It's quiet and dark in the city. Most people went home or are hanging out in clubs, only cars fill the streets. But it's a nice night. Clear and blue, the stars sparkle, together with the moon they hit the puddles from the rain that happened an hour ago. The smell of wet cement and the sounds of cars heading home. It surely is a nice night.
Suddenly, a shadow hits the walls. It's running and being followed by more, they're chasing after it. He breaths heavy under the mask, he's being chased by them because he stole something important. He turns a corner and then runs left into another one. But his plans of hanging them up were spoiled, then one of his hunters was faster and found out his trick. The dog ran around another corner and stops at the wall. He looks up and then behind him. They're close but he knows, they would never go in the "in between". So with a few jumps, he manages to jump over the wall while one of his hunters stops at the wall, looking up at him.
"Where is he?"
"He jumped over the wall"
"Well then, what are you waiting for maggot? Let's go!"
"Wait, Damien let's not."
"Why not?"
"We chased him for 2 hours now and we know where he went. Let's just go take a break and I'll report to Mulligan later so he can send out the others to search after him. And besides"
He looks at the 2 other who just catched up. One of them breathes heavily while the other one holds him, hoping he wouldn't collapse.
"I don't think that anyone of us still has enough power to run after him."
"Also, it's 12 am. Just saying"
"Since when are you such a wuss Jack?"
Damien looks at him with judging eyes.
"Since I turned 43 and almost got blown up"
Jack looks back with a grin and sarcastic looking eyes.
"Could you please just stop? Come on, I think the "Mice in riviera" is still open. I'll even buy you something to eat Damien."
He looks at Damien with a smile but then returns to Bruce, who leans against a wall and let's out a few coughs.
Damien on the other hand looks at the wall but then back to the street. His stomach growls a bit.
"Fine but, Elliot"
Damien turn him around and looks down to be on eye height.
"You hurry up or else he's gonna be gone. Also don't expect me to accept your money, boi"
Damien grins and turns back the streets, grabbing the coughing Bruce on one arm and an smiling Elliot on the other, dragging them with him while Jack walks behind them with a cigar in his mouth and a little grin shining from behind it.
Together they walk down the streets from the "Cheeserign" district to the centre of the city.
Shining lights and cars everywhere. Here the people are still awake, waiting to get into the clubs and restaurants that decorate the streets even more than the actual lights do.
And in all the different pubs, restaurants and clubs there lies the "Mice in riviera". A big hotel with an restaurant underneath it. It's one of the most famous places of the whole city. Not just because of the nice look but, the food and music is just perfect, like the owner herself. It shines and is decorated with little bulbs and plants. A lot of people stopped by the big windows, that were built there to attract attention, and even famous people came here sometimes. And it wasn't just the restaurant itself or the music that brought the people here but, also the owner who lived above the restaurant and often sang there.
"Welp, looks like Alfred gives everything he has tonight."
Jack listens to the loud but, wonderful voice coming from the inside of the restaurant. Accompanied by other, fitting instrumental melodies.
"I just hope he doesn't destroy his voice... again" He opens the door and the other 3 follow him to the spot they claimed 3 years ago. It's a nice spot in the corner, against a window.
The spot is less decorated and has a piece of paper glued on it's upper side that says :"Reserved for the suicidal heroes" written in a horrible handwriting but, decorated with on drawn blobs that were supposed to resemble bunnies and flowers.
The seats look a bit messy and you could see that on one spot, somebody had to stitch something up. That spot is Damien's favourite place to sit on, mostly because it looks cool and because it's like the best spot if you want to look at the other restaurants. While the other side of the window was blocked off by a wall and plants.
"Alright bois" Damien grins
"We have 8 hours until actual works starts again so, how about we get plastered?" His grin grows bigger and it seems like he just forgot about everything that happened 15 minutes again.
"How often do I have to say this, bud? We can't get drunk on work days." Jack slightly hits him in the leg from across the table.
"Also, remember last time you had too much and you almost got run over by a train?" Jack looks judgingly into Damien's eyes while Elliot just sits next to him with a uncomfortable grin.
"Oh, pfft. Everything went fine in the end though." Damien hits Jack back, grinning at him seeing it more like a horrible joke instead of an actual problem but, Jack's right. Everytime Damien get's boozed up, he attempts to either shoot others or kill himself, always wearing an american flag. But, it's not like he is anything better. Bot Jack and Damien love to drink alcohol and both of them are horrible when they're drunk and that seems to happen a lot.
Thud both of them suddenly stopped grinning passiv aggressiv at each other and turn to the now very surprised Bruce.
"Are you alright?" Elliot looks concerned at his best friend while the other too try not to giggle.
"I- I'm okay, don't worry..." Bruce takes some deep breaths and then continues to look at the ground, almost passing out.
"It's okay if you want to take a nap. I mean you did work a lot today" Elliot looks at him with a loving smile but then turns to the other 2, who still try not to giggle, with a very sassy and disappointed look.
"Okay, I get it. Sorry bud, this just reminds me back to the old days. We always wanted to get ourselves drunk but, we fell asleep halfway to the bar. So let me tell you, you're not the first one." Jack looks back at Elliot who calmed down a bit and his look turned back into the happy smile. Suddenly a man stands in front of their table with a tray and a notebook in his hand.
"Well, look who we have here" An older looking Mouse with mustache and messy hair smiles their way. He wears something only a butler would wear and from the looks of it, his stuff was very expensive.
"Still up so late Monsieur's?" He puts takes out a pen and looks at the notebook. "Yeah, work apparently never goes to sleep." Jack looks at the very tired Bruce, smiling even more.
"Say Pierre, why don't you get him something cold?" He points at Bruce who seems to have fallen asleep.
"Maybe that'll wake him up. Oh and also, for me too. We ran for hours and it's getting hot in here." Pierre nods, looking a bit concerned.
"For me just the usual, please" "Same here bucko, just maybe also cold." The waiter sighs but, then smiles, writing something down in his notebook and then walking away.
It's not really common for them to be there so late. Maybe Elliot but, not the other 3 and especially not around 12.
Suddenly the singing stops and the music starts to get slower. The few people that decided to go out at 12am, what itself is a horrible decision, start to leave. "Well, would you look at that. We just came at the right moment. HEY Pierre!"
The waiter rushes to the table with the drinks, a cola, a soda, a small beer and a milkshake that almost fell and hit the wonderful carpet ground, sit on the tray. Jack kicks the just screaming Damien in the stomach with a warning look.
"Why didn't you just say that you're going to close? We could have gone to another restaurant you know." Elliot looks at the drinks with a guilty look while Damien eyes the waiter.
"Oh Monsieur's I have to apologize. I wanted to let you know but, I just wanted some friendly company while cleaning this mess. And besides" He points at the glock with a tired and worried expression
"I'm here since 15 hours and Madame Jeantle isn't here so, I don't really have anyone to talk to." He sighs and sits down next Bruce, who seems to be a little bit more awake.
"Huh, well where is Mary? I mean I know she isn't really the kind of person that would care for her own things but, I mean."
Pierre now looks even more worried, staring at Elliot who seems to regret the words he just said. "I mean, ummm...."
"It's okay, I just wish I would know. I looked everywhere but, I can't find her anywhere. I just know that she went out with another guy last night and didn't come home. Or that's at least what Joel told me, I guess... I'm not really sure if he said these exact word but, he said something similar." he sighs even louder, hitting his head on the table.
"What if something happened? I mean, I don't really care if anything happens to her specifically but, who will finance this whole place if she's gone?" Elliot pets the devastated waiter with a concerning look.
"I mean, you would know if she died, wouldn't you?" Damien looks at Elliot with questioning look.
"Or did I get it wrong? I'm not really good with remembering this whole "Phobia" stuff and what you can do and what not". He shrugs, leading to an expression of not caring.
"When are you good at remembering anything Damien?" A few angry stares met his eyes from across the table.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your little war flame there but, umm." The 2 suddenly snap back at the frightened Bruce but, then the stares turn into realisation. "What he wanted to say was" Elliot smiles at them with a smile only a killer could give you
"That you 2 should stop trying to fight and concentrate more on the missing woman." He turns back to Pierre and Bruce
"Now, since we know that she was out with someone, we first have to find out with who." He stares at his almost empty milkshake.
"Doesn't she keep some sort of Diary where she ticks of every guy she was together with?" "Boi, why would you even assume that?"
"Well it is Mary we are speaking of." Elliot looks up to Damien with a meh expression while he just nods.
"Wait why don't we just call her?" "I tried my best Monsieur Jack but, it seems like she left her phone here." Pierre sighed again.
"Okay" Elliot stands up and slams his hand on the table, his serious expression suddenly turns into fear as his drink almost fell. He holds his hand around the glass and waits for a few seconds just to reassure that the glass really won't fall, while the other 3 just look at the scene trying to figure out if they should laugh or be serious. Flustered, Elliot tries to hold a serious expression.
"What I wanted to say was: Why don't we all go home and if she doesn't turn up until tomorrow, we'll search for her? So the first thing you 3 do is meet up here with Pierre and I'll come later. I have to do something more important first." "Sounds legit" Damien and Bruce shake their head in agreement.
"Okay then, until tomorrow"
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