Ooh, what's Cable got in mind for his evening? Probably nothing he'll enjoy. But it's pretty likely neither will who he's gonna be spending said evening with. Heh heh.

Finding the whereabouts of the best friend of one 'Wade Wilson' turned out to take next to zero effort. Only a quick search in this time period's excuse for a World Wide Web got Cable a list of known associates and within seconds he had that narrowed down to a bar owner/operator who went by the name 'Weasel'.

He hadn't really been paying attention to the young Fire Fist's roommate's listed name when he'd looked the kid up in the prison database, but he'd still remembered it. All the easier because it was alliterative and had a vaguely nice ring to it.
So he'd plugged the name in and bingo: the guy making his mission way harder than it needed to be popped up and Cable popped on over to Wade's best friend's bar. Where he waited in the shadows outside until the owner himself skulked outside and set fire to a small, obviously hand rolled cigarette of some kind.

Cable snatched the Weasel from behind, right as the first wispy trail of smoke went up from the cigarette's lighted tip. He didn't bother covering the vermin's mouth, seeing as no one would come to help if he screamed for it. Which, interestingly enough, he didn't. Opting instead to insist that he had a 'prescription' for that and that it was a 'misdemeanor at most anyway, man'.

By the time Cable had the guy tied up and stuck to a chair, he'd already decided that it wasn't going to take much to get him talking. A good glower, a well insinuated threat, and he'd know what he wanted to know.
Only problem there? Turned out he wasn't sure what it was he wanted to know.

"I swear, I'll tell you anything, man, just please don't remove my fingernails one by one and then make me eat them. I don't eat them while they're on my fingers, man! Why would you do something so fucked up?!"

Cable rolled his eyes as the sad excuse for an owner of an establishment of sin and vice began sobbing and mumbling hysterically. Then the guy with the hostage took a menacing step forward, minutely pleased when it got him the attention he needed, and opened his mouth, hoping it would know what to say better than his brain did.
"You tell me what I need to know and I won't have to."

"Oh God, please, please, please, please don't-"

"Tell me what I need to-"

"Yes! Yes, okay, alright, fine, I'll tell you anything!" The bespectacled man promised, ending in a whimper.

"Your friend, Wade Wilson?" Cable started.

"Yeah, I know where he lives, what day his fiancée was murdered, which bank he uses, his debit pin; I can forge his signature-"

"What's his favorite color?"

Every mouth in the tiny room shut with a click. A hint of disbelief ringing in the sudden, silent void.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Demanded the Weasel, sounding almost as if he'd grown a pair in the few moments his life hadn't been in obvious danger of being taken from him.

"The kind you better know the answer to," Cable growled, stopping to bring his eyes level with his 'guest's'. Who quailed when his techno organic glare started glowing.

"Please don't melt my brain!"

"How can I get that fucking weirdo to leave me the the hell alone?!"

"Oh, fuck, pleas don't fry my tiny, tiny brain!"

"Then answer my questions!" Cable demanded, surging forward and grabbing the soft minded individual by the shirt collar.

All he got for his efforts was a high pitched, protracted scream right in the eardrum.

When Cable finally schlepped his banged up body back to his rented room, the first thing he did was flop down on the bed and curse his rotten- worse than rotten luck.
The second thing he did was flick the television on and let the drivel of the era flow over him like an annoying, babbling brook over bone tired pebbles.

"-the Juggernaut has yet to be found-"

Cable bolted to a sit and found the news show on the flickering screen had just switched to a story about a canine who'd saved a young child from drowning in a well.
Though rather touching, he didn't have time for good news right then. Especially not if what he'd heard scant moments ago was actually true.

Cable flipped through channels until he found one of the more doom and gloom stations, which just so happened to have a screen-wide photograph of exactly what Cable had been hoping it wouldn't.
Juggernuat was indeed on the loose. And if his gut wasn't just being a little bitch at the bone chilling confirmation, it was telling him that the ultimate fighting force had teamed up with the just-young-enough-that-he-could-be-killed Fire Fist.

Cable laid himself back down with a heavy groan, flicking off the television as an offhanded afterthought.
When his taught muscles finally began to loosen for the evening, he allowed himself to think about what it was he was going to have to do tomorrow, and how very awkward it was all going to be. After all, until a couple minutes ago, he'd been trying to keep 'Wade Wilson' and his little gang of evil-mutant loving thugs out of his way. Or kill them trying.

Rolling over and shutting his eyes tight, Cable decided that for his mission to work, he was going to need to suck it the fuck up and ask for help from the weirdo in red and his gaggle of cult like supporters.

Decision made, the man on a now slightly different mission pulled a pillow under his head and started counting electric sheep, ready for a little regenerative shut-eye. While his mind shut down for a good, hard reboot, Cable begrudgingly allowed it a few parting thoughts. Such as: his nemesis, the unstoppable red clad pain in his ass, was probably doing exactly the same thing right now. Especially if he'd been eviscerated by the Juggernaut.

And his last thought before restorative sleep: he'd figured out his stalker's favorite color. Red. Fucker parades around in a red suit for God's sake. Shouldn't have been that hard to figure out.

So the guy who was gonna go ask his enemies for help in the morning let himself feel like a total dumbass the few seconds it took him to completely shut down, with the quid pro quo that tomorrow he was gonna be the smartest person in the room. All day long.
Yep. Smartest person in the room, asking his enemies for help. Like a dumbass.

Fuck this was gonna be awkward.

Haha! Cable's finally realized he has to play nice to get what he wants! Hope that works out for him!