Chapter Five

A Little Chat

8:45

The Eagles Bar is a is rough kind of place, where local motorcyclist go to either have a drink, play some pool, pick up women or just chat with other bikers. That night Johnny Briggs was doing all that. Briggs is a big burly man, with long dark hair and a full beard. He was at a table in the corner flirting with a couple women, and having some Bud Light while his buddies where playing pool nearby. They were all too distracted to notice that a man, who looked totally out of place in the biker bar, had entered the bar and was walking towards them.

"I'm looking for a Johnny Briggs," the man said to the bikers who were all now looking at him.

"Who's looking," Briggs told him.

"My name's not important."

"Well, unless you tell me, you can't talk with big Briggs."

"I'm a federal agent."

"Can I see some ID?"

The man pulls out his ID out of his pocket and angrily tosses it on the table.

"Special Agent McGee is it," Briggs said looking at the ID and tossing back to McGee, "how can I help this fine evening?"

"I'm looking for Erick Red. Reports say you work with him. Can you tell me where he is?"

"I know Erick but what makes you think I'm gonna tell you where he is?"

"Cuz' there be hell to pay if you don't."

"Oh really, you think you can take me and my boys Rocco and Miller?" Briggs said pointing to his friends.

"I'll take my chances."

"Well listen up son, Erick is part of this biker gang and in this gang we're all brothers who look out for one another, and I for one ain't a rat, so I'm not sayin' nothin'. So you can just forget about it and get out."

McGee glared at him for a moment then he turned around and left the bar.

X

10:20

Briggs pulled up on his bike to a small motel. He walked with a woman he picked up at the bar to a room not to far away.

"Are you ready for a wild night," Briggs asked the women.

"Ooooh," she replied

Just as they opened the door and were about to open the door Briggs felt something push up against his head. The women screamed as she saw McGee holding a gun up to Briggs head.

"Make any funny moves and your dead," McGee told him.

"You, leave," McGee told the women.

"As for you," McGee said turning his attention back to Briggs, sit down on the chair."

Biggs grabbed the nearby chair and sat as he was told to. McGee pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Briggs hand behind the chair.

"What makes you think I gonna talk," Briggs asked as he was being cuffed.

"I've got all night," McGee answered, " Now, tell me where Erick Red is."

"How am I suppose to know?"

"Do you know where he's going to be?"

"I ain't sayin nothing."

"You better give me some info or else things are going to get worse for you."

"What are ya gonna do?" Briggs asked smiling.

At that moment McGee punched him in the face making his lips bleed.

"Is that all you got?"

McGee responded by punching him in the face again and then again in the stomach.

"Your stronger than you look," Briggs said out of breath..

"Now talk," McGee demanded.

"Fuck you pig."

McGee again punched him in the temple.

"I can keep this up all night," McGee said, " can you."

"Will she shall see."

"Why would you stand up for that little cockroach?"

"Whatever man. He's reliable."

"Reliable? Do you really believe that? He blew up a yacht with two of cousins on it. When I got into a gun fight with him and his 'buds' he ran away leaving them to be slaughtered."

"It don't matter what you say. If I didn't trust him I wouldn't have let him join my gang."

"Ha! He would shoot you in the back if the price is right."

"Why do want him so bad?"

"I'm gonna kill him for killing this girl I love. So you better give me some info."

"Why should I care for some bitch who got-"

Briggs was interrupted when McGee pushed him over so that he was on his back, then he jumped on top of him grabbed his throat and stuck his gun to Briggs face.

"Listen to me you piece of shit," McGee growled, " if you ever and I mean ever talk shit about her again, I'm gonna blow your fuckin brains all over this damn room, you got that. Now tell me, where is Erick!"

"You don't have the balls."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

McGee then got up and shot Briggs in the thigh.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUCK!"

"Do you believe now," McGee said pointing the gun at Briggs face, "now talk."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk. There supposed to be a meeting later at the Moonlight Motel. Erick is suppose to meet with some Columbian gang or something. You'll find him there.

And with that McGee gave him a final kick to the face and left, leaving behind a handcuffed and bleeding Briggs.