Chapter two.. don't ever expect me to update this quickly again... lol I have work I should do.
I own nothing.
It was odd... no, downright strange for me...it was almost... and I mean almost... lucky.
We walked in sopping wet, my shoes making an embarrassing sloshing noise, as I made a futile effort to wipe my feet on the mat right by the door.
It was warm, but it suddenly made me a little more comfortable now that my clothes were working as a cooling system and not a freezer.
The place smelled delicious, and my stomach was on the brink of a hunger cramp before we even stepped through the coat room and into the actual restaurant.
Kid flash had a look in his eye, as if he had an appointment... God knows how late it was, the place just flipped on the lights, and here he was waiting patently waiting for a server to show us to a seat. It might have been the janitor for all I know...
"They opened up for me...by the way." I'll give the boy credit... he certainly knows how to confuse me.
Seeing my expression, he continued. "My body requires a ton of food because of all the energy I use, so instead of cleaning the place out of food while they're busy, I make an appointment on a day before they get a new food shipment. They have to legally 'empty out their fridge', so I kinda help in a way. Nothing gets thrown out..." he added a brief chuckle.
Okay... that was a hell of a lot of info to tell to a villain... well an unemployed villain, I'm not even sure I was employed to begin with... and If I haven't committed a crime since my last arrest, was I still even a villain right now? Technically?
God... I'm confusing myself!
I turned around to see the door again... it was hailing... Hailing! Softball sized ice was bouncing off the street, making it look like it was raining from the ground up... I would have rather been dodging bullets if I had chose to run off right now.
Maybe... just maybe I could turn myself in... that way after I eat I can get a nice comfy cot in my cozy cell and make faces at the guys across from me.
Also... where is the damn waiter? I'm starving here!
Looking around what looked like some silkscreen thing, that was sitting behind a lectern, I saw eggshell white stucco walls, spaced by redwood beams
The paintings on the wall were real, and stylish images of Hong Kong and The Great Wall.
The floor plan looked like a maze in a casino, like you'd be bound to bump into someone you knew and sit back down with them, even if you were on your way out.
It was peaceful and serine...until A bald fry cook was thrown through the service doors and unceremonially landed on his shoulder blades, his ass in the air and his legs pointed straight out. Popping, packing, and smacking sounds where coming from the kitchen, and It sounded like a round of Mortal Kombat...
Kid flash sighed..."Care to assist on this one? If you'll help, I'm paying!" I could hear how drained he was... he must have really needed to stop by here...
"For your information, I was going to walk out regardless if you paid"...(If I skipped the bill I would have gotten my comfy cot back)
"Come on!"
"Fine... but because I'm going to help you, I'm gonna punch a cop on my way home...just to help my bad-guy karma"
"Deal, I'll even give you a list of the crooked ones."
"Deal!"
He briskly jogged through the service doors, I easily kept up behind him.
"Zhè shì zěnme huí shì?" (What is going on here?) I scream as we make it through the doors.
The room was comical... who I was assuming was the bad guy in the black suit and shades, was holding a chef's face over a large boiling pot, his sunglasses lowered so I could see a bewildered look. The chef himself had a raised eyebrow and acted like he was expecting his mother to stomp through the door, angry that he wasn't working.
During the pause, Kid flash then responded..."Nǐ huì shuō zhōngwén ma?" (You speak Chinese?)
"…I used to travel… A lot"
"Dǎitú?" (Mobster?)
The black suited man nodded.
Kid flash, on the brink of hunger still managed to crack a joke. " You should have called him yakuza...it would have pissed him off"
Now I knew he was tired... he best joke right now was mocking the Asian stereotypes, and trying to piss off a crook by calling him the wrong nationality...
By the look on the man's face now... he either knew I was a villain or that Flash was a hero...
I spoke up, "you speak English?"
"Ya, it's my first language"
"Have you stolen anything from here yet?"
"...No, I was asking where the safe was..."
Kid flash looked pale, he's in no shape to fight..." I will let you go tonight." he spoke through gritted teeth "Leave now, and don't come back, or the little lady is going to neuter you and put you in a body cast."
The man then weighing his options... Put down a gun we didn't even know he had... bowed, and walked out the back door.
Everybody gave a sigh of relief, " Whew, kid... your pretty good at a bluff."
" Kid? Kid Flash? Wake up you ginger bastard!"
"Chúshī! Tā nòng xiē dàn juǎn ba!"
("Chef! Get him some egg rolls now!)
