William Wilson studies the person that has recently arrived in front of him in a Café in Trade Plaza. Robert Oswald. Recently promoted High Grade Enforcer.
His recent files show that he has recently had success in exposing the activities in the sewer system. Other than that he is normal like others. William can guess that a change came to the Enforcer after witnessing that hellish sight below the city.
They’ve counted over 500 dead and the disposal of the bodies have recently become a problem for the City. Most of the media has been sniffing around and the rest of the world is interested in hearing how there are hundreds of bodies in the sewer system of the City of Saint Lucius. Even the host country became alarmed with various organizations who know the existence of the supernatural and the occult to question this.
They could ignore a Spawn, a mythical creature running around. But when bodies drop it becomes a problem. A massacre like this will not go unnoticed and with the amount of the dead buried in the sewers of the city.
It will be very hard to hide it.
“I understand that you have recently spent your earnings on building a computer?”
“That’s right. I had to take the Tram to get here. It’s free. It’s neat.”
William sizes him up. He’s well-built and sharp-looking. His arms are solid and the way he carries himself made William think before criticizing him for his tardiness. He walks silently and he breathes so slow that it’s silent.
“We will be operating quietly. That means we don’t shoot first until it's possible Keep it quiet.”
William hands over the suppressor with strange lines on it.
“This will make sure that your shots are quiet. I had someone make that just in case.”
Robert inspects the linings on the suppressor and pockets them.
“We’ll try to intimidate them. We’re recently made to believe that a man called Two Fingers has recently taken over some of the businesses gathering associates. A guy named Jovan was handling the smuggling business here until this one came. Dayton Amuso is Two Finger’s full name. And get this.”
William shows a picture of Dayton wearing a templar’s necklace around his neck while mingling with a girl on a beach. Robert’s eyes went on the necklace.
“He’s part of the OTS?”
“Could be. We don’t have direct evidence. It could be that he just likes wearing a red cross around his neck.”
“So we asked him.”
“How are you when asking questions?”
“I’d need a knife. Have one?”
William takes his butterfly knife out and places it on the table. Robert takes the knife and plays around with it. William raises a brow at how he handles the knife.
“Will that do?”
“Good enough. Anything sharp usually does. Hmm, I should have kept that ceremonial dagger I got from them. It was quite sharp. Had watery patterns on the blade as well.”
“I’d leave it to you how to handle it. You have a radio?”
“I do.”
“We’ll use a frequency then. Got a wire here so you can listen to me. Just plug it in, switch the frequency and tune it. Working?”
Robert fiddles with the radio and hangs it on his belt.
“It works. Clear as well. So where’s this Dayton?”
“Not around. We need information on him first. The guy you’ll be after for now is Bo Sottosanti. They call him Buster. He’s a tough guy. Had played boxing in his high school and spent years working with thugs like Dayton. He knows how to brawl and can shoot well enough. Can you handle him?”
“Can you?”
“I’m not the Enforcer here, bud.”
Robert shrugs. He taps his index finger on the flat of the table. His eyes focus on William.
“How will you help me here exactly? Is this it? Or are you after something as well?”
“Have you heard of Halves?”
“What?”
“They are people who received powers through mingling with Demons.”
“And?”
“Demons have a higher intelligence than humans. Those that appear here, who are summoned and spawned are lesser demons. True Demons are monstrous and our current world would need Agents of the Commission to fight them. These Halves are half-breeds. We believe them to be the offspring of women who copulated with a demon or a lesser demon and gave birth to an irregular human being.”
“And? They are rare, right?”
“Yes. And we believe that the one who facilitated the killings underneath is a Halfbreed.”
“The point?”
“Watch out for them. These brutes are strong and although bullets work on them. They don’t go down with one shot.”
Robert hovers his finger above the table.
“You’re expecting them then. Are these Halfbreed working for them?”
“They should be. Halves get their strength from their fathers. But they don’t inherit their intelligence mostly. It’s not a perfect copulation either and only a few are truly monstrous.”
“Okay. Hmm, do we have any information where they are?”
“None. They have businesses here in Trade Plaza. Sniff them out. Find them and we’ll have leads. Nothing attracts these bastards more than their business being bothered. Once the cash stops flowing. I’ll drag them out of whatever shithole they are hiding and take care of them personally. I have a few folks who'll be willing to get you some leads. If I find anything I’ll radio you.”
Roger nods his head and stands up. William stands up and opens his mouth.
“That’s the mission. You find them. Make them spill. And we find the fuckers who are running things here so we can get to Two Fingers.”
“Got it.”
William observes Robert.
“You don’t have any questions?”
“Not for now. I’ll have them when I start getting lost. Thanks for the butterfly knife.”
He leaves quietly while twirling that butterfly knife. William raises a brow and sits back down drinking his cup of joe. He takes his notepad out and writes down on his note before putting it inside his coat.
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Robert got the address of the Informant. A cigarette stand located near the stairway leading to the subway. He’s by the entrance. Robert gets there and hands over a note. The Informant allows him to sit in the stool inside of the stand. He offers him a cigarette while he speaks up.
“If you want to get to Dayton. You need to get to Bo. I’m sure our mutual friend already told you about Bo. Now to get to Bo you need to find Thomas Goss. Tall guy. Dresses neat and you can tell who he is by that brown trilby he has that has a card stuck on it.”
“Got any pics of him?”
He takes a picture of Thomas Goss.
“How tall is this guy?”
“About six-foot and five, I think.”
He hands over the address.
“You guys… you don’t look like the usual guy.”
“Hmm, we’re on a need-to-know basis here. Our associates will pay you.”
“I see. How do you plan to approach him?”
“Patience.”
Robert walks out of the cigarette stand. He takes the tram while speaking to William.
“How’s the place this Thomas Goss has? Any people that I should worry about?”
“Lot. Be careful. Lot of goons are around. Got any wiretapped around the area?”
“Might.”
“Just radio me if they decided to have pizza or any order.”
“Oh, I’ll get to you when that happens.”
Robert stops next to the small park where the businessmen of the city stop to think or smoke. Two hours passed by. William finally radios him that they order a delivery to their location.
He moves to the address of where the store is. Finds the guy delivering the delivery and asks him kindly with his friend named 1911 Semi-Automatic to let him deliver it for him and that he needs to take off his uniform.
The delivery friend is nice enough to help him. He needs the break anyway. Robert drives his scooter to the location where the delivery is. Just on the side of the alley.
Robert takes the delivery to the front door.
“You ain’t the usual delivery guy.”
“He took a break. Can you just let me deliver this? Got more to go.”
“Put it on the kitchen’s counter and fuck off.”
Robert acts and speaks like a dead-inside guy working forty hours a week. His hunched walk. His ‘don’t talk to me and let me do my job’ face made the rest of the goons inside ignore him.
He counts eight of them. The ninth is in the kitchen wiping his face. Robert places the delivery on the kitchen’s countertop and takes the note that the delivery guy gave him alongside the delivery and checks it.
He thumps the shoulder of the guy washing his face on the sink.
“Hey, can you tell where my tip is?”
“Fuck off.”
“Just hand over the fucking tips so I can fuck off then.”
Robert spots a vein popping. The guy turns around, opens his mouth and holds his throat as Robert jabs his fist on his throat. He grits his teeth and looks at Robert.
Robert follows it with a hook to the jaw. Robert looks around. He finds the pantry and drags the guy inside. He checks the guy's pockets and finds his flip phone. He searches the inbox and skims through the messages. After that he tore the back of his flip phone, took the sim card, and walked out of the pantry.
He takes the gasoline and kerosene. All flammable materials in the kitchen and start a fire. He walks out of the kitchen. Walks up to the second floor and enters the bathroom. He waits for a minute before witnessing Thomas Goss shouting at his men to stop the fire. He takes his pistol out, attaches the suppressor on it, and aims at his leg.
Gunshot. Blood spills. Robert enters the office. Locks the door calmly while pointing the pistol on Thomas Goss’s head. He tries to reach for his pistol. Robert shoots his trigger finger off.
“Guess I’m a better shot here, huh.”
Robert circles around Thomas Goss before taking his knife out. He drags Thomas Goss on his table and inserts the edge of the blade on Thomas’s nail.
“What do you want, you psycho?”
“Bo. Location and address. Mister, I’m good at detecting lies. You can tell me, you know? Of course, not that I’d need you to tell me where he is. Think of this as a double-check since it’d be easier for me.”
Robert pushes the knife's edge, taking the nail of his thumb. He pushes the suppressor's barrel in his mouth.
“Hmm, I actually don’t seem to need you.”
“Fuck. Fuck. I’d talk. You don’t have to do this shit to me! You think I’m that loyal to that fat fuck!?”
“Sure. Tell me. Where is Bo?”
“He’s in Pera’s Clubhouse.”
“Write down the address. Call him. Tell him that you got a newcomer that you recommend. Try to expose me and you know what’s going to happen right?”
“O-okay.”
Thomas writes down the address. He runs his finger on his dial and calls Bo.
“Y-yo Bo, got a newcomer here. Have potential. I’ll be sending you to him. Make him do some good work. That's okay?”
“You sound rough. Any problems?”
“Some asshole lit up the stove in the kitchen.”
“Oh. Send me the guy then before you burn. Oh, and don’t forget the cut. You hear me?”
“Got it, Bo.”
Robert takes his phone and pockets it. He slams the butt of his pistol on Thomas’s head thrice and then pulls him down on the floor. Just behind his desk. Robert went to the security room next to Thomas’s office. He takes the tapes on the recorder and puts it in his messenger bag. He inspects the computer parts. Unplugs them and pries them open using the screwdriver on the side.
“Shit parts.”
He rips the chipset, ram out of his computer and plucks the hard drive from his computer. After that he went back to Thomas’s office. Takes the hard drive off his computer and puts a bullet on the back of Thomas’s head.
Opening the window, he drops down from the second floor, walks to where he parks the scooter and drives away while the fire in the kitchen scatters, heading to Pera's Clubhouse.