WELP I messed up.
So for this Chapter I wanted to try and do what I did with my other story and Write a longer chapter. I wanted to see how you all would respond to it. But tonight after looking it over I didn't think it would work so well and deiced to break it up into two chapters instead. This part I was pretty happy with, while the other needed a few more paragraphs and editing. Thinking I would post the second chapter tomorrow after finishing up. I than noticed that I fucked up the save on the second part and lost all of the second part. Going back to the original I already saved over the changes. So I am only left with my notes and outline for the second part. So before I work on any of my other stories I want to fix this first.
I do apologies for my mistake.
With this said I will remake the second part and will post it with in 2 -3 days. And I hope you enjoy this chapter.
The Bartender and The Twins
By the time, Corvo left his apartment the sun had already set on the city. Making his way along its rooftops, he went over the information he had on Junior. Most of what he found on the man was basic at best. His bar/club had popped up after the previous owner "abandoned" it and the title was sold cheap. It soon developed a reputation of "minor" incidents that drew the police to its doors, however they could not find anything that would be worse than a fine or short jail time for Junior's grunts.
Using Leo's scroll and peeking into the police records. Corvo found the files and notes of the detectives investigating Junior and his crew. But after looking over the data it was clear Junior had some leverage in the department. Detectives that had been put on the case had various amounts of success. However all of the reports stop before any major evidence could be found pinning Junior to any of the crimes. Some of the detectives claimed to have hit a dead end, while others would be pulled from the case to work another.
Whether they were bride, blackmailed, or even threatened to drop the case most did. Worse would be the few that continued their investigation, as evidence would be found soon after labeling them dirty ending their service in disgrace or in jail themselves.
While this furthered showed the incompetence of the police force, it also showed that Junior might have the connection Corvo lacked. Looking over the few reports that had any useful information in them, he learned a few things about the info broker. Junior is "allegedly" to deal mostly with information buying and selling at the will of the client. Most of the deals would be held in his office located in the back of the building. Although he has been spotted tending the bars and talking with a few of the customers on occasion. When a disturbance happens his employees, recognizable by their suits would step in to end it quickly and brutally if need be. When they would not be enough, Junior's true muscle would take over.
Who was first thought to be his entourage, the twin girls dressed in a, "unique" style that shadowed him turned out to be his enforcers. An undercover officer who was disguised in a very, "revealing and sexist" outfit as she put it. Witnessed the two take down a large man that had threated Junior. While one used claws on her hands, the other had shoes with blades attached to them attacking the man in unison to overwhelm him. From what the officer saw of the fight it ended very quickly with the man covered in shallow cuts all over his body. They were later identified as the Malachite Sisters.
It is assumed that the girls were recruited by Junior a few years back. With no record of them entering any combat or hunter schools, the twins still had an impressive history. While unknown if they had their Aura's unlocked the two boost an array of skills that would rival most soldiers if not young Hunters.
"Speaking of Hunters." Corvo thought. Apparently one of the side notes in a file stated how a few of the local Hunters had been seen walking into the club as well. With said Hunters leaving soon after. Within a week they would arrive at the station with Bounties or missing persons. "Guess Junior likes to play both sides as long as they pay." With the next jump Corvo felt how light his wallet was. "He's gonna ask for a bloody favor I just know it." He sighed.
Arriving at the district, Corvo paused on top one of the surrounding buildings. Steading his breathing before casing the Club he peeked over the ledge to listen to the conversation on the street. To his surprise it was quiet compared to the other night. The drunken cheers were gone replaced with the groans and complaints of the familiar grunts making their rounds. They looked to be sober and in a foul mood stopping any that tried to get past on the streets.
Sticking to the roofs Corvo leaped across making his way to the club. He was curious as to why they increased the security so much in one day. But was shocked, as it looked like a bomb had gone off in the building. Broken glass and metal was scattered on the floor, as the Grunts swept it up. Part of the sign hanging over head was blow out along with any of the windows on the building.
Hearing voices below Corvo Blinked to one of the abandoned scaffolding beneath him. A few patrols moved passed him each having their own conversation with each other. After listening to the groups. Several complained for their pay being cut. Even if they were "shit faced on the clock" as they called it when last night happened. Apparently the club being closed for repairs was the lie that was feed to the public. Claiming an accident or a drunk Hunters weapon accidently misfiring in the club was the excuse. Until a pair came by with one laughing at the other.
The man talking had his shades off, a notables bruised under one of his eyes. "Really man, I can't believe you got that shiner taking a bottle to the face." The man held his side fighting for breath as he patted the shoulder of his unfortunate friend.
Shacking he pushed the arm off of him getting in the face of the other man. "I'm telling you Joe, it was a Hunter that caused this mess not a normal bar fight! Junior just saying shit so no one finds out we got this banged up by one person." After saying the words the man covered his mouth looking around to see if anyone heard him.
The man named Joe just continued to laugh pulling out a cigarette as they stopped to talk. "Alright, alright I believe yea. Wouldn't be the first time this happened to a place like ours, care to then describe this hunter to me. Is he one of the locals that stops by for business?" Joe pulled out another smoke for his friend to take.
Taking the cigarette the man turned as he mumbled something lighting it and inhaling. "What was that?" Joe asked lending closer with a smirk on his face.
"I said it was a blonde girl, yea ass." His face was red as he turned on his friend forgetting his previous attempt of subtlety. "She had long blonde hair down to her back with a full body, her eyes were red "or purple" and she used these weird gantlets like the red Twin but instead of blades she shot shells from them. Apparently she even gave them a hard time before they stopped her. And if you don't stop making that face I'll punch you right in the fucking mouth!"
Joe covered his mouth stepping away to avoid the possible hit as he smothered his laugh but was still shaking.
"Laugh it up buddy I'm sure the Twins would love to have a word with you and your view of strength and gender. You might even get to meet that Blonde girl. I can't image what they put her through after what she did." He said shoving Joe to the side as he walked passed.
Joe's laugher stopped as he choked on the smoke he exhaled. "F-fine, you made your point. Let's just continue before the boss cuts our pay more."
As the two rounded the corner Corvo Blinked to the top of the building. Circling around he franticly looked for an opening to the Club. The description matched her to a T and after meeting her it was obvious as to who they were talking about. "Damn it Yang." He muttered before finding a broken window leading in to the club.
Once inside the damage to the Club was worse than the outside. Corvo had trouble finding any stable footing along the rafters, some of the metal beams holding lights or speakers barley looked stable to support themselves much less himself. The bar was leveled with barely any bottles still standing on the shelves. Some of the pillars were chipped or had pieces missing from them. Most notably was a giant indent in the dance floor spider webbing out from the center.
Looking around he did not spot Yang in the open areas. Corvo activated Dark Vision hoping to spot her through any of the walls in the building. In his search he found a room that looked to be an office with a man sitting behind the desk while two girls sat on a couch in the corner. Noting the place for later he continued his search with no success. With his panic getting the better of him, he was about to Blink down to "talk" to some of the grunts to see if they knew where she was and hoped for their sake that she was unharmed.
Spotting one of the scattered Thugs near a dark corner. Corvo Blinked down, his hand about to cover the man's mouth to drag him back into the shadows. Till a loud call echoed from the busted speakers. The man turned to the sound with only years of muscle memory shifting Corvo's body into the shadows to hide. With the man gone Corvo Blinked back to the ceiling making his way over to where the men were called to gather. He looked down to see a line of men dressed in regular clothing standing in front of one of the usually dressed grunt walking back and forth with a gimp leg.
His voice hoarse as he began. "Alright listen up. You are aware the club is being repaired as we speak and while our public statement is an accident. There were a lot of guest still around during the fight. And if word gets out how we lost and the Blonde just walked out, it's gonna make us look weak. So instead of flat out denying it, your job is to twist any spreading rumors with how we beat her and she suffered for crossing us."
The line of men tensed, listening as he continued. "Uses your regulars to spread as much as you can, and keep an ear out for any movement from our rivals especially Mike's Gang. Hopefully they will be too busy with the White fangs stealing their supplies to notice this."
The man continued to give orders but Corvo tuned out hearing how Yang was fine. Holding his chest he cursed the girl for taking years off him. With that weight off his mind Corvo turned to the office in the back of the club.
Opening his eyes Junior looked around at what had to be a nightmare for the man. The only reason he did not continue to believe it was. Had been the constant pain that was throbbing through most of his head reminding him, that this was reality. Pulling the top off of a half-finished bottle he took a long drink. He hated today.
Waking up to see your ass had been kicked along with your home trashed was a bitter pill. After he dragged himself back to his office where he tried to do as much damage control as possible. He was now looking over the expense report for the repairs and damage. Most of it being to the décor and the entertainment systems of the club (also the most expensive he winced) after making a lot of call and cashing in a few favors, most of the repairs were settle as workers would come in to fix the place with in a few days.
While he had a stash of lien to cover most of the cost to the club, the worse damage could not be repaired so easily. If word got out how his place was trashed, along with most of his crew. With the bitch that caused all of it walking away with hardly a scratch. He would lose a lot of resources and clients with this embarrassment. His rivals would have a field day picking him apart. He would normally be disgusted by the idea but the only way to save face was to spread rumors with how the girl was punished for crossing him. Hopefully since she fought the Twins people would think they were the ones punishing her. If only they did win.
Looking over to the couch the Sisters were still tending to their wounds. While most of his boys were only knocked out, the Twins and himself suffered the worst from the fight. If there was any silver lining to this mess was that the girls finally got knocked off their high horse, realizing they were not the best and should continue their training again.
He sighed taking another drink.
Even though they were a pain in his ass he did care for the girls. Seeing them like that only brought up memories of their first day. It was only a few years ago he had found them in his office. They offered to be his muscle after they last boss had hired them only to chase their skirts. With said boss's lackeys storming the office looking for them, it was a quick demonstration of their skills, before they were hired on the spot. He gained an enemy but also two loyal bodyguards.
As touching as that memory was, it only reminded him how many enemies he made and being as vulnerable as he was now. Did not bode well for his health.
Resting his head on the table he reached for the bottle for another drink hoping the bitter liquid would help his headache or at least his mood. After the third time of only grabbing air, Junior slowly turned his head to see the bottle was gone.
"Very funny Melanie." Junior groaned fully lifting himself off his desk. "I' already said you were right about her, so just give me back my bottle. Or do you need something stronger?"
Apparently Melanie's arrogant tone was still in one piece as she replied sharply, "What are you talking about? I didn't steal your bottle." Her face shifted with disgust, "Besides I wouldn't touch the junk you like."
Mercifully Miltia's voice was softer as she confirmed with her sister. "She's right, we haven't moved from the couch, and only you like that type. Are you sure you didn't misplace it?" She asked while wrapping her sister's wrist giving it a light tug.
Melanie flinched from the act glaring at her sister and pulling her hand away looking it over. "Stop doing that. There tight enough." Miltia rolled her eyes ignoring her sister outcry.
Getting no sympathy Melanie crossed her arms and turned her cold stared back to him. "See I didn't touch your crappy drink."
Mimicking her sister movements Miltia added, "I have to agree with her, for a bartender you have awful taste in drinks."
Junior tried to ignore their words but knew how they felt about his bad habit.
"They're right you know, this stuff will rot your gut more then get you drunk." A voice behind him added.
Junior threw his hands up defeated as he was out numbered, "Alright fine, I'll switch to, to…"
I hope you enjoyed this part of the chapter. Please continue with all the support I really appropriate you all!
(Minner Spoiler Warning Below)
After reading most of the whole chapter before I split it, I kind of felt the need to make the second part its own chapter. A small spoiler but the second part of the chapter I had Corvo doing a mission for Jr. I will not say anymore about what that entails now but the chapter would play out how Corvo might go about doing a mission like in the game. But one of the reasons I added the "Side Quest" for Corvo was to move the time of the world along. I plan on the Main cast and Corvo to interact at key moments from the show and while I dont know exactly how long time pasted from each point in would make sense that they were done at least a few days apart from one another. I will go into more details as this happens in the story but thats kind of what Im doing for now.