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Joe AKA old Joe was sitting at the bar at the end like he always does drinking a beer. those around this bar have known him for years he always sits in the same place is almost always at the bar around the same time most nights. The man is a bit of a staple of the bar and has been here for years. It doesn't really bother anyone just hangs out in his section of the bar drinks and relaxes. Is known to tell some old dirty jokes to light up your smoke.




Is currently at the moment just hanging out watching the TV drinking a beer and eating a few pretzels.

Joe was interesting fellow most people would think that he was just an old drunk. The man had many stories to tell and had his ears to the ground in the city. the man knew a lot more than he was ever telling and even less if you didn't give the man some alcohol. A rumor had caught his attention about this beautiful girl supposedly looking for a friend of his. He had her that she had asked some questions about the man and his particular style of leather jacket. He figured she would eventually make her way here. At least that's what he hoped it was told that she was pretty. but if she was looking for him there were only two places that she would ever find him. Here and where he kind of worked. But if you are looking for someone that wore leather Jack and rotor motorcycle this was the only place in the city you are probably going to get sent. For good reason, this really was the only biker bar in the city most of them ended up here. It's not as lively as it used to be people come and go but always have.

If she came to the bar they would always send her to old Joe. There weren't that many people at the bar tonight so would be easy to spot when she arrived. She would definitely shake some heads from what he was told.

It had been along trip finding out about Harper Rock. And while not nearly as long, it was not exactly a short term thing actually getting here and trying to ask around using the information she was given. There was only so much she had to go on, the jacket, the motorcycle, the alias, and that almost ended what she knew. Of course she couldn't ask for him by name, there was no way he was still going by that right. Besides, whether she really believed what he'd done was right or not, she didn't want to reveal who he was just because she was asking questions and trying to find him herself. No, that...just didn't seem fair. He needed the chance to explain himself at least right. Right?

Eventually, this little investigation of hers led her to a biker bar, apparently the only one around here. Made sense. She ran her hand through her scalp for a moment and tucked on the edges of her jacket for a moment, You better be in here. I swear if I'm finally here, I don't quite know how ready I was supposed to be but getting a real mix of feelings here. Do I really want to? Yeah, yeah I do. I need to. She stood still for a moment then pushed open the doors and walked in before she could change her mind.

It was mostly empty, well...that, sort of made things easier? Or harder, really depended. There actually was a point where she apparently was recognized by rumor of her description looking for someone, though they really didn't seem to care about actually helping at all. In a crowd, it was much easier to avoid those. With as few as these people she could practically count them in a glance. She went up to the bar and repeated the same phrase she'd had had to ask time after time but before she was even totally finished the bartender had pointed out an old man telling her he'd know more about it then the bartender did. She nodded thankfully and pushed off the counter walking over to the old man, "Hi there! My names Cara, I was told you might be able to help me find somebody?" she asked trying to cut to the point quickly.

Joe smiles as he watches her make her way in his direction yet she definitely fit the rumor. He waited for her to get close then. He leaned around it completely obvious that he was checking her out even moving so that he could see her butt. Then he smiled and nodded " If you're looking who for who I think you're looking for. Then most likely. But that information is gonna cost you a beer or shot of whiskey, or skin. And if you're looking for who I think you're looking for the last one will get me shot. As I'm pretty sure you're not a jealous lover."

He looks up and waves down the bartender as she shakes her head and looks at the young lady. " He does that to everyone. But he always gives them the information they're seeking.So what would be for the old bag of bones? Would you like anything at all is well?".

The bartender waits for her reply and gets it and sets it down in front of Joe. " Choke on it, Joe." "Only if you save me baby doll" "Here you go hun. He's mostly harmless." She says with a smile before walking off.

Joe takes a sip of his drink with a smile. " So tell me about this dirty scoundrel that you're looking for?"

Cara narrowed her eyes and leaned back her head while he looked her over before she turned intentionally to face him more directly. Yeah that was definitely not the first time she'd gotten that look but she didn't exactly feel like being very accommodating right now, certainly not to some dirty old guy as blatant about it as he was. Beer, whiskey, or skin. He was right, that last one might get him shot, whether or not it was by someone else or her. She sighed and then smiled as the bartender came up, "I guess whiskey. I'll have a Maudite if you have one, or just any beer. Thank you."

She looked at whichever she was given for a moment in thought before taking out a copy of the picture of the leather jacket and one of the motorcycle and placing them on the table, "Looking for a guy who would usually be wearing this jacket and riding this. Might be known as Bloody Red. I hear he's also known for killing racists like the Neo-Nazi's. Probably really good in a fight, survival, generally the sort of guy who might be considered tough. Can't say for his character though. You know anything?"

Joe burst out laughing. " You're just as direct as he is, he told me a story once said about a little cutie might come looking." Reaches hand in his pocket and pulled out what honestly look like a burner phone.

"So little lady got a name, truth or alias. Don't really matter to me. I am just deciding if I'm going to give that Dick a call. Or send him a text. Yeah I know Red, but the real question is are you sure you want to meet him? You should think about that real hard before I make this phone call. Is if you're the girl from the story this is going to get interesting. This is forever will shape your and his life and his. **** is going to hit the fan pretty fast I would say. So you decide am I making a call or not?"

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a throwing knife that has a little inscription on the hilt. The inscription is an of W with J in the middle of it on the hilt. Then he takes it and sets it on the table so that she could see the inscription quite clearly. Then he pointed to the dartboard about 30 feet away." Hit that bulls-eye on that dart target from here that phone call is made. I think you'll recognize that throwing knife well, don't you? I know it's up to snuff."

Reached over and took the shot of whiskey that she had bought his little blue eyes sparkled as if a bit of youth just came back to him. " Don't take all day thinking about it I might die of a heart attack or my liver might give out before you decide to throw it".

While she thought about giving an alias of some kind, there wasn't really much point if this guy actually knew her father. More importantly if her father knew she'd be coming then it really wouldn't matter now would it. "Cara Warwick." she answered.

Once the question of if he should actually call it or not she nodded with a simple,"Do it." Whether or not she actually wanted to she sort of wondered about. However, she was determined to do it anyway, or at least everything in her power to do so. Then the guy pulled out a knife, at first she thought he was going to threaten her with it, until she recognized what it really looked like. It was just like her grandfathers, even had the initials in it, though the initials also matched up to her fathers. She looked at him for a moment grabbing it, she thought about asking how he got it, but by now that seemed obvious.

Impatience he had, alright, she did too, but she wasn't gonna screw this up just because some old man said he might die of some kind of organ failure, she skidded on her heel looked at the target adjusting her grip on the knife while swinging it at her side to feel it out before bringing it back by her ear and launching it across the room into the bullseye. It wasn't actually an easy throw in spite of how much practice she had, but it was certainly a quickly done one that would not have made it look all that difficult. She didn't bother spinning the blade, Cara preferred to make sure the tip remained constant throughout the throw so there would be no mess-ups in the spin. It had a few advantages, aside from not being as fun to listen to while in the air.

She turned, "Not a fair trial, but there." she said sternly. She hit the target after all, though now she wondered if she should have 'agreed' to such a chance just because he said so. After-all, what if she missed? Would he still call him? Sure she had done this sort of thing plenty of times before but if she only got one chance was that really all that fair?

Joe whole face lit up with a smile we heard the thud he didn't even look. " That's why I don't play darts with Red. If you retrieve that for me I'll make a phone call."

You waited until she got up and headed toward the knife and he opened the little flip phone and made a call. The major he spoke very loud so that she would hear them. " So there's someone here looking for you? ..... Do you want me to shoot her or keep her here until you get here?... **** you! " Laughs " Yeah, I know you, you ugly piece of toe jam on a behemoths fungus infested feet.I'll do what I want why you suck on a donkey dick".You could swear you could hear the other man talking when he closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.

He reached over and grabbed the beer that he was originally drinking before she set down took a few swigs and smiled. And look at her when she came back over as he held his hand out for the knife. " Watch what you say here. There are people here that'll kill her mother for a Klondike bar." then taking the knife and sliding it back in his jacket pocket.

Joe was going to love this, Red was not going to know what to do. He wasn't that good with emotions at least the ones that people wanted you to be good at. This was going to be better than any drama on television. And he had front row seats. He was guaranteed to have all of his beer paid for tonight this was a good night.

" So out of curiosity are you packing?"

He knew the story not because he was told that he had pieced it together. They had been talking on and off since Red had arrived in the city. The two had a lot in common, there's a lot of things they never said that they both understood. That's why he was entrusted with the information that he knew and Red hadn' killed him when he called him "Bloodly Red" for the first time. He also knew what the man could do, he knew that the story of what he did in Atlanta, LA, and few other places. Why some of the gangsters called them John Wick.

"He will be here in a little while you might want to figure out what you want to say or do. But I am suggest not using the last name again. I'm pretty sure, he sent you with alias you might ought use some of it after this."

Joe knew quite well how Red drove when he was in a hurry or he felt something was important. Wouldn't be long before he got here.

Cara grunted as she turned again to go get the knife, she narrowed her eyes hands on it as the guy mentioned shooting her. It was much too loud to be hidden, probably a joke. It better be or we're gonna have a problem. She thought walking back and dropping the hilt of the knife into his hand before sitting down drinking form her own beverage as she waited.

"So out of curiosity re you packing?"

Didn't really surprise her that that type of question might show up. And while he certainly seemed to have been useful she found herself vaguely irritated by him. To her, he just didn't seem to have many positive traits...if any, aside from information and contact she needed. There was no answer but a blatant lie though that he wouldn't catch on, most likely anyway. "Maybe, what's it to you?" she asked drinking for a moment before calming down a little, "Not exactly the safest city after all. Heard quite the number of eerie things about this place."

His next statement was a bit more helpful. Actual advice on what she needed to do in the future. Sure she could use the alias, not that she wanted to, but she could. "I'll keep that in mind." she said a bit more relaxed. She really wasn't sure why she was relaxed, it wasn't over yet, she hadn't met him yet, it really could be a dead end still. And even if it wasn't this might be the hardest conversation she'd ever have. Perhaps it was just because she finally reached the end of her search for her father, and that little point was enough to take a burden off her shoulders. That, or it was the alcohol, which she doubted. No way it was gonna get to her this quick.

Joe smirks as he leans in and softly whispered" See those two fellas and not too far from the target. ... Don't look. That big mean ugly looking bald ******. As well as the medium-size guy beside him. Their skinheads, Red blew up their meth lab not too long ago and have been taunting them on Instagram or whatever that is. I'm pretty sure they're waiting on him too. Except for they know him as Alucard. Apparently, he thought it would be hilarious to dress up like a vampire from an animated series while attacking them claiming he was that character. Don't ask me why I don't know he thinks it's hilarious. But anyway he can take care of himself. So if you're going to shoot him at least wait till after they attack him. It would be a lot more fitting and it would make a better story later when I tell it. This is my advice. Yell at me like I said something dirty and sexual." then there was quick soft wink as if that was important.


It didn't take much longer after that maybe another 5 to 7 minutes then she heard a bike pool quite loudly into the parking lot almost spin itself into a parking space almost upfront as if someone was dying he was getting there to save them.

Aden quickly got off his bike took off his helmet attached it to the bike. Since he had become a killer he had grown to become 6'4. He was still well toned and hadn't grown very large but he fit his frame quite well. The leather jacket in his body very snug but enough to give the man enough room to work. Like always he was wearing his black custom leather jacket. There was a ribbon across the top that said" Son of Odin".big and bold in the middle was the symbol.

Then a ribbon on the bottom that said "Valhalla with my soul".

He is wearing a simple black shirt underneath, a pair of blue jeans and biker boots that matched. They look like a well-taken care pair of Harley-Davidson boots. his beard was very well toned and maintain and was cleaned up and looked quite nice. When he walked in the door his eyes quickly looked directly where Joe normally will be.

He began to move with a purpose and that direction he got about halfway and the guys from the table which Joe mentioned got up.

In quickly turned and pointed his right hand at the big one " B**** apparently, you have not heard the stories of what happened to the other guys. If you two think you're enough to whoop my *** after I took them down by myself at least 30 or 40 your friends armed. You must think you got some big giant badass steel balls the size of elephant nuts. I have other business that I have to deal with today and you're getting in my way. I am going to beat you so bad and so fast. They call this a drive through *** kicking. So I suggest you go home back home get some more guys show up with a lot more firepower than that 9 mm that you both carrying. But if you feel lucky punk go ahead and jump. Guaranteed you both are walking out of here a broken arm an a busted up knee and a print of my boot on your four head and that's if I feel nice. So do you feel lucky? Just because do not have on my badass outfit don't mean ****. You damn dirty Nazi, You goat dick sucking mother F**ker. Do something I dare you! So do you feel lucky, Punk?".

The two looked at each other, then look back at him the big meat headed one charges." You are a dead mother F**ker, Alucard F**k you!" They both as reach for their guns and start to rush him.

Instinctively Cara leaned forwards a little when Joe started whispering. His warning about not looking made her try and think of another way to look at them, which she found in the mirror at the bar giving her an imperfect glance at the two of them as Joe explained. Her father certainly seemed a bit odd of a person if he was going to make some kind of joke while fighting, but, then again she'd heard quite a number of stories about this place and odd was an understatement for it. She doubted anyone would intentionally come here who wasn't unusual in some way. Joe was also treating her potentially killing him way too casually, she was totally unsure how someone like that ended up with any sort of important information unless by accident.

Yell at me like I said something dirty and sexual." then there was quick soft wink as if that was important.

His last sentence took her a moment to register before she turned to him with a disgusted look on her face loudly growling, "Screw you old man!" and shoving off her seat taking her drink with her to sit where she'd be able to see the whole thing unfold, but not before adding, "Thanks." rather quietly. As Cara sat down in a corner slowly working on her drink and thinking over all that was about to go on, and had gone on, she heard the engine and halfway saw the man swinging into the parking lot out of the window. Man he was pretty tall. Was that him? No way he was way bigger then he was supposed to be. She narrowed her eyes watching him come in, Freaking hillbilly that's the jacket! And that was the motorcycle! I mean in what he's done I guess it makes sense but there's no way he was that tall before and I never heard about it!

She listened intently as he threatened the two skinheads that intercepted him, quietly reaching for her gun while keeping it under the table for now while her other hand grabbed a knife that she usually had on her, something she kept on the table so she could move it fast if she had too. She wasn't sure what to expect but on the off chance they killed her father she was gonna be brutally angry and she'd rather that not happen after years of searching whatever the result with him would actually end up being. Sure did have a lot in his talk though, she wasn't really sure if it was true, but hey, if it was even a quarter true those two didn't stand a chance. On the other hand it still concerned her, only furthering her suspicion each time she looked at his height.

The moment the two of them started rushing Cara stood up pulling her knife back and sending it flying across the room aimed for the meat headed ones mouth while she brought her gun up and aimed it at the other one saying quickly, "I'll blow your head off I swear."