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
