Chapter 5
Hey all I am not sure what is up but I am really doing well pounding out chapter after chapter of my stories. Maybe I wasn't just relaxing enough or something. I don't know but I think I have updated at least 3 of my stories in the last month and this makes 4. Maybe I am wrong I don't know but I feel good. Now how I feel about this chapter? Not sure. I will let you all say how I did.
Moving on to Q&A. Well, there really where not any. Expect one from Reader. To answer your question yes the twins are vamps and we may see others from Roanapur. I loved the manga and anime and lots of characters I could use. With that said lets move on to the story. Hope you all like it.
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Standing outside what at first appeared to be a run-down building on the outskirts of New York City's district Lieutenant George Stacy. About to be Captain George, Stacy was rubbing his tired eyes after watching another body bag being dragged out of the building. For the last few months, he had already gotten little sleep at night. The on going and escalating gang war going on kept him and the rest of the NYPD up at night. But this, this was far, far worse. George had liked to think that in his over 20 years in the NYPD had led him to see everything. Murder, rape, decapitation and many other horrible things he had seen but this just took things to a new level.
It was really just bad luck that he and his good friend Sergeant Bill "The Bull" Willams where closest to the scene when everything went down. Shoots fired reported in run down part of the city. Bill and him had thought that it was just another gang shooting and readied themselves for a fight. Only to arrive out a building with its doors blown off by some kind of explosion. Most likely it was by a grenade of some kind according to forensics team. But that was a surprise as the gangs were starting to use more and more military grade weapons in their war. The surprise where the bodies inside and the state those bodies where in.
Upon entering the building Bill and him had at first come across you typical gunshot victims. Victims of the ongoing gang war no doubt. Pass them however where the real victims. People chained to walls with open cuts on their back, women tied to chairs with all matter of objects shoved in their private parts. As well as bedroom filled with people now dead who were bruised and broken. It was sickening to look at but only got worse when they found the basement and mistakenly went downstairs. Up to that point everything Bill and him had seen to that point they had seen before sadly.
None of which prepared them for what they found beyond those doors. The sheer shock of what George had seen made him back up hard into the wall. Gasping for breath, unable to breath or think straight. The sheer mutilation of the was once people down there reminded him only vaguely of the Tomahawk Butcher Jacob Scott who cut up his victims before dumping them. But that was where the similarities ended. This people where just crop up, they were taken apart slowly, put back together in the worse ways one can think of and all while they were clearly still alive. George had honestly taken it better then Bill who most thought was one of the, if not the toughest men on the force. Who had to run outside and throw up.
No George had kept his nerves but only just barely and only because there was one more door to open. He honestly didn't want to open it. Didn't want to know what was beyond that door. But it was his duty to open that door. If only to check to see if anyone was still alive in this hell hole. He really wished he didn't feel so strongly about his duty. It doesn't really remember what happened next. It was like a part of him wasn't there anymore. A part of him had fled at the site of what he saw to hide away from the reality of what had taken place here. One of his men would later tell him that he was crying. He didn't remember crying but if he did could anyone blame him. What monster couldn't cry at the site of what was once children.
Seeing a car pull up to the scene he sees his good friend and mentor Captain Russell Kinney step out of it. Looking every bit of his 64 years of age. Just by looking at his soon-to-be ex-captain George could tell he knew someone told him the news on what had happened. News he clearly didn't take well as his eyes looked tired. The smiling face of a man ready to retire and spend time with his grandchild has been replaced gloom of death.
"Lieutenant Stacy." Russell says to George in his best commanding voice that sounds hollow right now.
"Captain." George greets back in a tired voice.
Letting out a sigh at hearing the tiredness in George's voice, Russell knows what he has been told was sadly true. He was hoping it wasn't but it would seem he hoped in vain.
Stepping around George Russell heads into the crime scene and asks George who he knew was following him, "Walk me though it."
"Yes sir. At exactly 1:36pm Bill and I responded to call shots fired at what appeared to be an abandoned building. Upon arriving at the scene, we noticed the doors blown off their hinges but no sounds of gunfire. It seemed that whatever t had happened was already over. Upon entering the building we found several dead bodies. Guards by the looks of them. All dead from what we later found out was simi-auto fire and shotgun fire."
"Now many dead in total?" Russell asks.
Letting out his own sigh George says, "We don't know yet. Count stands at 36 but….."
"But what George?" Russell asks.
Licking his dry lips and looking truly down beat George asks, "A lot of the bodies we have found are in parts. Its making getting a true count difficult."
Taking of his police captains hat Russell runs his hand though his gray hair and says, "Is it truly that bad?"
"Worse," Is all George says before he walks toward two dead bodies that had yet to be taken away. Then pulls off the sheets so Russell could see who they were and of course he recognizes them.
They are two US senators, one from their own state of New York and the other a visiting delegate from North Carolina. They were just on the news yesterday holding a press conference at a children's hospital. And the way they were dressed they were not among the victims who suffered in this place.
"Shit….shit, shit, shit" Russell says while trying to look anywhere else but at what is in front of him but he can't ignore it.
So taking a moment Russell says, "Do we know for a fact that they were here of their own free will."
Yes he knew it was a stupid question to ask. Even a blindman could see they were but he was grasping for straws. The moment the media got a hold of this it was going to be a shit storm the likes he had not seen in a long time. A shit storm that would become even worse when they found out two US senators where here.
Shaking his head George says, "We are sure. When we entered this places office we found a open safe with documents on all transactions that took place over the last six months. Their names were on those documents."
Russell suddenly felt the need to kick something or putting his fist though the wall in anger. Only his age and knowledge of what would happen if he did stop him. He was to old to recover from broken bone like he use to and his wife would kill him if he hurt himself.
Finally after taking a few more deep breaths Russell says, "Do we know who ran this place."
"Ya guy by the name of Zebra Daddy. A mid-level level pimp and drug dealer or so we thought. Clearly he was running a far bigger game then we thought." George says.
"And where is this piece of shit now?" Russell asks.
"Dead, shot in the back of the head with knife wounds all over his = chest. We don't know which killed him yet." George says.
It was the one piece of good news that came out of this. At last as far as George saw it. Yes he would have preferred to take the scumbag but well he wasn't going to lose any sleep over the man's death.
"That is unfortunate." Russell says and it was unfortunate. All these deaths and no one to pin it on. All he could do is let out another sigh and say, "All right, George why don't you go on home. I will take it form here. This is going to be a shit storm of epic proportions. As the acting captain of NYPD this fell on a ton of bricks on me. As the captain coming in your be taking some of the blame as well. Best you're not here for this."
"With all do respect sir. Shove it up your ass. I am not leaving you to face the wolves by yourself." George says. Making his captain and friend smile even if its just a light one.
"No, I didn't think you would. Take you George." Russell says. Thinking there goes a peaceful retirement. He would be lucky if they didn't strip him of his rank and pension. After all the blame had to fall somewhere and this was his district. Without a live criminal the blow back would come on him.
"There is one more thing." He hears George say.
Letting out a dry laugh and shaking his head Russell says, "Of course there is. Well, what is it?"
"An hour ago, a body was found in the middle of the road tied to a chair. It had a sign on it that read Muerte a asesinos y violadores de niños" George says.
Knowing Spanish well Russell says, "Death to child killers and rapists. Well we know this was the cartel then."
"Nope which can only mean someone knew is in town and they have no problem killing in mass." George says knowing this was going to get very bad. Because whoever could kill all these people could do much worse.
-A few weeks later-
Looking down my hand for what felt like the millionth time today I once more cursed Dom for being me stuff that was inside of Zebra Daddy safe. Perhaps that wasn't fair to do so considering all the useful stuff that was inside it. Money, drugs, deeds to half a dozen worthless properties and blackmail material on some of the most powerful men in the States. All of it useful but as useful as it those things were things where already taking a hard left turn off a cliff with out this. I really didn't more bull shit to happen. After all Hänsel and Gretel where already enough but it seemed the bull shit was not going to stop anytime soon.
Closing my fist around the gold coin in my hand, I take one more look at the building before me. The Continental hotel. Yes, the very Continental hotel from the John Wick movies. Admitting I love the movies but this was just one more thing I didn't need standing in my way to power. And don't get it mixed up it did stand in my way. If for no other reason, then there was a chance that pain in the ass High Table could also exist. That meant that killing off certain mob bosses down the line could land me in the middle of a worldwide man hunt by the best killers in the underground.
"Fuck, John Wick better not exist to." I say to myself as I make my way into the hotel.
Not only because I believe the man could kill me as I was right now but also because even if I could I didn't what to kill a man who looked like Keanu Reeves. I actually like the actor and it would suck to have to kill him. Now if he was Chris Evans I would have less of a problem with it. No offense to the guy but he just lacked that natural likeably when compared to Reeves.
Upon entering the hotel I had to say the movie didn't give it justice. Not only was it immaculate and tastefully decorated but the people also seemed so normal. You would almost think none of them where harden killers. You know if you didn't know what to watch out for. Now I may not be trained like they were but the very subtle glances I was about to catch told me they were all watching me. Taking my measure and most likely found me waiting. Not that it mattered anyways. If the house rules held true like in the movies, then there was no conducting business on hotel grounds. Personal or otherwise.
Walking up to the front desk I see good old Charon standing there. Looking at me with a professional smile.
"Good morning, sir and welcome to the Continental. How may I be of help to you." Charon say.
Looking around for a bit take it all in one more time and smile at the man then say, "Yes….I seem to be lost my good man."
"Lost sir?" Charon asks in a mildly perplexed voice. From the moment the young man walk into the hotel Charon had kept a close eye on him. After all he wouldn't be the first young ruffian to walk into the hotel to cause trouble. But from the looks in his eyes and the way he held himself the young man was truly lost and nervous. All signs that he knew all to well where he was and not very happy to be here.
"Yes… I am afraid I don't really know the rules." I say to the man and reach into my pocket. Taking out the coins Zebra Daddy had in his safe. Then place them on the counter. "So, if possible, I would like to speak with management."
Taking a moment to look at the coins, just to make sure they were the real things Charon looks at the young man before him and says, "Very well sir. One moment."
Then picks up the phone and calls his manager/close friend.
I really don't pay to much attention to what is being said. Guessing that either Winston will be willing to meet me or I will be walking out of here alive. Only to find a bullet in my head later on today. Lucky for me things actually go my way as I hear Charon hang up the phone and say, "Management will see you my good sir. Just head down the hall and when you reach the elevators take the one farthest from the left up to the top floor."
Looking down the hallway I nod my head and say, "Thank you."
Then start on my way only to be stopped by Charon who says, "Before you go sir I will have to ask you to leave any and all weapons with me."
Turning back to face the man I say, "That obvious huh?"
"Not to most sir. You do well hiding it for someone who doesn't know the rules." Charon says in a somewhat amused tone.
Looking down shaking my head I laugh just a bit before saying, "I feel like I just been insulted."
Then reach behind my back and pull out my gun to no one's surprise. Unloading it and taking the clip out before setting it on the counter. Then taking off my shoes, which does surprise a few people and placing them on top of the counter as weak. Getting a look from Charon as I do.
Smiling at the man I say, "Trust me they are more then they seem."
Knowing the type of world this world truly was Charon just nodded his head. Taking said items and placing them behind the counter.
I then make my way down hall towards the elevator. Getting on it I headed to the top of the Continental. It is a short trip and once I arrive, I get off the elevator and head towards where I see a man sitting. While I can't tell who it is at a glance but can take a guess and was proven right when I hear the man speak in his refined voice.
"So, I hear you took off your shoes in the lobby from my concierge. An odd thing to do when you were only asked to remove any weapons you had on."
Walking till I was in front of him I look at a younger but still older Winston. It was hard to tell how old her was in fact but at a guess I would say at least late 40's if not early 50's. Seeing as while he was wearing a suit I could still make our a not so small amount of muscle under it.
"In this world sir anything can be a weapon. Even a seemly harmless pare of shoes." I answer the man before me.
Looking up at me from the paper he was reading Winston takes me in for a moment before says, "Very true young man. Please take a seat."
He motions for me to sit opposite him. Taking said seat I say, "Take you Mr…"
"Winston Scott, owner and manager of the New York Continental Hotel." Winston says to me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Scott. Name is Emilio Escobar." I say to him.
"The pleasure is mine Mr. Escobar but please call me Winston." Winston says likeing the manners the young man before him was showing. To often the young showed little respect or manners for their elders. So it was nice to see one do so.
"Very well but only if you call me Emilio." I say in kind. Thinking this was getting off to a good start. Though it was hard to tell as the man's face was the picture of calm.
"I will labor to do so Emilio. So tell me why have you come to the Continental?" Winston asks.
Taking a moment to think how I want to word this I say, "Well Winston like I was told you concierge downstairs I seem to be hopelessly lost and ignorant of the rules."
Picking up a glass of what I think is whiskey Winston takes a sip before says, "Yet your not that lost if you found your way her on your own."
Winston points out but I am ready for the unasked question on how I found this place. "Ture but I have been on the streets for most of my life now and I have heard whispers of a gold coin that is worth a person's life. Whispers I had ignored till just recently."
Nodding his head Winston thinks that is very possible. While the Organization did its best to hide its existence from the rest of the world. It was hard to hide things fully and whispers and online conspiracy theories got out from time to time. Never any hard proof mind you but they were there. One of the most prevalent ones being that if you ever saw a gold coin with the words Ens Causa Sui that meant you were already dead. Complete non-since of course but it worked to keep people from looking too deeply at said coins. With most people who find them off loading them as soon as they could at any number of Gold and Pawn stores the Organization owned. Though those people never know that.
"I see and you're afraid that you have transgressed on something you shouldn't have by coming into possession of those coins." Winston says. Thinking he understands why this young man was here. After all it was a reasonable fear.
"Yes and no. By the time my it is all said in done Winston I will be pissing off a lot of things that I really shouldn't. The fact is that right now me and my own organization are not ready to step onto the world stage. Soon enough, but not quite there yet." I say to the man.
It only takes Winston a moment to realize what the young man was saying, "I see so you are the one that is causing all this trouble between the local Maggia families and the Russians. Very bold young man. Perhaps to bold."
Looking at the man I say, "You should so sure I am behind it or anyone is."
"Please young man it doesn't take that great of a leap to realize that someone else's hand is behind the current war going on. That is so long as one stopped to take a closer look at things. Though I will admit I hadn't thought it was by a teenager who if your excuse me if I am wrong, never finished high school." Winston says in a more impressed voice than one of disappointed.
"Your excuse me if I don't admit to anything." I say to the man. A bit surprised that he had guessed that as I thought I had covered all my tracks but well some people were just smarter than others.
"Understandable but I can assure you neither the Continental or Organization behind it has little investment in this war." Winston says, much to my surprise.
In the John Wick movies, the reach of the High Table was huge. Most likely still was but if they had skin in the game that meant one of two things. The first and perhaps the scariest the Maggia families of New York and Russians to small time for them to care about. Or the most likely answer being the Organization, while still big wasn't the only game out there. Neither of which I could ask about without showing knowledge I shouldn't have.
So instead, I just say, "Well that is a relief."
"I would be so fast to say that young man. While true we have little invested in it currently there are those watching this war with interest." Winston says, giving me a clear warning.
"I see well, I guess I will just have to speed things up a bit before they can make their move." I say to the man making him smile. Why I wasn't sure, but I took it as a good sign.
"I definitely would young man and with that said know that so long as the neutrality of the Continental is upheld, we will have little issue with what you do off its grounds. You may pick up your coins and weapons downstairs at the front desk." Winston says.
Hearing this I ask the obvious question, "You do not wish to keep them?"
"My dear boy the Continental has no need for such a small number of coins. As for where you got them. Well if whoever had them wasn't strong enough to keep them then that is their own fault" Winston says to me.
Nodding my head I stand up and say, "I see thank you Winston."
Then turn to leave without shaking the man's hand. If he wasn't to shake, he would have let me know by now. But before I left, I made up my mind to take a risk. So turning around I say to Winston I say, "If you know anyone who is either in to classic cars or need one to disappear send them down to Saints Auto Repair and Restoration."
"Does that include objects inside said vehicle as well?" Winston says.
Smiling I say, "So long as it was never living. Have a good day Winston."
"And you as well Emilio." Winston says and puts back on his glasses and continues to read the book he was reading before Emilio showed up.
-A shot while later-
About an hour later after Emilio has left the building Winston hears the elevator door ding and open and his old friend Charon walking over.
"So, what do you make of our new guest Charon?" Winston asks putting down his book.
Fixing his cuff links Charon says, "He has the mark of killer about him. Despite what seems like a cowardly natural. There was no fear in him when he walked in as so much as overly cautious."
"Agreed, he is far more dangerous then he seems. Knowledgeable as well. While he may have played the part of the lost sheep there is little doubt, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing." Winston says.
The young man was a fantastic actor but an actor none the less. He was hiding things and hiding them well. Winston could tell both by how the young man gave himself away by certain tells as well as now sweating his own hands where. It had been awhile since he had felt nervous at first meeting someone. Not since John all those years ago. It was surprising.
"We should keep an eye on him. You never know what those types will end up doing." Winston say to Charon who just nods his head.
-Weeks later-
You know there is something that the movies leave out when it comes after you comment on a crime and for good reason. It can get very boring letting the heat die down. Well die down as much as it could during a city-wide gang war. I mean nobody was going to forget what had happened at that horrible place any time soon, that was for sure. The fact that a place like that even existed on US soil was enough to get the media into a frenzy. Add in a few dead senators from both sides of the aisle and you got a shit storm the like you have never seen.
It made for great TV to be honest, as the right blamed the left and the left blamed the right. With neither knowing the full truth. Well, a few knew the truth and were keeping as quite as they could. Scared to death at the knowledge that video evidence had been found of the senators who had died taking part in such acts. Realizing want they in truth should have known all along. That Zebra Daddy was recording them for insurance and now that insurance was in someone else's hand and they had no clue who. It was funny to be honest and I was enjoying watching them keep them mouths shut.
However, what really made me laugh was that nearly every media outlet where making the unknown assailants as some kind of heroes. Saying we did, while not a great thing or even the right thing but what needed to be done. As details on the shape of victims of that place where in. To say it sicked the American people would be a understatement. So, while the FBI, DEA, CIA and every other agency including most likely SHIELD were looking for us. The media where fully on our side. For now that is. I had little doubt they turned on us if they had any clue what it was, we were doing or planning to do.
"Alright Emilio we are here. What is this about?" I hear Howard ask as he walks into the private garage, we kept right next to the public ones we used for auto shop.
"Ya we were a little busy finding a new spot or next business venture when you called." Quentin adds.
Ah yes, the strip club Johnny wanted to build. I had mixed thoughts about this business venture. Not because I didn't like strip clubs. Quite the opposite in fact. It just seemed that we were moving to fast. The more business we opened up the more noticeable we became, and we were not ready for that. Not even close to being ready. Sure we were taking over the streets little by little but the more rackets we took the high the chance someone would figure out where behind everything. But then again perhaps it was time to stop hiding anyways.
In the last few weeks we had learned that Laura aka X-23 while she didn't remember much of anything before her time with the pimp. Could still remember in great detail her combat training. There were some gaps here and there of course but her body remembered well what it was trained to do. So I tasked her with taking the demon twins and turning them into highly trained killers. It would be at least a few months before they were truly really to be unleased but according to Dom. They were not if not obedient. Especially as in their twisted little minds they owned us, and they also had a history with Laura. What that history was I didn't know but could wager a guess and it was a guess that didn't wish to think much on.
"Yes, well I am sorry for taking you both away from that, but I have something to show you." I reached over grab a bag of purple powder and set in front of them.
They both look at it and it is Howard who asks, "What is it?"
"It's cocaine but with a twist." I say to him.
"I thought you said you didn't what to get involved in the drug trade yet?" Quentin asks.
"And your right I didn't but things change when opportunity knocks." I saying looking at the cocaine in the bag.
"Okay I will bite Emilio. How does this count as an opportunity. Far as I could tell you just added some dye to it." Howard says picking up the bag and look at it closely. He was never in to drugs himself. Having tried cocaine and X once he didn't much care for the high it gave him. Something about the loss of control just didn't sit well with him.
"It is different because I have removed most of the harmful side effects of snorting cocaine. With out losing the high it gives you." I state it as a fact and they look at me in surprise.
You just had to love Alchemy. It's applications where near limitless or perhaps it should be said where limitless if you had the true Philosopher's Stone. And yes, I mean a true one not the regular one that was shown in Fullmetal Alchemist. While the Philosopher's Stone in the show was impressive in its own way it was missing the final step that would take it from just a simple amplifier to something that could rival an Infinity Stone. Well maybe that was saying that was a bit much but according to the knowledge in my head a True Philosopher's Stone would be connected to the universe as a whole. What that meant I had little idea as it had never been made before in Fullmetal.
I was getting off subject, however. Alchemy was truly amazing on what it could do. Changing or outright removing curtain molecular bonds or chemicals from a substance turned out to be pretty easy. So long as you understood the substance you were changing you could do just about anything to it with in reason. Take th cocaine in front of me for example. I really didn't do anything special with it. After we raided Zebra Daddy little house of horrors, we had found six brinks of cocaine in side his safe. Cocaine that I then took and started to experiment with till I had found a way to increase a person high on the drug, while reducing the need for someone to use it. As well as adding in a little immune boot to the body to keep people from overdosing after using it. Of course, I didn't do this on my own as I had Sue give me the run down on the basics of what made drugs harmful in the first place. Though she had no idea she was unintentionally helping me make something new. Something I hope she remained ignorant of.
I had to wonder however was what I created even cocaine anymore. Seeing as it was so much different then what it originally was. Perhaps it was best to think of it as something all together new and unknown. Whatever the case after I gave Howard and Quentin brief run down what did they were both amazed and understandably doubtful. That is why I showed them the rats that I had given different amounts of the drug to. Out of the ten I had 4 where dead, 3 running around in a circle but still very much alive and 3 others alive and in somewhat good shape. It didn't take them long to realize what this meant and smile.
"This, this is truly something Emilio. Do you realize how much money we can make by selling this stuff." Howard says in a somewhat greedy tone of voice.
"I do and think this isn't even the finished product yet?" I say to him with a smile.
Looking at me Howard asks, "What do you mean."
"I mean one day I wish to create a drug that is not only addiction free Howard but also 100 percent healthy for you. Think about how the world will change when I perfect it." I say to him.
"Fuck Emilio, you do realize that if you do that you going to start a war with every major drug cartel in the world right. Fuck this along with make us a lot of enemies." Quentin points out.
"That is why we team with some of them for the time being. I can't create to much of this drug to begin with anyways. The transmutation circle is to complex to make bigger then the one you see on the table for now. Plus as I am the only one who can use alchemy for now there will never be much of to to begin with." I say to them.
"For now? You plan to share you powers with us Emilio?" Howard asks.
"Something like that." I answer before I hear a motorcycle coming around the corner. Not stopping in front of the shop but pulling up behind it where the private garage and wouldn't you guess it I know who it was.
Looking at Howard and Quentin I say, "You guys go ahead and go back to what you where doing. I will handle this."
"Expecting someone Emilio?" Howard asks.
"Something like that ya." I tell him they both just shrug their shoulders before leaving.
Watching as the guy on the motorcycle get off it and takes of his helmet off his head. I have to fight to keep the smile off my face at seeing him. While I may not exactly been happy to see the man I won't lie and say I wasn't a fan of Wolverine. Even before the live action I was a huge fan of the character and when Hugh Jackman took the role I just became a even bigger fan. Still fan or not I had to be careful with the man. As he was the type to shoot first ask questions later.
"Can I help man?" I ask with a straight face.
Logan's smells the air around us and for a moment gets a strange look on his face. Before refocusing and asking me, "That depends bub. You know a kid by the name of Dominic?"
Was it it wrong to feel just a bit giddy at being called bub by one of your favorite characters brought to life. I don't know but I wasn't going to question it right now. So I just answer, "Maybe depends on who is asking. You a cop?"
"Do I look like a cop to you?" Logan's ask me in a sarcastic voice.
I laugh at the question and answer, "No, you look like a man covered in blood and gut. The type of man who could gut me where I stand if I don't answer your questions. Truly a dangerous man."
Logan's eyes just narrow at me and whatever it is he is looking for he seems to have found it, "I guess someone like you would know. Wouldn't they."
It's a statement not a question and one that makes me laugh just a bit, "Very true. So, you can understand why I am wish to know who is looking for this boy before I answer any questions."
Logan just let out of grunt at that. He could smell the boy's fear of him but also his readiness to fight if need be. As well as the blood that was still on him from days ago. There was little doubt the young man standing before him was a killer and a harden one at that.
"I'm not looking for a fight if that is what you're worried about. I came on behalf of a friend. He wants the kid to join his school." Logan says.
"I see and this would be the same school those kids where bugging him about before right?" I ask him.
"The same." Logan answers me.
I nod my head and answer, "Alright I will let him know you visited but he is not here right now. He is off doing something."
Nodding his hear Logan just says, "And let me guess you don't know where or what he is doing right?"
Smiling I answer, "Its better not to ask. Know what I mean?"
Narrowing his eyes again Logan says, "Ya I know what you mean bub."
Then starts to head back to his motorcycle but before he can start it I say, "You know people like us we don't change. We may dress it up, say things we don't mean but really, we don't change. All the good we do if we do any is just a byproduct of less than honorable actions."
Looking me in the eye Logan asks, "What's you point kid."
"No point, just saying. Do you really think Dom could fit in with those kids. Those innocent kids who have yet to see the darker side of this world?"
Again, Logan just grunts before starting his motorcycle and driving away.
As I watch him leave, I think to myself. " You never fail to live up to expectations Wolverine"
Then look down at my hand which was shaking in fear. An acknowledgment that he was well above my level. For now that is.