Carson adjusted the new TV he bought and made sure it works. He turns it to the History Channel and began listening to the program about The Secret of Nazi Germany and up was Hitler Elite Group, Later was How Alien visited and made Pyramids in Egypt.
Carson tightens the bolts on his table and tested the balance. Stable.
He sat down and pull out a map of New York City. With a red marker, he labels where he lived and where Olympus was. Right above the Empire State Building.
With a black marker, he dotted the spot where the cyclops attack him.
The apartment was about five miles away. Twenty minutes by car. An hour and a half to walk to.
Living under God's noses. Sometimes the best place to hide from your enemies to be close to them.
"Hmmm." He tapped the marker against the table. He needed a smith to build him a weapon and some armor.
And someone to teach how to control the Mist.
Carson looks through his journal looking at his information. Knowledge itself is a powerful weapon. But it is also very dangerous if used improperly.
'A forge needs a lot of space for the excess of heat and smoke, maybe a warehouse of some sort,' Carson thought to himself, "If a magical forge it might be more secluded.'
There was another problem, Hephaestus, God of the forge, fire, volcanos, and craftsmanship.
If there a magical forge, Hephaestus will have access to it. The gods hid among mortals was not uncommon. Even the most solitary of gods would appear in the mortal world from time to time.
They all had their favorite spots. For Athena, it was libraries and school, Apollo likes crowds that play music, and Hades would appear at funerals.
Carson had to care, the chances of running into a God are slim, but they can in multiple places at once and take the form of any creature.
Using his power or ever saying his real name might attract them.
He had to be careful, they thousands to be ready. Speaking of which, Carson needs to know the timeline of what happened after his last encounter with Olympians.
Greek mythology is the most popular mythology worldwide so the information won't be hard to come by. But it wouldn't surprise him if they alter somethings in their favor.
Carson looks at his map and marks the location of the New York City Public Library, only a few miles from the Empire States Building.
Damn it. Athena would go there and any other place that has books.
Carson began marking every library, school, and college on the map.
'There.' He thought.
'Your paranoid.' The voice said.
'I need to cautious, freely roaming around is too dangerous right now.'
'Says the man who fifty different way to kill someone with a pencil.'
'Sixty-seven ways.'
'Of course, you do.'
Carson put down the marker and change the channel to the New York News.
Some shootings in Manhattan, burglary in Queens, and next week weather be cloudy with chilling winds.
He continued to watch tv until someone began knocking on his door.
He could sense no danger and walk-up and look through the peephole.
Sally Jackson was on the side holding something, blue?
Carson decided to be neighborly and open the door.
"Hello." He greeted. Sally smiled.
"Hello, Mr.Carson how are you today." She greeted.
"Alright." He said in his causal monotone.
"That good, here I made you these." Sally handed Carson the plate with plastic wrapping and saw what it was.
Blue chocolate chip cookies.
Blue?
"Something wrong? Oh my gosh do have allergies! I'm sorry!" Sally reached for the plate only for Carson to raise it out of her grasp.
The size difference between the two was clear. She only came up to his chest.
"Why are the cookie blues?" He asked.
"My husband and I had a disagree whether blue food is real, he say it isn't," Sally explained, "So now every time I cook I color the food blue."
"Isn't that petty?"
"You don't know my husband."
He undid the foil, pick out a cookie, and pop it in his mouth.
It was sweet, buttery, crunchy edges with a soft center. Built from scratch.
Sally waited eagerly for the results.
"It's good."
Sally was relieved. "So what brings you to New York?"
"It personal." He ate another cookie.
"Oh, I didn't mean to pry."
"It's fine." Carson went into the kitchen and put the cookies on the counter. When he came back Sally was looking at his map.
"You're a curious one aren't you."
Sally jump a little. "Sorry, I recognized the map. You got everything school and library markdown. Are you looking for someplace particular?"
Carson thought it over, something was off about her. Nothing dangerous but it was obvious to him that she was different.
"Right now I'm just to remember my way around the city." Carson had to cautious with everybody. Even if it the neighbor who brought him cookies.
"Well, still I might-"
"Sally! Sally! Where the hell is you!" A gross voice called out.
Sally sighed and went into the hall. "I'm in here Gabe."
"The fuck you doing over there," Gabe demanded.
"I just talking to our new neighbor," Sally said. She seems standoffish.
"Just because some asshole move in next door doesn't mean that you have given him a welcoming party." Carson heard Gabe move closer.
"I'm just saying hello!" Sally said.
"You could be making dinner!"
"Gabe," Sally groaned.
Carson walked to the door and saw Gabe. A hideous man standing in front of Sally. An ugly, fat creature that was balding. Greasy skin with blemishes. Mean eyes that glared at his wife.
The worst part of all was the smell. It had to be a medical condition. Like burnt fishes organs and fermented garlic. Did he ever bathe?
"What the hell you looking at jackass?" Gabe said to Carson.
Carson just stared. "Your Gabe right?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"I was told that you're a piece of shit."
"What!" Gabe vein in his temple showed. "You got some nerve!"
"You smell horrible."
"You son of bitch." Gabe snarled.
"Like an unwiped ass."
"Fuck you!"
Gabe clenched his fist. Sally was making a face that was half surprised and half-amused.
Carson looked over Sally and Gabe. Percy was watching them. Leaning slightly out the doorway as any child would. The moment Percy saw Carson looking at him he went back in.
Carson looked back at Gabe. "I'm just joking."
"Well Haha." Gabe mock laughed.
"Sally thank saying hello, but I have an errand to run," Carson said.
Sally nodded, "It was nice meeting you too. Come on Gabe I'll make you dinner now."
"Good." Gabe's glare didn't leave Carson.
"Nice meeting you Gabe."
"Ups yours."
Gabe went inside and Carson went back inside as well.
"What makes a woman like her be with a guy like him?" The voice asked.
'Two reasons, either she has issues with her father or he has something she needs."
Carson could still smell Gabe. Damn it the smell is inside now.
For two days Carson visited forty-eight repair shops, welders, and auto shops. Nothing.
Several didn't meet the standards of having a forge and the rest did not understand Carson's request. And lastly, to make sure he didn't overlook anything, Carson would hold out A piece of Celestial bronze and hand it over.
When they would as why he handed them a rock, he takes it back and leaves.
Eventually, that number became fifty-three, but his change when he went down to lower Manhattan.
Was the southwest lower Manhattan dock where he Clarks Repair shop.
The front of the building was made of brick that windows had crisscross security bars and two neon signs.
One that O-P-E-N, where letter one by one would turn off before flashing back on.
The second shows the shop schedule.
Monday to Friday nine a.m. to five p.m.
Saturday and Sunday closed.
Behind the brick building was a warehouse that four smokestacks. Surrounding the sides was a chain-link fence that contained old fridges, cars, and rusted junk.
A bing-bong went off when the door open. Inside was warm and had a woody smell. Country Music played on a speaker. Carson looks around seeing four other men waiting.
A sign said please take a number and Carson did; he was number seventy-one. He sat down and pick up a magazine.
After ten minutes the door behind the counter open. A six-foot ten giant walks out wearing green overalls. He had a mop of white hair that cover his eyes and a white goatee that was braided.
"Alright, Jimmy your TV fixed." The giant placed the tv on the counter and ring up the cash register.
One of the men walked up to the counter. "Ah thank Clark you're a lifesaver."
"Anytime Jimmy," Clark said. Jimmy hand Clark the money he owned, grab his tv, and left.
"Alright next,'
Carson waited patiently as Clark tended to his customers. After an hour it was his turn.
"And what can I help you with sir?" The repairman asked.
"I have questions," Carson said.
"And I have answers," Clark smiled showing his white misshapen teeth.
"Beside repairs, do you craft as well?"
"Repairing, upgrading, crafting, installing. I do it all."
"Hmmm, what about protection?"
"Offensive or defensive?"
"Both."
"Done and done."
"Good." Carson reaches into his pocket and took out the piece of celestial bronze and place it on the counter.
"You know what that is?" Clark picks up the piece and examines it.
"Celestial bronze, I say about twenty grams." Clark places it back on the counter.
"It has been a while since a half-blood has been in my shop. Usually, Chiron places a big order and has it send up to the camp."
Clark reaches under the counter and pulls out a catalog. "So what are you looking for, sword, spear, nun-chucks, morning star, or something unique?"
Carson was silent and look at the catalog. Traditional Greek weapons, European weapons, roman style, Chinese styles.
Clark pulled out another catalog: armor and shields.
Carson was having a hard time deciding between the Xiphos, meant for speed and balance, or the Kopis meant for power and damage.
The range was also important you don't want your opponent too close or too far. And for armor, he wanted something that protected but didn't reduce speed or movement.
"Alright, one kopis, one-foot long double side knife, a six-inch serrated blade, a collapsible shield." Carson began. Clark began to write down the order.
"As for armor I a chest piece with a right shoulder brace. Vambraces with studs. Combats plated boots with shin guards and a combat belt."
Clark finished the order. "Will there be anything else?"
"Do you have anything that can cover my sense from monsters?"
"Afraid not buddy."
"Do you know anyone who can teach control over the Mist?"
The repairman smiled happily. "My Wife, Molly."
Carson just stared and waited.
"Molly she nymph and teaches Must control to other nymphs, naiads, and satyrs," Clark said. "She also works on Olympus."
Carson immediately raised an eyebrow. "Your wife works on Olympus?"
"Aw yes, my beloved works as an assistant to Demeter. It a tough job especially when her daughter goes down to the underworld."
Carson realizes he was behind on his mythology.
"When will she be back?" Carson asked.
Clark looks at his massive wristwatch. "She gets by five-thirty, speaking of which I need to close the shop up soon."
Clark went to the cash register. "Let see one sword, two knives, collapsible shield, and a medium set of armor. Yep, that will one hundred and twenty-eight Drachmas."
Carson pulls the money out and places it on the counter. But Clark didn't take it.
"Um, I said Drachmas, not dollars." Clark slid the money back.
"Is this a problem?" Carson didn't touch the money.
"Yeah for regular mortal electronics and equipment, I take regular mortal money. But magical equipment I need drachmas."
Carson groaned. "Any other way I can pay for this."
"Sorry man I'm happily married," Clark said.
Carson's bloodlust slowly emerges. Luckily the repairman immediately senses it. He held up hands in surrender.
"Hey man just joking. Look if you another way to pay just bring some parts." Clark puts his hands down.
"Parts?"
"You know monster parts or items. Claws, teeth, horns, scales, pelts, or whatever spoils they leave behind when they die."
"Hmmm." Carson groaned.
"Look I give you two drachmas for that piece celestial bronzes."
Carson nodded and was handed two golden coins the size of quarters. One size shows the Mt.Olympus with ancient Greek that read "In Olympus we trust." And the other was an eagle carry a lighting bolt.
The eagle and lightning bolt both major symbols of Zeus.
The word on the other side reads "For the honor of the Gods."
"Ok man gotta close up now. Molly will be home soon. Oh, I didn't get your name." Clark then held his massive hand.
Carson shook it. "Carson."
"Well Carson I'll keep your order on hand and once we solve the payment your order will be my number one priority."
Carson nodded and took his money back. The moment he opens the door to leave.
"I know you're strong, I can smell the cyclops blood on you." Carson looked back.
"And I know that you're a cyclops, Clark."
Clark smiled and push his hair back. A single eye above his nose. But the eye is different. The sclera was none reflective bronze and the pupil was a blue gemstone.
"Your eye."
The cyclops smile shrank. "Lost it in a contest a long, long, long time ago."
Carson nodded and left.
'I need to look at my map.' He marked where the cyclops attacked him. Cyclops tend to live in groups and these groups are territorial.
Carson walks up to his floor and when he reached it he saw Percy sitting in the middle of the hall. He was playing with a blue truck.
"Vroom, vroom." Percy then rams the truck into the wall. "Beep beep."
Carson walks up to Percy who didn't see him until he crashes the truck into his boot. His big green eyes look up and saw a pair of amber eyes looking down on him.
"Hi Mr.Carson"
"Percy, what are you doing in the hall?"
Percy stood up. "Gabe threw me out."
Carson looks at the Jackson apartment. "Why?"
Percy began rolling the wheel on his truck. "Gabe playing poker And said that I'm bad luck."
"Where is your mother."
"At work." Percy rolled his truck down and ran after it. He picked up the truck and ran back to Carson.
"This is my favorite track, it blue." Percy holder it up to show Carson.
"That nice." Carson went up to the Jackson apartment and began knocking. "Gabe open up." He began to knock harder. "Gabe!"
He could smell Gabe in there along with cigars and alcohol.
Carson groaned and look back at Percy who sitting back down and playing with his truck.
This has happened before.
Carson knew leaving Percy alone was a bad idea.
"Boy, boy!" Percy realized that Carson was talking to him. "Come on your going to wait in my apartments until your mother comes home."
Percy was hesitant. "Can I watch tv?"
"Yes."
Percy smiles big and follows him.
Carson turns on the tv and changes the channel to PBS and Percy began watching some show called 'Dragon tales."
Carson sat down at his table, rolled out the map. "Here," he found the spot.
A group of Cyclopes is called a clan. Often lead by an elder. Usually the parent, grandparent, or great grandparent. They're very territorial and usually aggressive to the outside. Especially if the outsider is another cyclops.
"That cyclops did say he had brothers."
Carson then saw Percy trying to look over the table.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.
Carson found himself oddly amused. "I'm looking for something."
"Why?"
"I need a certain item for a project."
"Why?"
"Because,"
"Why?"
Carson has been through this before in his previous life.
He just ignores Percy who continues to ask "why?"
Percy eventually left and Carson thought he went back to watch tv.
CRASH!
That was in the kitchen.
Carson went in and saw one the drawer was on the floor with the content spill everywhere.
Percy looks at him with teary eyes. "I'm sorry." His lower lip wobble.
"It's fine." Carson began picking up and Percy help.
"What's this?" Percy asked. Carson looked up and saw that he was holding a piece of celestial bronzes.
"It a rock." Carson put the drawer back in the cabinet.
"It shiny, can I have it?" Percy said looking hopeful.
"No." Carson held out his hand and percy handed it back.
'Can he see it'
"What color is the rock boy?"
Percy grabbed the bottom of his shirt and swing himself back and forth.
"Yellow," the green-eyed boy said.
"Is it glowing?" The giant amber-eyed man asked.
"Yes," Percy let go of his shirt.
"What color?"
"Blue." Percy then stuck a finger up his nose.
"Don't pick your nose."
"Why?"
"Because you pick out your brain," Carson warned. Percy immediately stops picking.
"Hmph." Carson knew the boy was different. He either a clear sight or a demigod. Gabe is not the boy's father.
"Boy, do you know who your father is?" Carson questioned.
"Gabes my stepdad," Percy said bitterly.
"Yes, but who is your real father?"
"Mommy said that my dad got lost at sea," Percy said. His bitter changed to sadness.
Carson knew the feeling. When he was Kratos he remembered times as a young spartan feeling envious of those who had a father.
Then something clicked in his mind. Percy could see the celestial bronze and said his father was lost at sea.
He kneeled and cupped Percy face to get a look at his eyes.
Green eyes.
He remembers those eyes.
Kratos threw Poseidon across the platform with the force of a thousand hurricanes.
Poseidon struggled to get up. He couldn't believe this, he is one of the Big Three and king of the sea itself was being overpowered by a mere mortal.
Not just any mortal, it the bastard spawn of his brother Zeus.
The King of the Sea cough up a mouthful of ichor. His sea-green eyes stared up at his approaching killer.
"This won't change anything Kratos if the gods die then so will the rest of the world."
Kratos sucker-punched Poseidon's jaw knocking down the god once more.
"Then so be it." Kratos grabbed him by the throat and headbutted. A crack spread through Poseidon's skull. Kratos grabbed him by the hair and kneed the God in his face.
Poseidon cough up more ichor. Kratos threw him across the platform again. Poseiden almost went to the edge and saw the sea below and try to crawl away but felt something grab him.
Kratos dragged him back and punch him in the jaw and temples. Kratos grab the God by the head and look him in his green eyes.
The last thing Poseidon saw was Kratos twisted angry face. Then Kratos rammed his thumb in Poseidon's eyes crushing them.
Kratos kills the sea God by twisting his neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees. He threw the body off the platform.
Kratos then watch a great floor raised.
"What are you doing?" Percy giggled.
Carson snap back to reality and realized that his thumbs are over Percy eyes.
He quickly pulled his hands away. Percy was still giggling not knowing of the danger he was just in.
"Go watch tv boy." Carson order. Percy ran back to the television and began watching Arthur.
Carson sat back down at his table. His hands were shaking.
'You were to rip that poor boy's eyes out, weren't you!?' The voice.
'Yes. Yes, I was.' Carson admitted. He went back to studying his map.
There was an old saying in ancient. If the child's eyes are blue it's a child of Zeus. If the child's eyes are green it's a child of Poseidon.
Sally came back home at seven-thirty and panicked when she couldn't find Percy anywhere.
Gabe was having one of his poker games and threw percy out. Again.
"Percy! Percy!" She called out.
Sally hears a door open and Carson steps out.
"He is in here Sally."
Sally rushed over and looked in. Percy was sitting in of the tv eating a pop tart.
"Mommy!" Percy got up and hugged her.
Sally hugged back and kiss her son's forehead. "My sweet baby." She turned to Carson. "Thank you so much for taking care of Percy. He wasn't too much trouble?"
"He ripped out one of my kitchen drawers and clogged my toilet," Carson said sternly.
"Oh. Well still thank you, come along now, Percy." Sally took her son by the hand and walk back him back to their apartment.
"Sally, I can keep an eye on the boy if needed," Carson said.
Sally looked back at him. "Oh no that all alright." She began turning the doorknob.
"It better than leaving him in the hall." He called back.
Sally opened the door and guided Percy inside. She looked at Carson with a strange look in her eye. It maternal instinct he saw.
"I suppose, you really won't mind watching him."
Carson nodded.
"Sally! Get in here and make dinner!" Gabe order.
Sally sighed. "Thank you, Carson. Have a good evening."
She went inside and closed the door behind her.
After making dinner and bathing Percy, Sally began tucking him in for bed.
"I had fun at Mr.Carson Mommy," Percy said holding a blue teddy bear.
"Oh was he nice to you Percy?" Sally asked.
"Yeah, he let me watch tv and gave me a pop tart." Percy smiled.
His mother chuckled. "What did he do the whole time?"
"He just looked at a map," Percy said, "he did ask me who my dad was."
Sally raised an eyebrow, "What did you tell him."
"What you told me, Mommy, that dad lost at sea."
"What did he do then?" Sally asked with concern, but Percy didn't pick up on it.
"Nothing," Percy said poking his teddy bear eye.
Sally looks at her son for a moment then ruffled his hair. "Good night Percy."
"Mommy can we to the park tomorrow?"
Sally smiled. "Yes, yes we can."
"Yay! Good night Mommy." Percy snuggled his teddy bear and closed his eyes.
Sally turns off his lamp and walks into the main room. She had her back to Percy bedroom door, standing protecting in front of it. She looks over and saw Gabe sleeping on the couch with the tv still on.
Sally let out a tired sigh. She thought about how her new neighbor, still a stranger to her, was nicer to her and her son in the last few days than her 'husband' had been for the last two years.
'Carson, he scary looking, but he's actually very nice. Bet he just a big softie on the inside.'
Her thought process was interrupted when Gabe cracked a loud fart.
She shudders with disgust.
Ironically she married Gabe to protect Percy. It will be all worth it in the end when Percy is claimed.
Sally then went to go take a bath.
Right at the same time, Carson was in an empty lot starting down a savage beast. A black dog bigger than a Siberian tiger. Its eyes glowed blood red.
It was a hell hound, born from the River Styx these beast come to the world of the living to drag souls back to the underworld.
Carson had his fists raised. The hellhound snarled and bared its teeth.
Carson didn't move a millimeter.
Right behind him were four more hellhounds that he killed. Their bodies had been rip and tear by an even more savage beast.
The last surviving of the pack finally made it move and launch itself with blinding speed. Carson dodge and the hellhound stop and turn. The black dog stared angrily at the man who stared back and looks at its fallen pack.
The beast lower its head and ran off. It knew it was outclassed and if it wanted to see another day it meant tucking its tail between legs and running away.
Carson watched the hellhound leave and didn't attempt to go after it. It was pointless and he did get what he wanted. He looks over the four fading bodies and patiently waited.
He felt pain and look at his right leg that has a deep gash. He focuses on the wound and it slowly closed.
It took fifteen minutes for the bodies to completely fade and leaves the spoils.
Two dozen teeth, two dozen claws, and four pelts were. Carson didn't know what he would get for these but it was a start.
The rest of the weekend Carson had no luck finding any more monsters.
Only the spoils from the hellhound pack are what he had to show. Carson was disappointed in his self. But Clark on the other hand.
"Four hellhounds!? Four hellhounds!? You killed four hellhounds bare hand!?"
Carson's responds was a simple "Yes."
Clark is a very, very, very old cyclops. He saw, heard, and experience many events. He met many famous individuals as well.
But killing a pack of hellhounds is rare. It has happened before but done by a group.
Hellhounds are not top-tier monsters, but in packs, even the most skilled of half-bloods would avoid them.
"Well?" Carson asked.
Clark remembers that the man who did this was waiting on him.
"Oh, yeah just check everything out real quick." Clark pushed back his hair showing his mechanical eye. The gemstone pupil began glowing.
Clark examines the spoils, nodding his head saying, "all alright this all good stuff, I'll give you fifty drachmas for it all."
Carson groaned, "Only fifty,"
"Yep, ten per pelt and ten for the fangs and claws. It all I give you for this." Clark's pupil stopped glowing. "Or I can give you store credit."
"I'll take the drachmas," Carson said.
Clark took the spoils and went into the back of the shop. He returns with a bag that jingles with every movement.
"What can I get with this?" Carson held the bag in his right hand.
"Sword is twenty-five, a spear is thirty, a shield is fifty, clubs are fifteen, knives prices change between length., and armors pieces varies as well.
Carson handed back the bag. "One sword and one eight-inch knife."
Clark took out thirty-five drachmas and handed the rest back. "Just one moment."
The cyclops went into the warehouse. Then he came back with a four-foot long kopis and a hunting knife. Both sheath.
"Alright, here you go."
Carson unsheathed and observes the curved blade. A blade meant for hacking and chopping up your enemy.
The sword was high quality, beautiful, powerful. Carson wanted to test it right now.
"It has been a long time since I held a blade such craftsmanship." Carson resheathed the sword and hung it on his back. He then attached the knife to his belt.
"I will hunt more monsters and bring back the spoils."
Clark had a big smile. "And I will make you more equipment."
Carson nodded and left. Clark took the money out of the register and quickly look over his schedule. Miss Dale needs her microwave fixed.
He went into his warehouse. Rows of shelves held mortal electronics. Several repair tables and a welding station. Chains hanging from the rafters were meant to hold more heavier items. Clark could effortlessly pick up a full dump truck with one hand if he wished.
But lifting and repairing at the same time was a nuisance.
Mortal electronics were peanuts to him. The most difficult mortal item that he helps build was one of the atomic bombs the US dropped during World War Two.
He felt super awkward when he learned that he help wipe out Hiroshima.
Super awkward.
Clark finished the microwave in eight minutes and set it on the Done self.
Next was the old man Richardson recliner. With the help of his artificial eye, he figures out the best way to fix it.
Clark then hears the front door open.
"I'll be right up in a moment." He called out.
It two minutes to fix the gears and test them. Good as new.
Clark put the recliner into the done area and went to the front.
A tall man was reading a pamphlet. He had a greasy, black ponytail.
"Can I help you, sir?" The customer didn't put the pamphlet.
"Sir?"
"It has been a while hasn't it Clark?"
"Do I know you?" He might a customer from the past.
"Oh you know me in fact you know my whole family."
The man put down the pamphlet and show that he too was a cyclops.
Clark knew who he was and felt his stomach twist in knots.
"Wow, you've grown up Jimmie." Clark gulped. "Last time I saw the time I saw you only came up to my knee."
Jimmie was a member of the Gasket clan, a bunch of mean inbred cyclops that Clark has many run-ins with.
"Look Jimmie I dont want any trouble. I just want to work in peace." Clark warned. "Remember the last I dealt with your family."
Jimmie smiled bitterly, "Yeah I remember, I remember you driving a chisel into my father's skull?"
"Your father was also your uncle."
Jimmie smacks his hand on the counter hard enough to crack.
"So what!"
Clark knew who Jimmie was, a coward at heart.
Clark was bigger and stronger than younger cyclops.
"Jimmie this you're last warning. I dont want to kill you, but you getting on my nerves. Now leave!"
Clark pointed at the door.
Jimmie gave a smug and then snapped his fingers. The front opens and three cyclops walk in; Jimmie brothers Robbie, Walt, and Mickie.
"So Clark are going to this the hard way or the fun way?" Jimmie said snuggly.
Clark took a deep calming breath and then punch Jimmie square in the nose.
The older cyclops put up a decent fight, but the four younger Gasket brothers manage to overpower him and dragged him into his warehouse.
Clark was in for a rough day.
End.