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Chapter Fifteen; Big John
John looked around his place. The Chief N' Beef had been the best place for Purple Dragon to get a bite ever since Old Nate was in charge, back when John was more commonly referred to as 'Big John'. Now that he had taken over the place was still popular with the Dragons and -in John's opinion- the burgers were better.
The number of Dragons and Initiates was as low as it had been the night before when everyone had gone slinking home to lick their wounds inflicted by that Nightwatcher. John himself found that whenever he tried to bend over too far his gut reminded him of his own spat with the vigilante.
To say the absolute least he was beyond less than pleased when the door of the eatery was literally broken off its hinges and the same leather clad figure came storming inside. Had John not been reaching for his bat and planning how he would kick this punk out of his place he might have noticed deviations in the vigilante's behavior.
Instead of standing at the door and waiting to be attacked he marched straight towards the counter where John stood. And instead of asking questions in a loud and overly confident voice he kept silent. Finally, instead of being relaxed and almost easy going, there was a fog of malice rolling off of him that caused even the more confident of the Dragons to back up for their own safety. By the time he reached the counter the Chief N' Beef was nearly empty.
John stepped out from behind the counter, bat in hand, "You here for a rematch?" He growled.
The response was a swift kick to John's already bruised gut. "Still looking for information." The Nightwatcher growled. John was seized by his collar and despite his bulk he found himself being lifted and shoved back over the counter, "I want to know every whisper of gossip you even imagined hearing about the kid and his father and I want to know it now."
John sneered, he hadn't been a member of the Purple Dragon for so long to turn snitch. Instead he swung the bat in his hand with all of his considerable might. It crunched squarely onto the Nightwatcher's helmet, causing the visor to crack. Instead of stumbling back or politely losing consciousness the Nightwatcher tightened his grip on John's collar, compromising his breathing while a stabbing, burning pain in his wrist forced him to drop the bat.
"Tell me about the kid and his father." Nightwatcher growled. Despite the barely contained rage echoing from the helmet John had the vague feeling that he hadn't made this guy mad, he was already too mad for a bat over the head to make a difference.
When John still refused to speak he felt a blade press up to his throat, he was astonished to find that the costumed figure was holding him down without effort with only one hand. The other hand was poised and ready to kill, as so clearly demonstrated by the warm tickling of John's blood as it started to flow from a cut in his throat. Instead of fear, John smirked.
"I've been a member of this gang since before you was born, guaranteed, and unlike some of these pansies skippin' town lately I'm willin' to die for the Dragons." For the first time in years he like he was the Big John giving orders to the little Dragon noobs; like that kid who eventually got the nickname 'Hun'.
"Fine then, say hi to all your little Dragon buddies in He-"
"STOP!" The pressure on John's throat lessened as the Nightwatcher turned to see who had spoken. John would have taken advantage of the situation if his mouth weren't hanging open in shock.
"And, you would be?" Nightwatcher asked, he sounded more annoyed at the disturbance than concerned with the man's appearance.
The man stood with determination as he introduced himself. "My name is Kyle Ramos, but your friend on the counter knows me as Diablo Poco."
John smirked, "PD? Y'ain't so little any more."
Kyle glared at the man, "What have you done with Nora's boy? Where is Peter?" He demanded.
John kept smirking. "Ya shouldn't 'a come here PD. Ya really shouldn't 'a."
"Still here ya know." Nightwatcher grumbled, disliking the man's sudden appearance, how little he understood the situation and mostly the fact that he was being ignored.
John looked up at Nightwatcher's visor, there was something in his expression that made Nightwatcher's skin crawl underneath the leather, "You were according to plan, PD here is an unexpected bonus."
"Huh?" Kyle and Nightwatcher were equally confused.
Under the slightly lessened pressure of Nightwatcher's grip and his blade John started to chuckle as he explained. "You stupid fools, we knew leathers here would come back looking for info, but we at least expected PD to stay smart and run." He stopped chuckling and took a deep breath before barking, "NOW!"
Glass shattered and wood splintered as Purple Dragon armed with guns came in through the windows, the open door and the back doors, all weapons aimed at Nightwatcher and Kyle.
Kyle looked around with a well trained eye before lifting his hands, muttering in Spanish.
Nightwatcher glanced around before refocusing on John, "Call them off!" He ordered, pressing the blade of his sais back to John's throat.
The store owner's face was almost sadistic, "I was supposed to be dead before they got here. Go ahead and kill me."
Barely had the word 'trap' seeded its way into Nightwatcher's mind before the Chief N' Beef was filled with the sounds of gunfire.
Cliffhanger? Where? Where?
For those of you who've forgotten, Kyle was the family friend with the Purple Dragon tattoo. It was at his apartment that Nora was attacked again and Turtle Titan was shot.
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