Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 20:49:18 GMT -5
It felt so good to finally be getting out of Chicago. The past few days were nothing but a pain in the @$$. First it was the snow, Followed by the bitter cold. Flights everywhere were cancelled for days. O'Hare was at a standstill. $h!t it was cold. He couldn't remember ever being that cold before. Even the times he spent in the Mountains of Colorado weren't that bad. At least they were able to get one lead on where Denise D'Evil was being held at. One of his connects in Cicero had a friend that did freelance work on the side and he knew a guy who was bragging about having a special person locked away in an abandoned warehouse in North Carolina. It wasn't much but at least it was a start.
They checked into their rooms at the Ballantyne Hotel and Lodge. Driving up to the Lodge was like driving up to a luxurious mansion. Complete with it's own golf course. Not that he would play the game at all. It was just too damn slow paced for him. Every time he would see someone putting he wanted to yell out, SWING. They didn't appreciate that very much.
He opened the door to his room and put his suitcase on the table. He opened it up and took his laptop out of it before taking it into the bedroom area. After putting his clothes away in the dresser and hanging up his shirts he removed the false bottom and began taking out his weapons. The .44magnum and shoulder holster. The .22 for the small of his back, The switchblade and case for his belt, And the throwing stars that slid into a secret compartment on his boots. He wasn't going to be messing around this time. Lastly he pulled out the two hand grenades for inside his leather jacket. If they wanted a war then he would give them one!
After showering he put on his Logan fan T-Shirt and a dark pair of blue jeans. He put his shoulder holster on and placed his Magnum inside it before putting on his leather jacket. He put the rest of his arsenal in place before heading downstairs to meet Diablo in the bar. He had barely walked in the door when he noticed Ric Flair over in the corner trying to pick up some young woman. He still knew how to style and profile. Too bad he had to do it with a cane now. It just didn't have the same effect. Night Rider walked over, Picked him up and body slammed him through the table. The young woman looked up at him with anger in her eyes.
Woman
Now why did you do that? I was just about to have my first customer all night?
Night Rider
I don't know, Maybe because I felt like it. Don't worry, He'll come around eventually. Whooooooo. You keep looking at me like that and I will do the same thing to you.
Night Rider walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the empty stools. He ordered a Jack and Coke and a glass of milk. He sat there for a few moments waiting and counting under his breath. He turned around just as Ric Flair was about to tap him on the shoulder. Night Rider handed him the glass of milk and smiled.
Night Rider
Here old man. Sit down and have a drink. I think that's about all you need right now.
Ric Flair
Man, I haven't seen you in a few years. How the hell have you been man?
Night Rider
I'm still doing what I do. You know me Ric. This $h!t is in my blood. I didn't hurt you back there did I?
Ric Flair
No, I still know how to take a good fall. What are you doing here in my neck of the woods?
Night Rider
I have a someone I am very close to who has been kidnapped and is supposedly being held in an abandoned warehouse here in North Carolina. I figured no one knows these parts better than you. Maybe you can give me a list of warehouse companies that have gone out of business say in the last ten years.
Ric Flair
Let me call an associate of mine and get her on that. She could pull it right up on her computer at work tomorrow. I can have it for you say around 6pm? Might as well meet back up right here. Now, I think I need something a little stronger than this damn milk. Let's have a real drink.
The two sat down and had a couple drinks while Night Rider waited for Diablo to show up. It was still early enough that the place wasn't too packed and they could actually hear what each other had to say without having to yell it out.
Ric Flair
So what the hell have you been up to Night Rider? You still with it?
Night Rider
Come on, You know better than to ask that. I'll be doing this until I can't move anymore. $h!t, As long as I can get to the ring I'm going to fight. I've got a pretty good match coming up tomorrow against a couple of tough competitors. It will definitely be one hell of a fight.
Ric Flair
Yeah? Tell me about it. What's the hook?
Night Rider
It's a Champion vs Champion vs Champion match. I am the current Peoples Champion. One opponent, Dr. Remus Micayle. Is the United States Champion. The other competitor, Logan. He is the Hardcore Champion. If I were to come out and win this match it would be a big step toward winning one of their titles. Either one would look pretty good around my waist.
Ric Flair
Championships always make things go so much better. I should know. Hey, Who's this guy?
Night Rider turned around and saw Diablo walking over towards them with a big smile on his face.
Ric Flair
This guy is either happy to see you or he just got laid.
Night Rider
Probably both. Ric, This here is my little brother Diablo.
Ric Flair
Your kidding. This is that little $h!t? Damn kid you got huge. Your not hitting the juice are you?
Diablo
No, I got this here the hard way. I earned it.
Ric Flair
You remind me of your dad kid. Full of the same spunk. I'm not surprised you would end up in the business. Hey listen, I need to run on and take care of some stuff. It's great to see you both again. Go kick some @$$ for the Nature Boy, WWWHHhhhooooooo.
With that he turned and left the table as Diablo sat down.
Diablo
I have a preliminary list of businesses aligned with the Organization that have gone out of business recently. It seems Cortez is backing more than a few of them. Kind of looks like laundry facilities in my opinion. Addresses for fake business used for laundering money. I could see Cortez behind some $h!t like that. But how does Denise fit in? Why would they allow you to escape and make sure there was no way out for her? Do they know more about her than they should?
Night Rider
I know, It just doesn't add up at all. I do know that they wouldn't take a chance of hurting her because they need her for something. We just don't know what it is.
Diablo
I saw that you had a pretty good match coming up at Slam. I would love to trade places with you and have a shot at those two. They are definitely two of the toughest around. Especially Logan after taking the title from Oblivion.
Night Rider
Logan just had a good night and caught Oblivion unprepared. Hell, I beat Oblivion too so what does that matter. Logan is about as hardcore as they come. The guy has won some of the most extreme war matches the WCF has seen. However, Everyone makes mistakes. I just need to make sure that I don't make as many as they do. Sounds easier than it will be.
Diablo
What about the other guy, Dr. Remus Micayle. That dude just came out of nowhere and started kicking some serious @$$! He wasn't messing around. You have to admire guys like him.
Night Rider
Your right. It would be a big mistake for anyone to take them lightly. Remus, I'll tell you something about him. The guy is not only smart but he can come at you from so many directions it isn't funny. His grappling style is better than just about any other wrestler out there. He can match anyone move for move. He has a stamina almost equal to mine and doesn't get winded easily. It's going to be one hell of a match. Logan, $h!t. That guy is just crazy and doesn't give a damn. The guy will take a beating just to give a worse one. It's going to boil down to who wants it more. Who has the heart and drive to make it to the end. I love matches like that.
Diablo
I know what you mean. It really gets the juices flowing when you can set a steady pace and keep pounding. The matches flow so much better that way. Guys like Remus would give me problems because he likes a slower ground pace. I would have to wear him down quick burn up his energy. Keep him on the defensive a lot and you have a good chance. Once he gets into his rythm he's hard to stop.
Night Rider
True, The key to beating him is keeping him off his game. Logan you just have to keep beating down until he can't move. That's the only way he stops coming at you. If you can out slug him you can beat him. I will say this much, This will be one of my toughest matches by far as a singles competitor in quite a while. Other than the battle with Denise which was just what I expected from her. I just got lucky there, To be honest. This will be my chance to show everyone that I deserve to be here among the elite.
Diablo
Why does that bother you so much?
Night Rider
Think about it, As long as I have been in the WCF and the only titles I have won is the Tag Team Championship that, Let's keep it real now. I was just lucky enough to have Jeff Purse for a partner. Then this Peoples Championship which really means so much to me. I want to be as worthy a Champion as Denise was.
Diablo
Come on, I'm your brother. Something else is bothering you now out with it.
Night Rider
I've been thinking about Denise and the feelings I have for her. You know how much she means to me. Just being away from her for so long is tearing me apart. I swear, When I find out who is behind all of this I will kill them with my bare hands and feed their body to the animals in the forest. You don't mess with people I care about and get away with it. Just like when I found out what happened to you when you were supposedly shot and killed. I snapped and just started going after b!tc#e$. I didn't care, I just had to strike out at someone.
Diablo
I would have done the same thing. Hey, Someones walking over.
The two turned to look behind them and saw a tall slender guy walking up to them. He was holding out a piece of paper and yelling Night Riders name.
Messenger
Hey, Ric Flair asked me to bring this to you. Something he remembered about a couple local big shots who were into some strange merchandise. They were suspected in the forced labor market but nothing could be proven. It's all right down here.
Night Rider takes the sheet of paper and reads what it says. Afterwards he downs his drink and turns towards Diablo.
Night Rider
Come on man, This could be something here. It seems Cortez has a connection here who runs a diner on the outskirts of town. It used to be pretty busy before they brought the expressway in. Not many go there anymore. The owner of the diner also owns some abandoned warehouses in the south district. It is close enough to check out. Let's go.
They left the bar and had the valet bring their car around.
Valet
Are you sure you haven't had a little too much to drink?
Night Rider
Listen you little b!tc#. Just bring my damn car around and shut the hell up.
The valet turned and was back moments later with their vehicle. Night Rider handed him a penny before climbing inside. The Valet looked at it and through it on the ground. As Night Rider drove down the driveway the guy flipped him the bird and went back inside. They stopped at a local gas station and filled the tank before taking off. It wasn't long before they were pulling into the diners parking lot. It was so full of pot holes you felt like you were on a boat during a hurricane. After parking in front of the door the two of them got out and went inside. There was a long bar with a bunch of worn out stool along it. There were about four tables with chairs around them that looked about as comfortable as a steel slab. The placed smelled of old grease and burnt hamburgers. An old man sitting on one of the stools was drinking a cup of coffee that look more like crude oil. The waitres that walked over wore an apron full of stains. She looked like she had been spending the day cleaning out the sewer and smelled like it too.
Waitress
What can I get for you gentlemen?
Night Rider pulled out his .44 Magnum and put a hole in her forehead you could see through. Then he grabbed his switchblade and sliced the throat of the old man at the counter. Diablo had gone into the back and killed the dishwasher before grabbing the manager and dragging him to the basement. Night Rider turned around the open sign and locked the door before heading down.
The basement was full of restaurant equipment and supplies. A few shelves of dry storage and a freezer compartment with a door that, If it were to shut on you, You would be locked in with no way out. They blocked the door open and dragged the manager inside. Diablo held him from behind while Night Rider placed the switchblade against his neck.
Night Rider
I want to know where Cortez is and I want to know now. If your good enough to be a part of his inner circle then your close enough for him to confide in you. Where is D'Evil?
Manager
Okay, Okay. I'll tell you all I know. Cortez approached me a while back about using some of the warehouses that are abandoned. He even paid me a hefty price just to keep them sitting there empty. An envelope gets dropped off each month and I don't ask any questions.
Night Rider
I want an address for each of those warehouses and I want them now.
Manager
Okay, Give me a pen and paper and I will write them down. Will you let me go then.
Night Rider handed him the piece of paper to write on the back of it and then looked at him with a strange look on his face.
Night Rider
Sure, We'll let go of you then. Did you know your so called friend is involved in both sex and drug trafficking. He is behind some of the most horrendous acts you can think of. Remember that the next time your putting his money in your pocket. If there is a next time.
Night Rider grabs the paper back from him as Diablo pushes the guy inside the freezer and slams the ndoor shut. They watch as the guy fights and does everything he can to get warm until his heart rate slowed and his body started shutting down. They watched as the life was literally frozen out of him.
They headed for the address closest to where they were at first. In about ten minutes they were pulling up near it. Night Rider cut the lights and eased to a stop in front. They climbed out of the car and walked up to the door. There was a padlock that had been cut a long time ago. He removed it and opened the door. The musty air was enough to make them choke. The dust that covered the floor had not been touched. She wasn't here. He could feel it. They walked back out and headed for the next address on the list.
The next place was pretty much the same as the first. The third one they knew was different the moment they opened the door there. They didn't get hit with the musty odor and there wasn't any dust on the floor to speak of. As if it had been cleaned recently. A chait sat in the middle of the area with three spot lights facing it. It was as if someone were being questioned and the lights kept them from seeing who was doing the questioning.
It was clear they had been here and moved again. They were getting closer. Would they find her in time? Would she be the same person when they did find her? Things have a way of affecting people. He hoped that she would be strong enough to hold on. What did the future hold for them? If only he knew........
