The Pera Clubhouse has an interesting location. It’s a boating place where various folks dock their boats. There’s a man-made river that they use to move their boats to the sea with a few warehouses where they store the parts of the boat.
Pera Clubhouse is the main clubhouse. It’s quite big with a lot of folks coming in and out. Robert has introduced himself as the new guy that Thomas introduced.
His voice is meek and submissive. His hands clasped as if his tongue was ready to lick their boots. Robert knew that he didn’t have time to spend here. He acquaints himself with the clubhouse while keeping an eye on Bo.
The thing is that William wants it to be discrete. Obviously he already failed when he burned Thomas’s place. His thugs should be hurrying to Bo the moment they found Thomas dead.
Robert has already identified where the thugs are. He can’t enter their space beneath without some noise so he’s planning to improvise by finding the ventilation of their basement and making sure that’ll come out on their own.
It isn't easy to find materials in a place like this. Not to mention that the thugs guarding the clubhouse are seriously strapped.
He can use magic but that wasn't enough to turn the tide to his side.
Robert can use three elements. He can throw wind bullets, a ball of fire that produces a small explosion, and throw a sharp blade of water that can cut through steel.
The use of it is limited because he’s in the city.
Not to mention he recalls that there is a problem with magic being in the close vicinity of technology – specifically complicated machines such as engines and this place has many. How they fail to activate.
At best he can only conjure an element ten times before his energy is emptied out. Thing is Robert specializes more in sealing and binding. He can throw strings made of light with the tip of his fingers that he can use to grab supernatural creatures and tether them down. He can also combine the strings he made to form a bundle of rope.
Other than that there isn’t really much use other than fighting Cultists and Spawns who he doesn’t mind using it to. Sealing takes time and he'll need a medium and a place where there isn't interference.
Robert would rather avoid using them against people. He can only use his elemental abilities ten times which is he’d rather not use them unless he really is in a pickle and using the binding light takes a toll on his stamina.
He can’t enter the basement easily so he prepared to lure them out of their hole. He starts a fire near the vent. After that he waits in the room closest to the entrance and waits for them to come out. They had a lot of goons around, but it didn’t matter.
Robert continues burning anything that might upset them while and pulling on the fire alarm. Didn’t take long for him to make a mess of everything. Lots of things are burning and since then he has been careful enough to put himself as the bastard who is playing with fire.
Gaining entry he went to the armory where two guards are guarding. He draws his gun and shoots them dead. He puts another bullet in them, searches them, and takes the AK they are using. It is fascinating how the AK is always everywhere. He slings the AK on his shoulder and takes a look at their armory. It’s pretty okay. Most of them are old and used guns. They have bundles of dynamites and grenades so he procured them for himself. The rest of the dynamite went to the foundations where he rigged them. It seems overkill, but Robert liked to make sure that the people who he is after are usually dead. It couldn't hurt to light them if the guys prove to be a problem.
Not to mention it would either scare or anger Dayton who is hiding somewhere. He wants them to come out of their shithole and what better way there is than to blow up their favorite clubhouse? Of course, that is if he blows this place out.
“William’s going to nag me about this.”
Robert finishes his rigging and moves down where he hears the thugs calling out to Buster. Bo Sottosanti was a large man. He is full of muscles and has this commanding presence. He's standing seven feet tall.
“I want every single one of you to find the fucker and gut him! Shit! It must be the same guy who put a bullet on Thomas!”
Robert knocks on the door.
“Boss! We have a problem! Someone raided the armory!”
“Fuck you useless fucks! Come here and explain! Who did it? You saw who did it?”
Robert pulls the charging handle of the AK and calmly points it on them.
“It was actually me, Boss.”
Robert dumps his magazine on the thugs inside. Flicking the magazine out of the AK, Robert looks at the thugs sprawled on the ground and executes them with a bullet to the head.
Bo Sottosanti kneels. Robert can tell that he is bidding time. Hoping to get Robert to lower his guard. But Robert can tell that something directed the shot from his body and although he is bleeding. This man’s not badly injured. Not to mention that William already warned him of a Halfbreed roaming around the city. A seven-feet tall guy full of muscles who can withstand bullets seems like a good guess.
Is he underestimating him? Robert didn’t look professional at all so that might be the case. Robert shoots Bo on the stomach. The big guy pounces at him. Robert jumps back by using Bo’s face as he tries to tackles him.
Robert empties a mag on Bo’s legs before throwing the AK away. Drawing his knife, and cutting Bo’s armpits and the back of his knees.
Robert sidesteps to his right and weaves a binding of light around Bo’s unmoving arms. The moment he sees the strings of light holding his arms back. Bo stutters and his eyes shook.
“I thought you CASE Enforcers aren’t going to interfere!?”
He growls at him. Robert tethers Bo and takes the AK he threw on the ground and reloads it.
“You know us. So that means you folks are really involved.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s common sense. You knowing us means you know how we work. So it’s safe to assume that you’re the Halfbreed. Well, you can make it easy for yourself and talk. Then again, I don’t really need to know what you know. Got a lot of evidence here.”
Robert takes a picture of Bo with his recon camera.
“My guys will come here.”
“They might. Doesn’t matter. I’d break you first.”
He searches the ledgers and the books that Bo is keeping in his office. He pats Bo’s pockets and takes his phone out. He reads through his messages, emails before placing it in his bag. He shot the computer so he just took the hard drive.
Bo watches Robert empty his office out. The lack of need for him made Bo’s eyes dilate. Why is he being kept alive?
“What do you want?”
“Hmm? Like I said, not much from you. You don't seem like you ain’t going to talk so why bother? I already have all that I need here. An associate can trace the call and we can just make a guess on where Dayton is through all these books you’ve been keeping. It’s actually good of you to keep them.”
“I’ll talk. Just let me live.”
Robert stops moving. He places the notebook on his messenger bag.
“You don’t understand do you? Like I said. I’ve no need for you. I already have all the things that I need here. And you understand that if you know what we do. We can’t let people like you exist.”
“I didn’t want to be like this.”
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“Not interested in your story, bud.”
Robert checks another notebook. Bo’s lower jaw shakes badly and he starts speaking.
“You can find Dayton in Hanzek. He has a compound that he uses to handle all the smuggling. If CASE is sniffing around then you know that we’ve been dragging folks to do OTS’s bidding. I can make a confession. Get you folks some proper evidence.”
Robert presses the button on the cassette record hidden in his jacket. He looks at Bo and then calls out to William who is probably listening in.
“W. You heard that?”
“Got it. Remember what I said about discretion? You can call for backup, you know?”
“Then call now. Lots of things here. Already secured some of the rest here. They are selling people here. I might need to dump all of this to you.”
Robert looks at the one monitors. There are people who are in cages waiting to be sold. They are emaciated. Ribs showing and hollowed cheeks. Robert’s face remained blank. Not a single twitch of emotion can be found his face.
“Don’t kill Bo. We need him alive and talking.”
“Sure.
Robert turns around. He stands behind Bo and starts tearing the tendons of his foot and wrist.
“You’re a Halfbreed so stop squirming.”
“I’ll kill you for this! I’d kill you for this!”
Robert grabs hold of the barrel of his pistol and starts hammering Bo’s neck until he hears a crack. Dispelling the bindings. He looks at Bo’s bloodshot eyes and stomps his head unconscious before leaving.
The thugs who came to see Bo started firing after seeing a glimpse of Bo on the floor. They are rather good shoot so he took cover. Robert might have the confidence to start a fire and take them on unnoticed. But he is still not bulletproof. He exchanges fire with the thugs.
After ten minutes of quick exchanges with his rifle. Robert came out of the basement with a half-empty AK. He spots the black sedans coming to the clubhouse and surrounding it.
Wilson walks up to him glaring.
“I told you to be discreet.”
Robert shrugs quietly. He takes out the hard drive, tapes, notebooks, and ledgers that he found from Bo and Thomas’s office.
“Here are the documents I found in their office. I got a lead where Dayton is. He probably knows we are coming so he’s probably going to either defend or flee his compound.”
William grits his teeth. He takes his radio out.
“This is Agent William Wilson. Requesting people to secure the area of Hanzek. We are looking for a man called Dayton. If you spot him, try to arrest. I repeat. Do not kill the man. We need him alive.”
Willian puts away his radio.
“Use the car. Head out there and see if you can find Dayton. Look, we need to know what he knows.”
“My backup?”
“We’ll have the local police try to open up the compound. Is Bo alive?”
“He should be. He’s a Halfbreed so he’s tough to kill. Tore his tendons and broke his neck so he wouldn’t move.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“If you want me to magically subdue him then you’re looking at the wrong person, Wilson.”
“You seem used to this.”
“Not really. I’m actually shaking right now.”
Robert rests the AK on his shoulder.
“Can I keep the AK for now?”
“I’ll be taking it back for evidence later.”
Robert groans.
“You guys should really let me keep some of the stuff I get.”
“Just go will you?”
Robert takes the car that William rides. He stops for a moment and shouts at him.
“Oh yeah, the scooter of the guy I borrowed is parked there. Can you get it back?”
“I will. Just go okay?”
Robert drives the car out of the area. William looks at the car and kneads his forehead. So much for asking to be discreet. Then again, he expected this from the Commission’s Enforcers.
“They must really want these bastards to be this reckless. Or it could be just him.”
William has learned one thing when dealing with them. You can do all kinds of things in this city. You can peddle drugs, women, and all sorts of contrabands, but the moment you ever touch their side of the world. Then they’ll come at you like rabid dogs who wouldn’t think twice from tearing you apart.
And if there is one thing that CASE hates the most. It’s bastards who ritual sacrifice people for whatever spawn of hell they are trying to pull into this world.
And William would rather not have a demon walking around this city.