Ryland had woken up and he too had a concussion, but that summed up the major injuries. Rio and Saanvi had been roughed up, but nothing major. 

When my injuries healed I would be fighting Punisher. The man was in a totally different weight class and judging by how he rescued us, had a much larger skill set than I did. And while I was injured I couldn't fight anybody. 

Fan-fucking-tastic.

And it was all because of that panty-sniffer Ghost. The fucking lecherous, motherfucking, shithole licking, bastard had sent his fucking goonies after me because he was a little bitch.

"FUCK!" I screamed down the hall.

As of right now I was on a mission. Sometime back, Tarzan had told me about an information guy. I'd been thinking about meeting with him, but I always put it off but now I had nothing else to do. I may as well put my plan to taking down Ghost into action. It went like this:

1. Find his weakness. Informants are supposed to know stuff like this, so it should be fairly easy

2. Defeat Punisher

3. Defeat Ghost

4. Make people like me

5. Beat up Ghost with weakness

It was a simple plan that should work fairly easily as long as I foung Ghost's weakness. And that's where I am now.

I had cornered Tarzan under the protection of the 'red list' and got him to spill where to find Lauren. It was room 3 in the basement of the school. The basement was a disaster shelter that was pretty locked up in case a tornado or something shitty like that happened. Room 3 was one of the three storage rooms in the basement.

I used my non-injured hand to push the door open. 

"HEY LAUREN! I'M HERE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING!" I announced, kicking the door open.

There was someone inside, but I couldn't catch their face as they ducked under a desk and pulled out a mask.

"Nico, dearest, don't you know to knock before entering someone's room? I could've been naked."

I felt uneasy around the slimy fucker, but I still needed answers.

"Hey, so I need information on Ghost. Something I could take him down with."

The room was quite small with bookshelves surrounding both sides and a desk pushed to the back. Lauren was dressed in standard Cheshire pajamas so you couldn't tell his ranking and one of those tacky mexican bull wrestling masks. Like the guys in swimsuits who use red blankets to get bulls dizzy. One of those masks.

"It's not Lauren, dear. It's Laurent. I'm French."

"Fucking snail eater, just tell me Ghost's weakness."

"While I love your enthusiasm, I have a process. Since I'm a... fan of yours, I'll give you a discount. I barter in deals for information, as well as drugs and minor weapons. You want a weakness of Ghost, and I want something too. Since your fighting Punisher next month, don't bother asking how I know, I want you to give me an after fight special right here after the fight. Whether you win or lose, no matter the injuries, I want you to wait for me here."

I considered it. His part of the deal was most likely sexual. I looked him over. In the pajamas it was hard to notice, but there was definitely muscle on him. His body was just my type, yet there was something strangely off about him. Something very much wrong with him,

Despite this, he was part of my plan. I'd been pretty worn out lately, and nothing better than a post victory fuck to make the mood better.

"Yeah, sure. Deal."

Laurent smiled, "I'm glad you agreed to my proposition. Just sign here and I'll make the trade in a month's time."

"In a month!? What the fuck! I want his weakness now!"

"Well, you can't fight in a month! Anyways, tell me why you want Ghost's weakness so badly. I heard he's quite fond of you."

"Fond my ass. He's a bastard and I'm going to fucking kill that son of a bitch. God I hate him."

"Ah, well. I have an appointment soon, so I will need you to leave. When I have his weakness I'll let you know."

I grunted and left, slamming the door closed.

Inside, Laurent removed the impromptu mask and ran a finger through his bleached hair.

"He hates me, huh?" he said, staring at the door where his soon-to-be-lover had just left from.

"It's no secret what my weakness is puppy," Laurent said, clicking a file on his computer.

Tons and tons and tons of videos saved in a locked folder from Nico showering to Nico sleeping to Nico eating to Nico breathing and walking and standing and talking and...

"Well, I wouldn't call you my weakness puppy, but my feelings for you are definitely not my strength."