Sorry for the dreadfully long wait for this chapter. The reason for the lateness is part Mid Course Exams, part laziness so blame me. I promise you, you have not waited in vain! I'm not going to reveal anything but you will be surprised by this fanfic's outcome!

Chapter 6

The kickstand was unusually rusty especially seeing Deadpool had only bought the bike a few months earlier. It didn't trouble him as much as it usually would've but there were many more important things to think and possibly worry about.

He ignited the bent cigarette in his mouth as he looked afresh at a building he had not laid his bloodshot eyes upon in years. The hideout of his former boss looked a little aged and decrepit from what he remembered but just as cosy as it always was.

It did look as though it had recently been visited from what Deadpool could tell, he had always been proud of his tracking skills the question was though by who?

Stomping the newly lit smoke into the ground, Deadpool coughed up leftover phlegm onto the pavement and intently made his way to the door. He knocked on the worn door until it started to hurt.

'Speak…' a foreboding voice emanated from behind the door.

'Boss! The prodigal son is back and needs some advice from his master. Just no karate kid stuff, OK?'  Deadpool wisecracked.

"Wade! Good to have you back… Come in and stop the wisecracks please. I'm in no mood!'

'You're never in the mood and hey it's me we're talking about here!'

'True, very true…' The Boss breathed while creaking the door open and struggling to keep it from falling off its hinges.

            They embraced in a unfamiliar male hug for about 3 seconds until the body odour of the Boss became too much of an issue for Deadpool and he weaved his way out of it taking a makeshift seat on a keg.

'So how are you holding' up after all these years' The Boss said.

'Pretty much the same. Same business, making the money, trying to live as normal life as I can. You?

'Oh…you know still hiding form the cops doing what I do best, nothing! So what brings you to my humble crapode?'

'A situation has arisen involving a fellow business associate and/or competitor and my girlfriend'

'So what does it entail?' The Boss mumbled through a mouthful of pizza.

'I thinks it's a revenge thing…I'm not quite sure what about maybe from this morning I don't know. But the important thing he's taken my girl and no-one messes with any of Deadpool's chicks.' He spat.

'That's for sure! So do you have any details?'

'Yeah I found this at the damp scene of the crime' he smirked pulling out a damp post it note scrawled over with smudgy blue ink.

' It doesn't give away too much and I've been screwed over too many times by post-it notes to trust them entirely but every little thing counts I suppose' Deadpool said while flicking it too the greasy fingers of the Boss.

'43 Endeavour Street…hmmm…that rings a bell to me somehow. I know the whereabouts of the joint because I've been down that way a few times of the last couple of months for…business," the Boss slyly remarked. "I say go for it you've got pretty much nothing to lose except your gal and your life but hey another day, another dollar, right?'

'I suppose you're right I know where the place is vaguely stored somewhere in my sparse memory bank. This guy better be worth making me miss out on some well deserved rest…hey what am I talking about my girls there…damn it! I'm not the sort of romantic I used to be, that's for sure…' Deadpool lamented.

'Alright, well I don't mean to be rude but I'm sort of in the middle of something here'

'What your pizza' Deadpool snapped

'No some important business…I'll let you know if anything comes up ok? I'm here to help,"

"No you're not, lard ass" Deadpool muttered under his breath as he made his way out the door.

'What was that, Wade'

"Seeya next time Boss'

'Yeah, yeah,' The Boss mumbled before coughing up the cheesy crust on his meat lover's pizza and slamming the door almost off its hinges.

            Deadpool stumbled down the cracked and crumbling stairwell and to the pavement starting up his bike in a sombre mood when he should have been filled with adrenalin to rescue his girl. It must just be fatigue. The longest day of Deadpool's life just got even longer.