Chapter 6

Problematic Times

Part 2

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Sebastian Blood's Home

When Ted Grant had been asked by Oliver to keep an eye out on Sebastian Blood in case those White Supremacist bozos tried anything, Grant had decided to run with it despite the fact he didn't really think anything would come of the whole thing. But none the less he kept an eye out on the man as much as he could since the rally and he was seriously starting to think his buddy was being paranoid by the fourth day. Naturally the fourth day would prove to be the one where Ollie boy was right in his concerns! And it all happened when it got dark and a few fellas who looked like they were up to no good came creeping about at Blood's place a little after he'd gotten there. The group quickly went to work shooting the whole damn place up and Grant felt that was a waste of good architecture even if the politician lived in the Glades. "Well, time to go file a noise complaint Ah reckon." Muttered the man as he hopped down a flight of steps as quietly as he could.

Grabbing a nearby trash can lid, he chucked it at one of the yahoos and it hit the man dead on in the back of his head, causing him to stumble forwards a bit from the blow. This caused the others to stop shooting as they went to check on him. "Now dat was a warnin' partners, so Ah good as reckon y'all should heed it." Warned the boxer as he came up to them.

His voice got their attention and one of them snarled at him as another asked who the Hell he was. "Who? Me? Jest someone who likes a lil quiet."

"Right, well you're about to get full of lead asshole!"

Grant didn't give the talker a chance to do that however as he charged quickly at the men and yanked the machine gun out of the talker's hands and whacked him in the head with it. Effectively knocking him out and dropping the gun as he ducked a fist from one of the others. "You're dead meat asshole!" Yelled another of the goons as he went to shoot Grant as the man effectively disarmed his buddies and him in quick succession.

The second talker pulled out a knife and charged at him, intending to gut the Sympathizer. Grant was able to move out of the way, but not enough as the blade managed to cut a bit into his side. Making him hiss from the pain of it and having to quickly duck another blow as the knife man came at him again. This time, Grant was ready for him and got him by the wrist and applied enough pressure to break it. Causing the knifer to yell out in pain as his no longer usable hand dropped the knife. "Didn't yer momma ever tell ya not tah run wit' sharp objects boy?" Asked Grant before punching him hard in the face enough to make him fall and stay where he was in pain with a broken nose.

What none of them realized was that Blood had been looking out his window after realizing no one was shooting at him anymore. Granted, that was probably a stupid thing to do as it could have gotten him killed but he was willing to take that chance. Now the man had no idea who the masked fighter was but he wasn't going to complain about him showing up to save his ass from these would be killers. Though he did hope the masked man didn't wind up dead for his troubles in the end. Blood noticed the man seemed to be something of a boxer judging by the fact he seemed to favor punching more then anything else and he figured the man must have some training in that area. Training he had been doing for quite awhile to be able to effectively fight off six men who had been intending to kill him with their weapons! And as the masked man made short work of the final shooter, Blood took a chance and came out there. Though he made sure to grab something heavy in case he needed it.

Which would prove to be a good thing when the man who's nose Grant had broken had tried to creep up on him. Only to find himself knocked out seconds later thanks to Blood and surprising Grant in the process. "Holy jumpin' jacks!" Called out the man as he turned around in surprise.

Blood looked at him strangely for that line as it wasn't something one would hear except for maybe in an old time era movie. "I'm not sure who you are sir, but I must give my thanks for saving my life tonight from these men."

"Jest call me Wildcat. And no thanks needed partner as Ah was jest doin' a good deed fer da night like anyone else would."

He got a smile in return from the man. "I'm not so sure anyone else would have done a 'good deed' such as this. But its always a nice thought to have regardless."

Sirens could be heard in the distance and Grant felt like he should get a move on before the boys in blue decided he needed to be arrested too! "Ah best be getting' a move on. Y'all take care now!" And with that, he hauled butt. Leaving six unconcious men behind with only Sebastian Blood standing.

A grateful Sebastian Blood at that and he would speak favorably of the man very soon for his actions tonight. Blood had a feeling these six men were likely part of the Racists he'd encountered a rally and a worried thought came to mind about the Japanese man who had given his own voice with his that day. I pray for your safety this night my friend.

At the Yamashiros

The six man group, much like the one at Sebastian Blood's home were all down for the count after Oliver had made short work of them. Though he hadn't pulled any punches when he went after them either. Bones had been broken and certain areas of the body would never be the same again thanks to a few well placed arrows. Three were very well likely dead cause of those arrows as well. Not that that particularly bothered Oliver in that moment as he made a decision to take one of the shooters with him for a little q and a. Maseo made his way out after telling his wife and son to stay inside the house for the time being. Walking up to his friend as he looked at the fallen shoothers, Maseo could hardly find any sort of concern within himself for what had befallen these men tonight. "Thank you Oliver. If not for your assistance tonight, we would be dead."

Oliver looked at him with a grave expression on his face. "Thanks are never needed between friends Maseo." He replied seriously and Maseo nodded.

"Have you already called the cops?" The husband and father nodded at the question and the archer gave a nod of satistfaction to that.

"What now?"

"Now? I'm gonna take one of these with me to ask a few questions. How he'll be afterwards is all up to him."

Maseo winced at the mental image that thought gave him and hoped his young friend's psyche could handle the actions he may have to take in order to get answers. "Do you require any assistance in the matter?"

Oliver shook his head in the negative as his friend needed to be with his family instead of with him. "Nah, but if I do I'll let you know." Which if he had his way, he wouldn't be going to Maseo at all with any of this until after he'd gotten his answers.

Grabbing one of the men still alive, he hoisted him on to his shoulder and with a nod to Maseo, took off into the shadows towards a black van he had recently gotten hold of in case he had the opportunity to take any of the White Supremacists with him for some questioning. Sirens could even be heard in the distance too as he loaded up the shooter into the back and quickly got into the driver's seat and made his way out of the area. He'd end up passing a few squad cars but none gave him any attention as they had their focus on something else for the time being. A few hours later in the abandoned warehouse would see Brian Stalk getting word from one of his men that the two groups he'd sent to take out the Sympathizer and the Japanese man had failed in their tasks. A bit of news he definitely wasn't too happy about but thankfully the messenger didn't lose his life over it.

"It seems someone is looking out for our targets. This someone could be a potential threat to our plans and I can't have that. Put some surveillance on the two to see if we can ascertain if any of their associates have the ability to bring down our men."

"Yes sir!" Replied the messenger before hauling ass to do as told.

Left alone in his office, Stalk looked over a newspaper at his desk. A newspaper that featured the headline about the upcoming Unity Festival in Little Vibe and he grinned a savage grin at what he had planned for the event. A plan that would show the city the power he and his men had and would ensure their goals of creating chaos and segregation. "Those two can always be dealt with another time after we've made our point at this little festival." Muttered the man to himself with that savage grin still in place. A grin that only seemed to widen at the thoughts of what would happen at the event when the time came.

And not even who ever had stopped his men from killing those two fools would be able to stop it!

Author's Notes: May there have been much enjoyment of this one! Sorry on the wait and I'll do my best to not leave you all hanging for so long where this one is concerned! Up next: Trouble at the Unity Festival! Will it end horribly or will all be saved? Find out next time!