“This is highly irregular” the man in the black suit and white shirt said to Brian.
“I’m not ********’ askin’ for anybody to help, I just need the extract,” Brian, dressed in his usual fatigues, responded back.
“This could be construed as aiding a murderer if anything goes wrong.”
“I won’t ********’ screw up.”
“That’s very promising,” the man responded sarcastically.
“I’ll use standard breach and clear methods.”
“It’s still irregular, if you were a police officer this would be highly illegal.”
“I’m no police officer, in ten minutes I bypass months or years of building cases against these guys.”
“If what you think is there is actually there,” the suit folded his arms across his chest.
“FINE! I’ll do this the slow way!”
“The right way,” the suit corrected.
“Whatever you call it,” Brian, clearly annoyed, replied before emptying his glass of the beer that remained in it.
“Can I choose the next place we meet?”
“I ain’t wearin’ a suit.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“You can choose it but I ain’t wearin’ a suit,” Brian adjusted the strap on his bag before pushing away from the bar.
“Brian, where are you going?”
Brian paused and looked over his shoulder to say, “I got a busy night ahead of me all of a sudden.”
“You’re going to start on this tonight?”
“You may have all the time in the world, but that girl, she don’t,” Brian walked away and left the bar.

*****

Brian had returned to Avengers’ mansion to drop off his bag and collect a different one. He parked the bike, left it idling, went inside, dropped off the bag he had and left with a different without saying a word to anyone. Any who were still up at the late hour of 1:00 am had seen how pissed off and determined Brian was. Even if someone had greeted him he merely grunted for but ignored any attempts at conversation. Off into the night Brian rode again.

He parked his bike in a tower garage, in a dark corner Brian pulled on a ghillie suit that was done in a gray scale rather than the usual green scale. He also produced an MP5 with a silencer and a M9 similarly equipped. He slipped down and out of the parking garage with the weapons tucked into the suit and worked his way in the shadows to a warehouse. After waiting for half an hour he snuck up to a door off to the side, he tried the doorknob to discover that it is locked. Brian pulled a lock pick kit from his pocket and set to opening the door.

The lock unlatched with slight click and then Brian opened the door. He crept inside and closed the door again, he relocked it. In the pitch black Brian put his night vision goggles on and looked around in the warehouse. The warehouse was filled with crates but somewhere towards the middle a light was on and it cast a dim glow across the ceiling. Brian crept along in the space between stacks of crates carrying his M9. Once at the source of the glow Brian saw a man with his feet up on a desk that shared its space with a computer. The man was asleep which allowed Brian to move to the computer and check the files on it. Invoices, spreadsheets and account numbers, every sensitive piece of information about the Cast Offs of Pandemonium. Brian clicked the light off and unscrewed the light bulb one turn so it wouldn’t turn on easily. He then put his hand over the mouth of the sleeping man and forced him to the ground and put the barrel of the M9 in his face, the man’s screams are muffled by Brian’s hand which prompts Brian to strike the man on the nose with the silencer before saying, “Hey, you want to live?”
“Mmhmm” the man says while weakly nodding.
“Than shut up and answer my questions, is there a little girl here?”
“Nnnn”
“Do you know where she is?”
“Nnnn”
“You sold her?”
“Mmhmm”
I should waste this ******** right now, one in each lung, get to drown in his own ******** blood
“All your records on the computer?”
“Mmhmm”
Brian growls and puts the silencer against the man’s forehead, “Well, it’s you lucky ********’ day, you get to carry the computer. If you even look at me funny I put so many bullets in your face the police will need dental records to identify you, get me?”
“Mmhmm,” the tone of the voice of the man was ripe with terror.
Brian stands up and keeps the M9 trained on the man who stands up slowly and unhooks the computer. The light from the monitor goes dark as the computer stops feeding an image to it. With this the room is near total dark which causes the man to say, “dude, I can’t see s**t.”
Brian put his left hand on the man’s shoulder with a firm grasp and half pushed half led the man to the door. Brian opens the door and the man steps through, M9 trained on him the whole time. Brian closed the door quietly, so quietly the newcomer missed his presence. “Hey, Joe, you got a- hey!” The man reached for a handgun tucked into his belt; Brian shot the new man right above the left eye socket.
Joe exclaims, “Holy s**t!” before he dropped the computer and started running. Brian shot Joe in the leg, Joe screamed at the shot of pain that ran through his body.
“Shut up or I shoot you where you won’t get better,” Brian said with an icy threat in his voice. Joe quieted down; his screaming was the only thing to tell the nearby people, if there were any, that there was anything that just happened since the silencer had made a whisper of the gunshots.

Brian pulled his phone from his pocket and called the police; he gave them the address and cooly informed them of, “shots fired,” and hung up.

Brian walked over to Joe that had started to try to crawl away. Brian sat on him and put the now hot and smoking silencer against the back of Joe’s head. “You’re gonna tell the police everything you know about your friends or I make you like your ex-buddy over there, got it?”

Joe wheezed, “yeah,” he inhaled shallowly, “got it you ********’ psycho.” Brian hits Joe on the head with the M9 which dazed Joe until the police got to the scene.

The trio of squad cars with no sense of subtlety screamed down the road with sirens blaring and lights flashing. Brian walked into the street as the first squad came to a halt; the passenger jumped out, trained a pistol on Brian and shouted, “Put the gun down, hands in the air, now!” Brian dropped the M9 and raised his hands, “The other one, too!” Brian looked at the MP5 dangling from his neck and kept his hands in the air, “Drop it!”
“Look man, I don’t want you to shoot me so I’m going to lower my left hand, grab the strap and place it on the ground.”
“Do it!”
Brian followed his stated action and then said, “I’m a registered hero, Joe over there needs medical attention.”
The overly tense police officer holstered his pistol and went to check on Joe, the driver, who was much calmer, came over to Brian and said, “put your hands down, you look ridiculous.”

Brian told this police officer the whole story starting at opening the door except the part about threatening Joe to tell the police the whole story. The officer let Brian collect his MP5 but took the M9 for ballistics and informed Brian he could pick it up after following procedure about shots fired. Brian frowned and melted away into the night as soon as the police had the situation locked down and were trying to get a search warrant to enter the warehouse.