AN – Sorry for the long delay, I was busy with midterms and I was thinking about how I should write this chapter out. Hope everyone likes it. (Don't worry, I know how I will write the next ones outs) And Thank You for the reviews.

Disclaimer – Wolverine and Cassie belong to Marvel.

Cruising down the roads

I need to go faster

You don't normally see a guy tied up on a bike

Slung over the back seat

Like a dead deer

The vibrations from my bike begin to rattle me

Sense of touch amplifies that

Specially in my hands

Don't know what I would do without the gloves

My bike isn't greasy

And it isn't noisy

I had some friends hook me up with a good muffler

Without it, I would have gone deaf

It almost kills me to ride it

But you learn to push the pain aside

The fucker is still knocked out

Good

I'm thinking I am going to have to go a bit into the countryside

Wait

A construction site…

Perfect

Chances are I won't even have to buy some stuff now

I drive to the site

Park my bike in the back

Then I drag the asshole inside

Damn…he's heavy

Hope this is worth it

I drop the guy and look around

Wood sheets and boards

Tools

Bags of cement

Keys left in the machines

All left out

Lying around

That's New York construction workers for you

I find a box of nails and a hammer

I start hammering together the boards

Satisfied with the open, oblong box I have made I lift the guy into it

I lay him down

I tilt his head forwards, so it rests against the wall of the box

He'll be able to see what's happening, while still lying down

Made sure the knots are tight

He won't be going anywhere

I push a mixer close to the box

Then a pour a couple bags of cement into it

Then add some water

I turn the mixer on and let it do its thing

When it's all done I position it right in front of the box

Saw something like this on a movie once

Think it was Dick Tracy

I'm putting a lot of effort into this

But if he has the information I need, it will be worth it

I fill a bucket with water then toss it on the guy

He wakes up with a start

Starts shouting and cussing

I tilt the mixer and let cement begin to pour into the box

He starts screaming and tries to fight the ropes and get out of the box

Squirming like a fish in someone's hands

"Shut up and I'll stop"

He goes quiet

I tilt the mixer back

I squat down so I am eye to eye with the guy

He stutters and asks if I really am an AFT agent

"No."

He pales a little

Curses under his breath

Asks me what did I want

"I want to know about who you've sold some Mac-10s to. Preferably a pair of them, with kits or already automatic."

He scowls a little and tells me to fuck off

I tilt the mixer forward again

He tries to scoot back

He can't

Still, he doesn't talk

Not bad

I let it keep pouring in

Until it's about an inch deep in the box

Finally he cracks

I tilt the mixer back as he talks

He tells me about these kids that came to his shop

They said they would pay cash

Lots of it

So he sold them a pair of automatics

Couple magazine

And the bullets to go with them

After they left, he followed them

Needed to make sure they weren't junior cops or something

Followed them to this office at a junkyard

They talked like they belonged to a gang or something

He said that was all he needed to see, and went back to his shop

These might be the ones I am looking for
"What kind of car did they have?"

A GTO, rusty…

That's them alright

"You sold those guns to some kids, and they murdered a girl."

He snorted

Said he didn't care

Wasn't his problem

I growl a little

I reach into the box and pull his legs forward

Making him lay down completely in the box

He starts yelling and cussing again

I tilt the mixer forwards

Letting it pour in slowly but surely

He starts to scream

I grab some tape and I tape his trap shut

I leave him there

The cement pouring into the box

I make my way to a payphone and make a call

I call up Cassie

She's an ATF agent

A real one

I tell her there is a guy in a box, that's filling with cement

I tell her why that's happening and what he did

I hang up before she can ask other questions

She might make it here in time to stop the mixer and save the guy

Only to arrest him for illegal firearms sales

Or she might not

Not my problem

I mount my bike and kick her to life

I start my trip to the junkyard

To where the guy said he followed those kids

Hope they are there by the time I get there