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as Clara was reaching for her gun. Aden sprung into action.

As the knife flew towards the big guy he grabbed it by the handle out of the airt.Wisting his wrists and using the handle to hit the man dead in the jaw hard watching them the big boy start to teeter totter hard In pulling the knife back in a bit of a circle letting it back go spinning it as the blade went towards the other man hitting him dead in the hand with the handle , knocking the gun free. Aden quickly reached out with his left hand turning it so that he was able to grab the big huge ones wrist. Pulling it toward him as his right hand opened up hitting the man dead in the elbow. As one would hear the satisfying sound of cracking broke as he broke his elbow. At the same time, his left foot came up kicking the man hard on the side of the knee not breaking it but pushing the man's knee so hard at the man went down hitting the ground hard.

"I'll blow your head off I swear."

Aden let go of his wrist began to spin to the right but he brought his head down ducking bringing both of his hands up towards his side just in case the man swung. he would get nothing but air. As he comes out of the spin his right hands the ball into a fist. The hard hook hitting the man dead in the ribs purposely hitting the very bottom of his ribs cracking the bottom two ribs. In bringing his hand up grabbing the man's wrist spinning around hyperextending the man's wrist and arm. Just like before but this time coming with his left and this time nailing the man dead in the elbow as a satisfying sound of his arm breaking was once again heard. This time the same similar move comes with his right leg kicking the man in the knee as he fell down to the ground.

"Who's your daddy? " as he grabs both of the broken arms pulls them together takes right foot puts it on forehead one at a time moving around making sure it leaves a footprint while still pulling on their arms. " Say it, ... B***H don't make me asked twice next time or I'm breaking your shoulder to0!"

Both of them are resentful but both say " You." " Damn Right. I am your daddy Punk."

Then he reaches down grabbing both of them by their pants and picking them up as if they weighed absolutely nothing looks up at the bartender. He drops them, leaning down reaching into their pockets pulling out their wallets opening up pulling out a 50 from both puts her wallet back in their pocket. "Seems these guys wanted to leave you a tip". As he tosses the two 50s towards the bartender " Will someone get the door so that can these views of trash how to exit the bar."

One of the girls that are serving walks over and opens the door as he reaches out again grabbing both of them by their pants picking them up walking to the front door " I strike back hard against a Nazi! I brain toss your *** YahtzEE!" he says and emphasizes the last word as he tosses them out.

He turned and started walking his way over towards Joe. It's about halfway there then he just suddenly stops and stares directly at Cara. then he walks over to where her knife had landed fixed it up. And toss it back at her with the easy toss so that she can. Then he looks over at Joe. "That's why you called, Some pretty Redhead was looking for me?" he seems confused because he knew there had to be more than that. An Joe wasn't telling. That's why he drove so fast there was something in Joe's voice something that told him he better get there now it was important. Something in his brain recognizes Her a little bit but being that he hasn't seen her since she was like two years old. In a few photographs of her growing up before he disappeared his brain doesn't quite register who she is.

Cara shrugged putting her gun on the table and leaning against the seat crossing her arms as she watched him deal with the nazi's. At this point she felt pretty certain he wasn't going to end up getting killed by these two thugs so all she had to do was watch the show. She smiled as she watched the nazi's get tossed out the door brutally. Great, didn't like them anyway, still, now she wasn't exactly sure how to go about things until he spoke towards Joe right after looking straight at her as if he couldn't guess who she was. Well, it was a long time ago right? She could forgive a little forgetfulness couldn't she? She wasn't sure what happened that made him so tall, or what even was up with this place in general with all the stories about vampries and faes and undead and whatever. But she was almost certain this was him, his jacket, his motorcycle, the knife, the name, everything lead to this being him. She caught the knife tucking it away when he tossed it back to her.

"Come now, don't tell me you can't recognize your own blood?" She asked looking at him with a sort of short smile before it went back. Curiosity, thinking, some vaguely noticable mixed feelings, and the slightest bit of uncertainty, showed upon her face as she cocked her head looking at him, "At least you better be. With as long as I've been trying to find you after mom died I'd really like to be able to stop doing so, I'm a good deal more exhausted of it then I'd like to admit. What I would like to admit is the fact that I'm not entirely sure what I should be expecting, though one thing for certain was a surprise." She said tipping her head upwards as if gesturing towards his height.

"Least you could have done was introduced yourself when someone's been looking for you right?" She asked. She wasn't sure how to feel right now, though she almost felt rather pained that he didn't know it was her. Yeah sure she didn't know exactly why that hurt, maybe it was just that it was another nail in the box of reasons she felt pain. But she really didn't want to show that just yet, not right here. Especially not with Joe, for all she knew that guy might mock her or hold it over her head or something and she didn't want that.

"Come now, don't tell me you can't recognize your own blood?"

Joe takes the throwing knife out of his jacket spinning it then putting it back and pointing towards the dartboard and then points down as if she was standing there when she threw the throwing dagger.

Aden glanced at the target from where he was standing as he mentally measured that distance and can see the end temptation where she hit dead center. That was pretty impressive he knew he would only give her one shot.

As she was talking he was a paying attention to her features. She had red hair just like her mother and his father. and which is why he had the red in his beard. He remembers his daughter being a redhead. He tried to look into her eyes to see that sparkle that thing that he remembered but it was so hard because it was so long ago. She was very forward and bold about the words that she used. When the fight broke out she didn't seem scared more so worried. She didn't back down from a challenge and she was wearing a leather jacket. she moved like a girl that was confident. More so a tomboy and a girly girl.

He knows that she had his coordination about throwing the knife and how she caught it. Most people would've paid attention but how she moved in each one of her steps they were perfectly balanced. Part of him wondered if this was all a fake part of him wanted this to really be her. He hated what he had to do. He didn't want to cause her pain but he was who he was.

When she got done speaking he cocked his head to one side " A wise man will change....." looking deep into her eyes as he spoke. He knew that she spent a lot of time with his dad. She would know that quote really well. As if she was a fake she would have done a lot of spying to find that out.

Cara looked at him for a moment, "**** fool me never will." she finished the saying, "Though, it was hardly an accurate phrase for sure. So I really don't know why he said it."

It was him for sure, absolutely everything but his height and him outright saying it matched up. Really was quiet so far though, maybe he was just uncertain as him beginning the phrase would suggest. But really how many kids would go through this trouble to claim to be his daughter? Unless he had money or something? He was supposed to have been a mercenary so that might make sense. Still though, this was quite the effort she put into this family reunion.

"Real dramatic reunion isn't it? The tears, the hesitant laughter, gonna make the whole establishment weep." She joked at the somberness of the situation. The moment he came in he'd just taken out a few guys after a bit of a drawn out threat, stared at her, questioned the old man if this was all, and added a riddle. Meanwhile she'd had to go all over the place searching for him after her mother died for years and what did he do? Played a phrase game.

"What now? Want some other thing from my childhood? Maybe that I was told you tried to kidnap me only for me to later find out that was total bull-crap. Maybe you'd have me throw a knife like the old man did? Want me to try and punch you? I'm honestly not sure if I'd be against that notion though considering you really didn't seem to put in any effort to contact me after mother was killed so I had to do all the heavy lifting to get here. On the other hand a punch to the face really isn't the best way to start off a reunion between father and daughter I guess is it?"

Joe smiles and shakes his head as he almost begins to chuckle there's no doubt about it that she's his daughter. She talks as much as he does. Is extremely bold, and she expected her dead dad to show up when her mom died. She's just like him she goes after her goal doesn't think about anything else.

Aden smiles as he glances at Joe walking over and saw with his arm around her shoulder. " Do you have a place for tonight, we need a more trustworthy place to talk. this is not a place to have this type of conversation. If you don't have a hotel room I can put you up in one of the really nice ones that I stay in on a regular basis. We can go there and talk and more safe location". His voice was very soft dominant and in control. The words were nice sounding but she could feel the force behind as it is a lot more than a polite suggestion.

" Joe will be happy with his unlimited alcohol for tonight, Shall we go somewhere more convenient for our conversation?"

Cara uncrossed her arms pushing off of the booth,"There we go, thank you very much." she said smiling before putting down what she owed at the counter before returning to her father. She shook her head at the question of if she had a hotel room, "Basically just got here, didn't really bother with one since I wasn't even certain you'd actually be here just yet so I just slept wherever sort of seemed convenient." she commented straightening her jacket.

His voice had a rather particular sound to it, one she realized she occasionally nearly copied at times. Cara waved casually mid-turn at Joe and the bartender once they'd actually leave. "Guess I might as well not even ask the questions till we're at the hotel huh? Well, I guess I can wait a few more minutes, I have been waiting years for this after-all." she said with a bit of a groan.

Aden walked over to the bar grabbed her money and put it in his pocket " Like normal, but his tab on my card. Add hers as well." the bartender nodded.

When I walked outside he reached over all the money out of his pocket and put it back in her hand " Did you leave before the lawyer contacted you? You have no idea about your trust fund do you? We'll get to that later. Now you have to cross the city because this is not the nice side. When we get there do not pay any attention to the name the receptionist calls me. I'm going to get two rooms that are beside each other. Wait till we get to one of the rooms before asking questions okay." Again his voice was very strong calm and in control but forceful.

He walked over to his bike grabbing his helmet putting it on looking at her watching to see if she went for her vehicle or she went to get on the back of his bike. which mate would make them even more confused at how she got to the bar if she got on his bike. She got her vehicle he would slowly pull out let her follow.

They would go about 20 until they pulled into a Hilton parking lot. he scanned his car as the gate opened and if she followed her own vehicle would scan again so that she could come in with him. They drive around until I can find two parking spots that were really close together than he parked. He reached out and took her hand as they made their way down the elevator and to the lobby.

The gorgeous brunette behind the counter smiled " Mr. Johnson are you back on another business trip. " " No actually it's kind of personal, my friend here came to do some business. Was not given a proper hotel. I need two rooms either adjoining across from each other on my normal account. We go way back. And I thought you guys could help me fix that." "Yes Mr. Johnson I think we can do that, do you want to use your hotel points?" " " Yes, but just on her room" "give me a moment" ... With a furious sound of keys. " Mr. Johnson here are your room keys the South Tower which is your normal tower, room 709 and 708 they are adjoining. And like you usually like it very close to the elevator." " Always a pleasure Linda, and if that boyfriend doesn't shape up. I'm gonna pay them a visit." " He's doing a lot better, he hasn't missed a day of work in a month. " Aden smiles at her, she had no idea he already had.

When they get into the elevator and the doors close " Rule one never ever, use my birth name. Dad Or Red. Two you do not tell grandpa or your grandmother ever or anyone?" his voice was very strong ordering the sound of mean but the same time completely on point with his words. As if there was no negotiation with rule one and two. " If you fall those two rules you can ask any question that you like. I will do whatever I can to answer them. And make this as less complicated as possible? Oh, if anyone ever asked we were not married when you are born and you have your mother's last name. The Brit gave you an alias correct?" he said sounding a little unsure.

She didn't really get time to answer as the elevator doors dinged and opened. Taking her hand and he stepped out. Their room was almost right by the door, pulls out the car key slit in the door when it unlocks opens the door and holds it so that she can go in and follows in after shutting the door.

Cara raised her eyebrow at mention of lawyer or trust fund questioningly, no, indeed she had not heard about any of that. Perhaps she had been in a little bit of a rush but it wasn't like she left the moment she found out about it, then again, lawyers weren't exactly the quickest bunch. It wouldn't take much hurry at all to beat them in terms of hurrying things. As they came out again and he went to his bike she held up a hand heading over to a rented car, it wasn't much, just enough for her for now. She would have gotten an actual car, except for the fact that she wasn't sure if she'd end up having to go overseas or some nonsense and that just didn't help with how difficult it was to move a car.

As she drove behind him her mind wondered about this so called trust fund among other things. She did have an alias however, Cara Walters. It worked well enough to use her first name, meant she didn't have to get used to something else. She just had to keep her last name in mind. It was a simple enough name though, so it was hardly a huge effort.

She eyed his hand when he took hers but didn't bother with that at the moment. Not right now at least. She added a simple wave and hello as he spoke to the woman behind the counter and continued to do so while they were in the elevator simply listening to him with a somewhat unreadable face. She was thinking, unsure exactly how to respond just yet until they were finally in the room. She tapped her hand on the counter twice then turned, "Alright, I'll follow those rules. And the name would be Cara Walters now I guess." she responded before tapping the countertop again and glancing at it, "Hm, not actually that bad." she said before removing her hand and stepping to the side.

She sort of tossed her arms out to the side questioningly, "So why? To a lot of things. Why leave in the first place? Why fake your death? I can only assume it really was you who killed her, but, why then? And why did you still not show up?" she asked shaking her head, just a little bit of irritation showing up just as much as inquisition.

Aden walked over to one of the bed set down putting his hands over his face as he sat there for a second and running his hands through his hair as he looked up at her. His normal rough heart expression was completely gone. His hand visibly began to shake for a moment that he looked back down at the floor.

Then he got up and started to walk back and forth any point of his finger out at her pointed up as if the international signal for giving him a minute. He opened his mouth several times as he was about to talk but then he stopped. He looked at her, paused that he walk back and forth again for a few moments before he finally stopped.

" You know she sent me to prison, trying to spend your birthday with you. she had already had birthday party invited everyone we know and didn't allow me to come. A lot of my friends didn't even know that I wasn't allowed to be there or they would not have shown up."

He began to pace again as he watches hands shake that he would tighten them as if he was trying to control it. " I loved your mother for a long time. We were together from freshman year all the way until it ended. Something happened when she realized that she was becoming a mom. She changed the game very selfish and all about you and her. I told her early if she ever cheated on me tried to take a kid for me I would kill her. That is why she set it up so I went to prison. "

He started pacing again " I waited so long because I didn't want you to grow up without her, I made of hated her guts. I made every day dreamed of killing that woman. But I didn't want to deny you of your mother what right did I have to do that even if I didn't like her she was still your mom. maybe I should have killed her but to be honest, I've killed so many people doing my job in the things I've done over the years. Not one kill was ever satisfying as that one. To be completely honest I watched her eyes go cold dead and lifeless. I never felt so satisfied in my entire life."

Walked over and sat down I'm off to bed. " What was I supposed to do show up. Hi, I'm your dad that supposedly is dead with a totally new face and don't look like any of the pictures of me. Oh by the way at least you have this enormous trust fund that pays for your college. And you probably don't really have to work for the rest of your life if you manage the money well. That makes up for me being gone all those years right? Because that sounds awesome."

Aden walked over to the window and looked outside t is at this point he was unable to hold it back the tears had begun to build up to his eyes before he knew he was going to cry. He has been able to put all of that emotion in a box and bury it deep within him now she was really here. It was really real. As much he was glad she was here he almost wish there was an illusion. Out of all the horrible things he had done in his life. Her and her sister were the only things he ever regretted. Was not being there to be their father.

At first when he started explaining she just turned towards him crossing her arms as she listened. He had lost his rough expression, but she didn't let out nearly as much as she wanted to. On the one hand she wanted this to be a nice reunion, on the other she wanted to stay cross with him for not having done much. She felt a little bad about what she said a moment ago and how it may have sounded, though she tried to convince herself it was completely acceptable. She put her hands down on the counter leaning forwards as she continued to listen to his story. She was finally hearing out why she had been without her father from his side of the story. Finally being told the truth of the situation from a man she had never truly known, and yet had even more of a connection to then her own mother.

Cara turned her head away repressing the emotions as best she could for now, did she want to feel right now? Was that important? She never really even met him, why did she feel empathy for him? He had done nothing for her right? Or well, perhaps he did. Her mother may not have been that great, selfish was an apt word for it. She never really got a legitimate compliment out of her no matter how good she did at something. "It was always just...You're making me look good. or Don't you do that, you're gonna make me look bad. with her." She said quietly to herself as he finished. "I guess I can't really say how you should have come back. But...surely there was some way you could have gotten to me. I dunno, called me, mailed me, something? It took forever before I actually found out it was all her fault in the first place."

She pushed off the counter and stood away from it looking at him as he looked out the window, for a moment she wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault. But she still had all that frustration built up inside her. She didn't want to sit here talking about feelings or something with somebody she hardly really knew, but she didn't want to really stay quiet either. And she couldn't try and get him to go elsewhere to ask questions away from here, any questions she had to ask had to be asked now. On the other hand, she couldn't think of anything to ask about why he left, she couldn't question his reasoning and she didn't really want to shout at him right now. Then the question that had come to her back at the bar came up in her head, "How...did that? She asked gesturing to his height with furrowed eyebrows. On one hand she was truly curious, on the other she was trying to de-escelate the situation just a little bit, she just didn't know how to deal with it when it was all built up inside her and didn't really want to, though eventually she knew she'd have to.

"There's no way you were that tall. Now, I may not really remember you as a kid. And I know you did those plastic surgeries or whatever for your face. But as far as I'm aware you can't grow using plastic surgery?"