(Hey guys. I'm so sorry it's taken this long to actually add to the story. And I know y'all are probably getting irritated with me and my 'writer's block'. I have been working with a good friend, Noble Six, to help me out with that. Things lately though have been really bad. As some may/do know, I lost one of my grandmothers in January a year ago and my folks and I are still reeling from her passing. But I'm trying to write with varied success. I know Mountain Monsters has some controversies and I will not deny that. It's a show my family and I love watching. We watched it with my grandmother and it's something we all love. So with that, I hope you all enjoy the update.)
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Chapter One: A Lesson in Manners
(Unknown location, a few days later)
A group of young men walked into a diner. Some of the people there snickered at them, others just ignored them.
"How was the hunt?"
A man smirked at them, drinking his coffee.
The group didn't respond, simply walked up to order. A few people working there gave them uninterested or the same looks they gave everyone else. A man in the diner's uniform approached the group.
"How are we doing y'all?"
The group greeted the waiter and ordered their drinks, looking over what to eat. Not long after, they got their drinks and were still deciding what to eat. One of the young men grumbled as the man from earlier approached them, smiling.
"Heard you boys ran into some trouble on y'all's hunt."
The young men didn't respond as they focused on the menus.
"Yeah, someone said you ran into a 'government black ops team' or something, tracking you right?"
The grin on his face spread ear to ear. They group continued to ignore him, but some of their faces were starting to turn red.
"Leave 'em alone and go back to your drink."
The man turned around, scowling. The waiter that had taken the group's orders glowered at the man.
"Oh screw you. Do you actually believe the shit they've been peddling? Monsters in the mountains! I've been out there hunting all my life and haven't seen any such shit!"
"Honestly, I don't care what they're doing. They're good customers. You, on the other hand, might need to find a new place to have breakfast."
The man glowered back.
"Screw you."
The waiter walked into the back of the building. He walked back out with a much older man that had a manager badge.
"I don't need you harassing my customers. Unless you apologize, you need to leave."
"Those idiots are going into the mountains looking for make believe things!"
The two continued to argue as a young woman walked into the diner and sat down. Not too long after that a young man walked in. He took a seat a few booths down. The woman looked around, sweating slightly. The young man grabbed something out of his pocket and put it beside him. He took out his phone and started scrolling.
The man the manager was arguing with grumbled, shaking his head. He put his hands up and sat back down. The manager shook his head and walked over to the group of young men.
"Apologies about that boys. Free breakfast? On the house."
The young men turned to him and shook their heads while the one in a hoodie spoke.
"Thanks, Max. But we'll pay. If you tried to do that for us every time this happens, we'd never get to pay you for your restaurant's hard work."
Max chuckled.
"Wouldn't hear many men saying that."
The manager started to walk off but then turned back.
"Son…I know you hate her…but she…I mean you need to-"
"-thanks anyway, Max. But we'll pay."
Max sighed as he returned to the kitchen in his restaurant. One of the young men that sat with the one in the hoodie, one of the few dressed in flannel and jeans and was also the tallest of the group turned to his friend.
"You gotta let that go at some point, man."
"Would you?"
The tall guy sighed.
"I don't know."
The one in the hoodie turned to the others, each of whom looked at him with worry.
"I don't want to go over this again, fellas. Let's just eat breakfast and get ready for our next trip up there."
Some of them nodded, while some shared the same worried look. Eventually the waiter that had taken their orders and a waitress came with their food. The group thanked them before they started to eat.
While the staff cooked and cleaned, the group of young men eventually finished their food. The young man in the hoodie paid for their food and laid it on the table while also leaving a tip. They left for the bathroom and eventually started to use the air dryers. Everyone but the employees, the young woman and the man that sat in the booths left.
An older man with a briefcase walked into the restaurant and sat in the booth with the young woman. The young woman began to sweat more as the man whispered.
"Do you have the data?"
She nodded and pulled out a SD card from her purse. The man chuckled as he took it.
"Good girl."
She looked around, her face beet red.
"...N-Now…give me what you promised…my friend needs that-"
"Change of plans. There's more data we need you to get."
"W-What? But I did everything you asked. I'm risking my neck here. My friend needs that money for their-"
"Shut up."
The man took out his briefcase and opened it, putting the SD card tucked safely in it before he closed and locked the case.
"You'll get your money when we have all the data we need."
"B-But it's just some random junk…those things aren't even-"
The man glared at her and she stopped talking.
"Just shut up and do what you're told. You're the best hacker in the area and that's barely saying something."
The man looked around and chuckled.
"You'll be contacted soon. And you better not disappoint us."
He got out of the booth and started to walk away.
"Hands in the air!"
The man that sat in the booth a few feet away stood behind the man with the briefcase, gun pointed at him.
"Now put the briefcase down nice and easy and get on your belly."
The older man turned and sneered at the gunman, who sneered back.
"Why you-"
The gunman rushed up as the man reached for something and smacked his forehead with butt of his gun. The man spluttered and coughed as he dropped onto the floor, a large cut and bruise was present where the man attacked him. Blood dripped down his face. He was soon handcuffed. His briefcase was still closed and was right beside him.
The young woman gasped. The man turned to her.
"And you. Get on out of that damn booth!"
"What's going on here?!"
The man turned, the manager marched out of the bathroom. The gunman turned, having one hand on the young woman who struggled against his grip.
"L-Let the girl go!"
The gunman scoffed.
"This is none of your concern!"
"What's going on?"
The employees of the restaurant came out and gasped at the sight of the gunman.
Max gulped and reached for his phone. But the gunman laughed.
"Go ahead, call the police."
The young woman grunted as she tried to pull free of the man's grip and tried to run away. But he tripped her and put one foot on her back. Max gasped.
"Y-You bastard!"
The waitress shook but managed a sentence.
"L-Let her go!
The gunman rolled his eyes and pulled a wallet out of his pocket. He opened it revealing a badge.
"I'm S.H.I.E.L.D. you idiots! Now get out of here! Or you'll be on record for preventing an arrest and obstruction of justice!"
Max and his employees hesitated, their eyes on the woman who looked pleadingly at them. The gunman's frown widened. He lifted his gun and the employees ran off. Max hesitated as the man brought up his gun more before he ran.
The young woman whimpered while the gunman scoffed.
"That's what I thought."
He put his gun in its holster before he turned his attention back to the young woman.
"We're gonna take a nice trip to the base nearby where you're gonna talk about who you've been helping. Hacking illegal intel for money racks up a big sentence."
"No! Please! It's for a friend! They need-"
"Shut up!"
The man grabbed her arms as she tried to wiggle free.
"No! They need money for an operation! They don't have the money for it! They offered me the cash if I helped them! What they're looking for isn't worth anything! They're just crazy! I-"
"Shut it!"
The man tightened his grip and pushed her harder against the ground with one knee. She cried out as her head hit the floor. His grip on her arms tightened as he moved them in place to cuff her.
"Y-You're hurting me! Please stop! You're gonna break my arms!"
"Quit resisting!"
The man gripped her harder and the woman began to sob. He sneered and backhanded the woman, who screamed.
"Shut up!"
"Get away from her!"
The man scoffed.
"You don't listen. You stupid-"
The man turned his attention and expected to see the old man again. Instead he was faced with six young men, a few that pointed handguns at him. His frown shifted into surprise. The tallest of the young men with a thick brown beard motioned for the man to step away.
"You're-"
"Shut up."
The one with the hoodie stepped up with the others following him. With their guns pointed at the man he was dragged off the young woman. The one with a hoodie helped her up and cleaned the blood off her head with a nearby napkin. Her eyes widened a little at seeing the group.
"You guys! But-"
"Go, get out of here. Get some people you can trust to help you stay safe."
"But I-"
The one in the hoodie turned his back to her before he replied.
"Get somewhere safe."
"...Thank you…"
She moved for the door but the man that had the briefcase tried to crawl or rather scoot towards her with the side of his body closest to her.
"Get these off me you little bit-"
One of the group turned to him, gun in hand. The man's eyes widened at the gun that was directed at him.
"That ain't no way to talk to a lady. Shut your trap!"
The man's hateful gaze turned to fear. The young woman ran out the door. The six men then surrounded the gunman. The one who looked to be the eldest, who wore glasses and had a long dirty blonde beard removed the man's gun as one of the young men who was clean shaven and held a gun to the man's head kept him still.
The clean shaven man pushed him slightly as he and the others put away their guns. The big man scowled and cracked his knuckles.
"Real tough guy, aren't ya? Putting your hands on a woman."
The clean shaven man spat on one of his shoes. The gunman fumed.
"'Round here we don't take too kindly to that."
"You have no idea who you idiots are messing with."
Another of the group, a heavier set fella with muscular arms cracked his neck.
"Let's find out."
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent smirked and put up his fists. He lunged for the big guy, one hand pulled back. As he threw it forward the one in the hoodie jumped forward and took the punch. He grunted and his head flew to the side and he fell back over the counter and knocked over the cashier machine, hitting his head against it. The others' eyes widened as they scowled. The big man grabbed the agent's right wrist and rammed his fist into the man's jaw. Blood flew from his mouth and he cried out.
The heavier set guy grabbed him by his shirt then threw a haymaker that slammed into his face. The agent grunted as he skidded back and knocked into the clean shaven young man. He grumbled and turned with a punch, but the attack was dodged by a side step. The agent couldn't turn to respond as his other arm had been locked behind his back by the one he just tried to punch. What he saw and felt next was his lower torso being hit by the man's knee.
He grunted and winced as he slammed the arm not locked backwards, his elbow slammed into the man's side. His grip was gone and the agent shifted around yet he turned to face another of the group. He was lanky with a thick, long reddish brown beard. The young man narrowed his eyes at the man and moved his hands around as he sorta tiptoed in place.
Even with the aching pain and the coppery taste of his own blood in his mouth, the agent still scoffed.
"Who are you? Bruce Lee?"
The young man grinned.
The agent's smirk turned into a scowl as he threw a punch. His punch missed and his target responded with a jab. But the agent moved his head to the side and threw a jab. The blow landed and the young man's head flew back but he quickly pulled his head back and threw a haymaker. The agent raised one arm to block the attack then threw out a kick aimed for the man's chest.
The blow landed but the agent's ankle was grabbed by the young man's other hand as he tried to pull him down with him. The agent spat in the young man's face which resulted in his foot being freed from the man's grip. He turned to throw a kick at the man's face as he rubbed it furiously.
"Ah sick, man!"
But his foot was caught by the eldest who launched himself forward. The clean shaven man moved to help his friend as he rubbed the blood out of his face. The agent frowned and his nostrils flared.
"And here I thought you boys were going for a 1v1 each turn."
He grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand and threw a jab with his other fist. The eldest dodged his head to the side. But his other shoulder was grabbed by the agent and he pulled them both onto the ground. He slammed one knee into the man's lower torso. A groan came after the blow.
The agent grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled back a fist to punch. But his wrist was grabbed and he turned to see the lanky man, with most of the blood smeared off his face, who pulled him up and punched him in the face. The agent grunted as his head flew back but he threw his legs forward and tried to lock them around the man's ankles. But the scruff of his shirt was grabbed.
He looked up to see the heavy set guy pulling him up then rammed his fist into his face. The agent grunted and shouted as he fell back. He fumed and spat blood as he turned, throwing several punches, jabs, and haymakers. The heavy set guy grunted as he blocked a blow or two or landed a punch or two of his own, but the agent's blows kept landing before he was knocked down.
"Pathetic. Do some laps, tubby."
The heavy set guy's eyes widened.
"Oh no! You did not just call me 'tubby'!"
He pushed off the ground and tackled the agent then threw several punches aimed at the man's face. Some of them landed and the man cried out as he felt the fist ram into his face again and again. The agent then threw up both hands and blocked another punch then threw one hand forward. The flat handed attack hit the young man's throat between the thumb and the pointer finger. His eyes widened as he gasped and fell back, his hands on his throat.
The clean shaven man rushed up as the agent got onto his feet. He tackled him against the side of one of the booths. He slammed one knee into the man's lower torso followed up with a swift haymaker. The blow landed and knocked him over. But he pushed himself off a nearby table and threw a wide haymaker. The blow landed but the young man backhanded him and slammed one knee into the agent's hip.
The man grunted and winced before he pushed against the young man and headbutted him. The man grunted as he stumbled back, one hand going to his forehead. He looked down at the hand and saw blood. The young man scoffed. He shouted as he rushed forward and tackled the agent onto a table. He locked his arms around the agent's throat, whose hands tried to pry them off his neck. The agent coughed and sputtered.
"G-Get off me!."
"Shut it."
He gripped the agent tighter, but received a backwards headbutt. The young man growled as he lost his grip and they both fell to the ground.
"Damn! My nose!"
The young man's nose was broken and coated in blood. He moved to set it back into place. But the agent kicked out at him, the blow striking the young man's chest. He groaned as he fell back. The lanky guy moved to help him.
The big guy scowled and grabbed the agent by the back of his shirt as he tried to get onto his feet. He then threw him against a booth. The man winced and cried out as he felt his head bang against the hard plastic. He sputtered and spat, his teeth stained with his own blood. He jumped up and threw a vicious punch at the big man. But his target moved to the side and grabbed his other arm then twisted it behind his back.
"I don't think so."
He then kicked him in his lower torso. The agent gasped and coughed before he was thrown onto the floor. The gunman coughed.
"Bastards."
The eldest walked up behind him.
"Now I think this is going to be a good lesson for you. If you don't treat women or people in general right, you're gonna run up on someone who's gonna kick your ass again. You got that-?"
The agent turned quickly and pulled him off his feet. He quickly scrambled for his gun that had been taken. The other five that had been fighting him rushed forward, but the agent had gotten his gun and pointed it at them. The others helped their friend up as the agent pointed his gun at them. The group backed off, hands up. Their eyes widened at the sight of the gun, but they scowled at the man.
The agent fumed.
"You sons of bitches! You're gonna pay for this!"
The big man scoffed.
"Looks like you got it worse than us."
The agent frowned. His face was bruised and bloody, his arms and legs were shaking. His nose was broken and he thought his jaw was almost broken as well He wasn't sure if he had a few bruised or broken ribs. He winced and groaned, his other hand going to his chest.
"But now you lose. And for this, all six of you-"
His eyes widened slightly. He only saw five in front of him.
"Where's the other one?! The other loser?! You're buddy in the hoodie!"
The others didn't respond. The agent spat and looked around.
"Where are you?! Come out!"
He still didn't see him. The man glowered.
"Come out or they'll be-"
His gun lowered and pointed slightly away when he was tackled. The gun went off and fell out of his hand but the bullet only struck the floor as the gun clattered against the marble. The young man in the hoodie had leapt from the counter. The agent scrambled against his attacker and as he tried to keep his balance, a punch landed against his face then another to his lower torso. The air left his lungs as a shrill gasp came out of him as he finally felt a rib break.
Then a swift uppercut threw his head up and the agent dropped to the floor. His chest heaved as he breathed. He looked up at his attacker. The hoodie had fallen back to reveal a shaggy head of dark brownish-black hair with blood that dripped down from where his head had hit against the cashier machine. A set of amber eyes stared into the agent's. The agent grunted as he tried to get up, but a foot planted on one of his arms, the one closest to his gun.
The young man leaned down and scowled at him, a scar ran up from his chin through his lips and up above his upper lip as well as another that was against his left eye, that briefly reminded the agent of Scar from The Lion King. He rubbed his face and smeared off the blood that stained his stubble.
His friends gathered and stood around him, staring down at the agent. The agent grunted and winced.
"You have no idea who you've-"
The young man with the scars punched him and knocked him out. He grunted as he put his hoodie back on. They turned around to find the man that had insulted the woman earlier was now gone with the suitcase. Though his blood was still on the floor.
The big guy turned to the others.
"Damn, I was thinking of giving him a lesson too."
The clean shaven guy chuckled.
"Yeah, he deserved a good whooping too."
The young man in the hoodie's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Better call her to let her know whoever that guy was is gone now."
The others nodded before he turned back to the man they had beaten and turned back to face the door.
"Damn…let's get to the doctor. We've got work to get back to. And one of us is gonna have to call Max."
The eldest sighed and took out his phone.
"I'll let him know."
The others nodded and they left the restaurant.
To be continued…
(I've been wanting to get to this story for a while and continue it. It's definitely something I've been hoping to do…I guess because of everything that's happened and me still struggling with writing…it's been difficult. Still, I should've gotten to this earlier…I know this doesn't have a big following, but for those who are again I'm sorry. Hope this was a good update…one that should've been much earlier. Sorry.)
