Before we get started I'd like to thank The Baz for helping me get started with all of this, I wasn't exactly sure how to go about gaining readers but he gave me the advice I needed to get started. Also he gave me the green light to use his OC Fidelis from his story The White Mask, as well as OCs from his other stories as well so be on the look out. If you haven't read it go check it out, it's great.
Travis felt something cold and wet being dragged across his forehead and cracked his eyes open, after his phone call with his sister he passed out on the couch of the room they were in. Opening his eyes he found himself staring into a pair of green eyes similar to his own, the one who was wiping his forehead was a girl who looked to be his age. She had long black hair and wore a white dress. "I thought I escaped those huntresses?" He groaned closing his eyes again.
"You did." The girl spoke as she continued to wipe the remaining blood from his head wound.
Travis remained still as she did this. "You mean I'm not dead?"
"Of course not, why would you think that?" This voice was slightly different and came from the other side of the couch, Travis turned his head to look at the one who spoke and found a girl nearly identical to the one treating him sitting there, though her hair was shorter and she wore a deep crimson dress.
Travis grinned. "Because I'm surrounded by angels." This earned a giggle from the girl in white and a blush from the one in red. Travis smiled at the reactions. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I got attacked on purpose just to set up that pick up line?"
The one in white giggled again. "Well I'd definitely give you points for dedication to the bit, but the angels bit was kind of cheesy."
Travis placed his hand to his heart and mocked a pained face. "Your breaking my heart here." Travis lifted himself off of the couch and into a sitting position. "So, where's Roman and Neo?" Travis asked while rubbing his eyes.
"They left a few hours ago, the girl asked us to give you this note though." The one in red pulled a piece of paper out of her shirt and handed it to Travis who opened and began reading.
Travis, we just got word from the boss lady. We had to inform her of what went down tonight and it seems she wasn't happy, she's cut you out of the plan entirely. Roman tried really hard to get her to reconsider but you know how that one can be, she kept saying something about you being to much of a risk to have around with your sister looking for you. Anyway I'm really sorry about this but we don't have a choice. Roman had one of the Fang's members make his way to your hotel room and get all of your stuff, he should bring it by the club some time tomorrow, or today depending on when you wake up. Don't worry about the boss lady trying to 'tie up loose ends' though, Roman made it very clear that we didn't need to worry about you blabbing about the plan, honestly I've rarely ever seen Roman get that worked up about something when she brought it up. I wish you luck blondie.
Love N
Travis read through the letter several times before sighing and crumpling the paper up and tossing it. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up before leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling. "Bad news?" The girl in white asked from her spot to his right.
Travis blew smoke up into the air. "It would seem that I am now out of a job." He answered not looking at the girl.
The girl in white looked to her twin who shrugged her shoulders. "We may be able to help with that if your interested." The girl in red told him sounding some what less confident that her sister.
Travis chuckled. "You know where a freelance mercenary as well as an experienced hitman can find work?" He looked to the girl with a raised eyebrow.
"I think we know exactly who you can talk to." The girl in white stood up and made her way to the door followed by her sister, she turned and gestured for him to follow which he did. The two lead him through the back of the club and out into the main area which was quiet and almost completely empty, which made sense because it was mid day and they didn't open for quite a while. The two walked up to a very tall man standing at the bar who was looking at looking at his scroll. "This is our uncle Junior, if anyone could find you work it's him."
Junior looked up from his scroll at Travis. "Aren't you the guy Roman and Neo brought in last night? I thought they took you with them, so what's up?" He asked before putting his scroll away.
Travis took a seat on one of the bar stools and placed several lien on the bar. "Before we get to that I'm gonna need two large glasses of water and a bottle of asprin. I've got a nasty hangover." Junior laughed and the girls giggled at his clear discomfort.
Junior walked around the bar and poured him the water and pulled out a bottle of painkillers from under the bar. "It's on the house."
Travis popped four and downed the first glass of water before he started sipping at the second. "So these two visions of beauty told me that if I was in search of... less than legal work, that I should talk to you." Travis took another sip of water before smiling at the twins who had now taken a seat on the stools on either side of him.
Junior nodded while thinking about the boys inquiry. "Well I am down an enforcer sense my nephew enrolled in school, what kind of skills do you have?"
Travis drank more of the water. "I'm really good at maiming and or killing people. I'm also pretty good at DJing and street side magic tricks." Travis flicked his wrists and a pair of roses popped out of his sleeves which he then handed to the twins with another smiled, Junior just rolled his eyes at the behavior. "But yeah, mostly just fighting. I'm also not shy with skirting the law if you catch my drift."
Junior pulled out his scroll and flipped through several files before stopping and looking at one more closely. "Alright, I think I have just the thing to test you out. A couple of my boys are going to be making a transaction later today across town, I want you to go with them as security. The people we're doing business with are not the type to be taken lightly, you interested?"
"Why not? What group are we dealing with?" He asked as he lit up another cigarette.
"The Sato crime family. Their our biggest competition within Vale, they've got a strangle hold on the local drug trade." Travis nodded.
After taking a long drag Travis downed the rest of the water. "I know the group, I've actually got a buddy whose a part of the group. All I need is my gear and I'm set."
As if on que the main doors to the club opened and in walked a large man carrying a pair of large, long cases as well as a backpack. "I'm looking for Travis Goodwitch." The man called out getting all their attention, Travis walked over to the man who looked him over before handing him the pair of cases and the backpack.
"Tell Roman I said thanks." Travis told the man who had already turned to leave without replying. After opening up one of the cases Travis grinned and turned to Junior. "Just tell me when and where boss."
Several hours later
Travis sat in the back seat of the SUV parked under a bridge on the bad side of town typing on his scroll. The twins, whose names he learned were Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, Mil and Mel for short, were currently texting him about his new sleeping arrangements. Junior told him that if this job went well then he was hired, Junior also offered him one of their spare rooms in the underground level of the club, the same floor as the twins.
Junior himself apparently had his own personal loft on the upper level of the club. Travis was more than happy to share the floor with the twins, and they didn't seem to have any objections with the arrangements either. Junior did warn him about respecting the girls privacy and not overstepping his bounds but he could tell that Junior was well aware of the fact that the two girls were old enough to take care of themselves, but still Travis respected him looking out for the two.
"Hey, when is this shit going down?" Travis called up to the driver of the SUV.
"They should be arriving within the next twenty minutes." The man replied earning a grunt from Travis as he went back to his scroll. "So, you're the new enforcer right? What'd you do before this?" The guy asked turning back and looking towards Travis, the other two men in the car also looked to Travis with interested looks.
Putting away his scroll again Travis cracked his neck. "Mainly just freelance mercenary work for various groups. Raiders in Vacuo, kingpins through out Remnant, even trained with the Trappers of the Red Hand for a while. Actually learned a lot from that bunch, though I bailed a few months in after I decided I didn't like the direction they were going, that and the pay is shit."
"You worked with the Red Hand? Huh, never pegged you as a racist." The guy next to him commented.
Travis chuckled at that. "I don't hate faunus, I'm just not overly fond of them. I've got no desire to go off killing a bunch of innocent people just because of their race. That being said I just don't like the way they always play the victims. Call me what you want." The group was quiet for a few minutes until another SUV showed up and flashed their lights twice at them.
Travis and the three men with him got out of their car as did several men in the other car. Travis held a briefcase down at his side and waited for the other group to step forward. Travis watched as a man a pair of briefcases of his own stepped forward. "The price is eighty thousand, do you have th... Travis?" The man holding the cases cut himself off as he looked at Travis.
"Zack?" Travis asked tilting his head.
The man now identified as Zack started laughing, he was a tall man with shaggy red hair and a black eye patch over his left eye. He wore a pair of red headphones on his head, he had a black leather duster with a high collar that obscured the lower half of his face from view. He wore a pair of black jeans with a single grey leather knee pad on his right knee, he wore similar grey leather straps along his left arm. On his feet were a pair of black and white sneakers.
"Holy shit, when did you get back in town?!" He shouted walking up to Travis and setting the pair of cases down before pulling Travis into a one armed hug. "And when did you join up with Junior's people?"
Travis returned the quick embrace. "I just got back a few days ago, as for working with Junior. Well my bitch sister sent a couple brats after me while I was drunk and I ended up getting burned from my original gig, so after a few minutes of thought I joined up with Junior." Travis explained to the man in front of him.
"Shit man, you should of called me. I'd have set you up with a job in the family." Zack laughed. "Well anyway, we can catch up over some drinks at your new hang out later. For now lets do business, eighty thousand, you got it?"
Travis held up his briefcase. "I'm just the security for these guys." He nodded towards the three men who'd been standing back silently watching the two speak. "While I assume it's all here, I would also like to say if it's not I had no idea." He handed the case to Zack who nodded and handed him one of his cases.
"I'll hand over the other in a second after we count." Zack told Travis before opening the case and quickly going over the contents, after a few minutes he shut it. "It's all here, we're good." Zack then handed the second case. "It was good seeing you again T, lets grab that drink some time soon ight?"
"Hell yeah." The two men bumped fists before grabbing their respective cases and heading back their cars before getting in and driving away.
The car ride was mostly silent until the driver spoke. "Your friends with Long-shot Zack?" He glanced back at Travis who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Long-shot? I just know the guy as Zack, we use to get into all kinds of trouble on the playground when we were kids. I'm guessing the big guy has made a name for himself over the past few years?" Travis explained.
"He's one of the Sato families top enforcers, he's the one they say is responsible for the massacre of the Grimm Boys street gang. Over sixty armed men killed in one night, some were even Beacon or Signal Academy drop outs." The man in the passenger seat shuddered at the memory of some of the pictures he'd seen of the crime scene on some of the websites he went on.
"That's impressive, I'll have to ask him about it sometime." The car pulled up behind the club and one of the three men with Travis said that he'd deal with the goods while Travis went to talk to Junior. Travis navigated his way through the back halls of the club until he exited out onto the dance floor and saw Junior standing behind the bar.
"How'd it go?" He asked as he saw the blonde walking up.
"Smooth as could be, their bag man was that buddy of mine I mentioned, Long-shot they've started calling him." Travis laughed as Junior was surprised Travis knew someone like that. "So Boss, do I get the job?"
Junior chuckled before pulling out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, he pour a small amount into both glasses and slid one to Travis. "Yeah, you've got it." He lifted his glass which Travis did as well and the two clanked the two glasses together before downing the liquid in unison. "By the way, were you being serious when you mention DJing?"
And there's chapter 2, I hope you all liked it. I'd like to thank Mojo1586 for letting me reference his group The Red Hand from his story in this chapter, depending on how things go I hope we'll see more of them. Go check out his story if you haven't already it's great. Leave a review and tell me how I did. Thanks for reading!