matt and holding out his hand. "Deal?"
Matt stares at his hand before gripping it and shaking it. "Right. Deal."
Daniel cracks his neck and grunts a bit as he stretches. "This shouldn't be hard."
"Oh? You think so?" He laughs and shakes his head. "Alright Brutus! Show 'em your number!" He crosses his arms, feeling confident right about now.
Brutus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black leather collar with spikes around it along with a tag hanging off it. It had the number 598 carved into them.
Daniel hums softly. "Collars...long ago, their was a group of people who wanted to create an army of elite soldiers who they could control...they wanted to rule over the city...but the mafia that lived in the city wanted the same thing...so a war broke out...it's said the group of people had done exactly 900 experiments on 900 people...it says the higher the number, the stronger the person..." He slowly reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket.
The man raises a brow. "Yeah, that's right. Mine is in the 500's! So he's pretty tough! Though I suppose since you were able to knock him through the door, you're probably the same rank."
Daniel pulls out his black leather collar with spikes as well and put it around his neck, the tag shining as it dangled from his neck. The numbers reading 895. "You're a little off. But, I'm sure you'd figure that out."
Brutus gulps and narrows his eyes, but he wasn't going to back down. "Just because you're a higher number...doesn't mean I'm going to back down! So bring it!"
Daniel rolls his shoulders and sighs heavily. "Great...I honestly didn't wanna have my day goin like this." He takes off his jacket and tosses it to Matt. "Hold that would ya..."
Matt catches the jacket. "Yeah yeah, just make it quick. We don't have all day."
Brutus growls and charges forward. He rears back his fist and aims it at Daniel.
He snorts and moves his head to the side a bit and narrows his eyes. "Bastard." He grabs his arms and flips him over at the wall. Some of the men in the area yelled and scramble away. Brutus crashes into the wall, leaving a good dent in it when he fell and hit the floor.
Brutus groans and stands up shaking his head. He blinks a few times and looks around. He sees a wooden chair and breaks off a chair leg, aiming the splintered end at Daniel as he charges forward, yelling. Daniel snorts and narrows his eyes. He jumps up and slams the bottom on his foot against his face. He dropped the makeshift weapon and he stumbled back, nose bleeding and a shoe shaped bruise quickly forming on his face. Daniel lands on the ground and rears back his fist, clenching it tight. He slams it into his gut. His eyes go wide and legs shake. He coughs out some blood and he falls on his knees. Then collapses on the ground.
Matt looks at the man whose eyes were wide and jaw so low it looked ready to hit the floor. "So...I think you owe us some information." He smirks lightly.
He grits his teeth and sighs, hanging his head in defeat. "Fine...suppose I don't have any other choice." He honestly didn't think Brutus could possibly lose! It was strange, but...he is in the 800's...
So they all sat down at a table. They were informed on the man's name being Ron. He was an arms dealer and a pretty popular one at that. He always did have the best deals and good quality weapons.
"So...Juilliard's been taken now has he? Well...honestly, I'm not surprised. I mean you can't just go and take down the mafia without someone hearing about it. He talked about it all the time."
"So, are you the one who sold him the weapons?" Matt raises a brow.
Ron shakes his head and chuckles. "Now, I may be his friend and I sell weapons, but I wouldn't risk my own safety by selling him weapons he would use to try and take down the mafia. Look, all I know if that Juilliard had some help from some secret source. From a 'friend' he met. But that's all I know."
Daniel sighs heavily. "So we're at a dead end basically! He wasn't much help! Great!" Daniel groans and stands up. "Come on Matt..." He rubs his temples.
Matt sighs and stands up. "Thanks for the help." He walks out with Daniel following behind him. He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "What are we supposed to do now...we've run cold..."
Daniel sets his hands behind his head. "Yeah, maybe we can figure something out at home...I'm tired from that fight and I need a nap." He groans softly as they walk out the bar and to the truck parallel parked in front of it.
"Of course you are. When aren't you tired? Sometimes I wonder why you're so lazy." Matt chuckles and takes out his keys.
From a top a building not to far away from the bar was a sniper rifle, aiming down toward the two. The scope was adjusted and zoomed in on the two coming out of the bar. The man licked his lips and closes one eye and takes a deep breath. He aims his weapon at Matt who was pulling out his car keys. He smirks and squeezes the trigger.
Daniel's eyes went wide and he grabs Matt's shirt collar. "WATCH OUT!" He throws him to the side, the bullet landing right where he was standing.
"Damn..." The man mutters and picks up his phone that buzzed. "Yooo! Gilbo! Got me at a wrong time here dude. I'm taking out the trash here." He aims his weapon once more and hums.
Matt's eyes went wide and he stares of the cracked sidewalk where he was just standing. "Daniel, how did you...?"
"I could hear the sound of the rifle firing. I can also smell the gunsmoke...whoever fired it is close..." He growls and looks around then looks up at the top of a building across the street and narrows his eyes.
Gilbert sighs heavily on the other end. "Well can ya hurry it up Mr. Hotshot?! We have a lot to do today! So get to it! It shouldn't be that hard!" Gilbert then hangs up.
Alfred pouts a little bit. "Sheesh, you'd think he thinks he's the boss...man...I'm doing the best I can..." He hums and pulls the trigger, firing another bullet.
"Damn it!" Daniel jumps back, just narrowly missing the projectile. He growls and looks up at where the bullet came from and narrows his eyes. "Well...someone is tryin to kill us...that's for sure..."
Alfred curses and narrows his eyes. "Come on, how is able to dodge!? He's not human! No one should be able to know where I'm aiming..." He pouts.
Matt whistles and leans out the truck window. "Hey! Daniel! Get in already! We can't go standing here!" He didn't want to be killed today. He revs the engine and goes back into the truck, gripping the steering wheel.
Daniel nods and hops in the bed of the truck. "GO GO GO!" He yells and taps the side of the red vehicle. Matt puts the pedal to the metal and the wheels screech as they head down the road.
Alfred curses and lifts up his weapon. He chuckles lightly and a smirk appears on his face. "Well...these guys might be more of a threat than we thought...this should be fun."