Kapitel 8: Pinned
"Let's not waste time Doberman, It's already past my bedtime." Michael said as he got out of the car.
"..You never sleep this early anyway, young master." Doberman was quick to reply.
They currently stood just outside of a night club, 'McQueens'.
"So how are we doing this young master?" asked Doberman.
"We get in the front door and disarm the guards. Afterwards, wreak havoc inside the place."
"Is that it…"
"Yes, let's get going."
The duo proceeded to go to the front door, where two people with rifles were standing by.
"Stop there!" One of the guards took a step forward and shouted, after seeing the two comply, he continued, "Do you have an invitation?"
"No, but I have your rifles."
Before the guards could understand anything, their guns immediately flew towards Michael.
Doberman was quick and immediately drew his gun and shot both of the guards.
He had a silencer on, obviously.
'So mich about disarming..'
Michael and Doberman proceeded to the door leading inside.
They took the cards on the guard's bodies and scanned it to the scanner.
Click!
A green light appeared and the door opened.
As soon as they got inside, disco music entered their ears.
"The club sure is sound-proof." Spoke Doberman as he scratched his ear.
Someone had already noticed them coming inside and approached them with a smile,
"Hello gentlemen, what can I get for you."
"We're looking for Kingpin's men, we have business to discuss here. They said they'll be there." Doberman said.
"Well, I'm the manager here, so I'll see what I can help you with, please, enjoy a drink while you wait." The manager said, and left.
Michael looked at Doberman and asked, "what? Let's listen to the gentleman." Michael continued his way to the bar.
"W-what? Frank will kill me if he finds out about this, how about waiting young master." Doberman panicked as he followed Michael.
Michael sat on one of the high chairs and spoke, gaining the bartender's attention.
"A martini please."
The bartender looked at Michael, slightly shocked and then looked around.
"Em, how did you get inside, kids are not allowed inside this place."
"I'm invited. Anyways, my drink?" Michael responded
The bartender shook his head, "You're a kid, how about a soda?"
Michael sighed, knowing that he was not going to get drunk tonight, "sure."
After a couple of minutes, the manager came back
He approached Michael and Doberman with an angered look,
"You should leave before I call security to throw you out, you're just liars and idiots."
"What did they say?" Asked Michael.
The manager got even more angered, "OUT!"
"Doberman, the plan is proceeding." Michael muttered.
While he was at the bar, he located anyone with weapons and remembered their faces.
"Yes, young master" Doberman nodded and took a knife out of his belt and got behind the manager.
"I would call Kingpin's goonies if you don't want to die." He pointed his knife to the manager's neck.
The others at the bar all had their attentions to this.
One, who was drinking stood up and spoke angrily,
"Hey, why are kids causing trou—"
Paw!
Before he could finish his say, a bullet hole appeared on his forehead.
Everyone seeing this was shocked, they looked at Michael, who had a golden gun on his hand.
They didn't care if he was a kid or not, almost everyone pulled a weapon and pointed it at him.
Michael smiled, "You just made my job easier."
Michael activated Dimensional Telekinesis and all of their guns were removed from their hands, not matter the grip they had.
"What, my gun!"
"He's one of the freaks."
Panic issued inside the whole club.
Bang!
"What the hell is going on here?"
From one of the rooms inside the club, the VIP room.
7 people got outside of the room to see what's the commotion.
The one in front of the other six, was bald and his hand was missing. A machete was there instead of a hand.
Doberman let go of the manager by throwing him on the side and spoke calmly,
"I assume you are Mache, one of the most trusted subordinates of Kingpin. We're here to find him."
Mache raised his eyebrow and spoke in an overbearing tone,
"Who do you think you are? A kid and a man, causing trouble in Kingpin's establishment, and ask for his audience? Men! Surround them."
The other six behind them took cue and immediately surrounded Michael and Doberman.
"Be careful, that kid is a mutant freak, he—."
Paw!
The manager's head welcomed a bullet as he spoke.
"What's a mutant doing in this place?" Mache had his eyes narrowed.
"Get Kingpin here, I have a proposal for him." This time, Michael spoke.
"Die brat!" One of the six, without receiving an order, pointed his gun towards Michael and just as he was about to shoot, the gun flew out of his hand.
"Wha!" Before he could understand, he was shot in the heart.
"I suggest you listen to the young master speak." Doberman lowered his gun and looked at the others threateningly.
"Put your guns down." Mache ordered the other remaining five and then looked at Michael.
"It seems you're his boss. Tell me, what do you want to achieve by coming here."
"Just call Kingpin on the phone and explain his situation here." Michael said.
"Fine." Mache took his phone on his pocket and dialed.
"Boss, it seems that there's a mutant who wants to speak with you."
"Well, let's say we're under his mercy."
Mache shot a glare to Michael, "You happy."
"Yes, indeed." Michael nodded and then raised his hand.
The all of the guns in the room that were thrown around by him, were on the ground before him.
"Doberman, alcohol."
Doberman understood and threw alcohol bottle at the guns.
Michael took a lighter from his pocket and threw it at the guns, who were laced with alcohol.
It wouldn't burn them, but it would stop anyone on the room to take them.
Mache's eyes twitched looking at the guns caught on fire.
Ten minutes later, Michael was sitting on the bar stool, sipping soda with lemon.
At this moment, everyone inside the bar heard sounds.
Trtrtrtrtrtrtr!
Helicopter sounds.
Michael was surprised as he looked at Mache, "I was sure that he won't come, even if you're his most trusted subordinate, yet here he is..I thought I would have to torture his location out of you, I guess I'm lucky."
Mache didn't reply at all and just stood silent.
He couldn't even escape due to the large space between him and the exit, there also was Doberman with a rifle on his hand, ready to shoot.
Even Michael had his deagle on his shoulder, where his hand stood.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The door opened, and inside the bar entered a bald man who was as tall as 2 meters with a. big body. Behind him, were dozens with assault riffles and helmets as if it was SWAT themselves.
It was Wilson Fisk, a.k.a Kingpin.
Kingpin looked at the surroundings and then walked towards Michael and Doberman without worry.
"I suggest you stay there." Doberman warned as pointed his rifle at Kingpin.
"What's with the bad welcome?" Asked Wilson and then looked at Michael, "I suppose you're the orchestrator."
Michael with the same neutral expression nodded, "I didn't think you'll come, well.. That made my job easier."
"And what job is that?" Wilson asked.
"That'll depend on you." Michael scratched his nape with his gun.
"Is that a threat?" Wilson asked, still carefree about the situation.
"Take it however you want, I'll make a deal with you." Michael said.
"Tell me." Wilson was curious.
"Well, it's like this, 100 million dollars if you want me to not destroy this place, 500 million for trying to take over my family's business, 1 Billion dollars to save your life and 400 million dollars for making me come here." Michael gave his conditions one by one:
Wilson was slightly surprised, "What's the name of your family?"
"Goodman."
"I see, I get it now. You killed the Golden Dagger Gang." Wilson put two and two together.
"Yes I did, if you don't want that to happen to you, I suggest you listen to me."
Wilson sighed, "Do you really think you're dealing with a gang here? You may be a mutant, but I have a lot of them working for me. As for trying to take over your family, that's business and only the smartest wins. I'm Kingpin, I'm not afraid of anyone, let alone just one mutant."
Michael also sighed, "I know a lot about you. You're name is Wilson Fisk, abused by father when you were little, afraid of mice. A mastermind of the criminal world. A martial artist, way stronger than a normal human, can break bones of a person with just a light punch. Love makes you weak. Am I missing something?"
At such a sudden burst of information, even Wilson was shocked.
His name was known to everyone, but he was shocked at how Michael knew about his childhood and fears.
"Are you.. A telepath?" Asked Wilson.
"No." Michael answered.
"What do you really want?" Once again, asked Wilson.
"I already told you."
Wilson scoffed, "This place is surrounded by hundreds of people, you can't escape. You probably cannot even go through them, yet you expect to get my money and leave?"
"I'm no ordinary mutant. Guns won't work against me, nor the grenades you have on your bulletproof three piece suit. So how about this, you and I, One on One. If you win, I'll give you the Goodman family, if I win, you agree to my conditions.. How about it?" Michael proposed with a smile.
'He even knows about my suit and grenades.' Wilson thought. Weirded out about how the boy knows everything about him. He started to lean on the boy being a telepath more and more. However it's known that telepaths aren't really strong in combat…
"Fine." He agreed.
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[BTW, I did a slight change again, at the moment where he figures it out that he's in Marvel. At first it was because he saw Tony Stark reveal himself, but the timeline is wrong if I did that because it's only 2006 then, so I changed it to other reasons.]
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