Johnny had been working for half a shift when he spotted the bikers walking through the door. Santos had gone home earlier in the night to tuck his kids into bed. Leaving Johnny to bounce the bar. He watched Emilio stiffen at the sight of the newcomers and realized that they were not friends of the Biker. In fact there was a fight brewing. He walked swiftly over to the office and knocked. "Hey Gabe, we lust had a trio of bikers walk in and it looks like Emilio and them have some bad blood I'm going to go check it out."
"Que passa Amigo's?" Johnny asks when he aproches the bikers. "Hows it going tonight?"
"Fuck off you little punk." The lead biker replies as he spots Emilio. They didn't come to the bar to drink they came there to stomp Emilio into the floorboards. The biker gives Johnny a hard shove against a table and the trio swarm the sodden Emilio.
Johnny picks himself up off the floor as the trio of bikers start pounding on Emilio. the drunken biker is no match for the brass knuckle clad fists of the rival bikers. Walking to the nearest biker Johnny grabs the back of the man's vest while stomping the man's calf.
The biker hits the ground hard as Johnny throws an uppercut into the ribs of a second biker. The man grunts with pain and tries to backhand Johnny. Johnny ducks to aviod the blow and retaliates with a backfist to the man's solar plexus and a right/ left series of palm strikes to the man's jaw. Grabbing the man's head with his hands, he drives his knee into the man's sturnum.
As he shifted his grip to throw the second biker into the third the fist biker grabs him around his chest pinning his arms to his sides. Johnny instantly grabs the man's hands with his and drops to his knee while bending forward. The first biker is flipped over his shoulder and into the third biker.
The second biker kicks at johnny while he's down. Johnny sweeps his arm down camming the kick away from him before snaking his arm around to trap the leg on his shoulder. Riseing to his feet, johnny kicks the biker's supporting ancle and steps back. The bikers own weight causes him to overextend the tendons and ligaments in his groin.
Turning from the crippled biker Johnny looks at the pair of bikers untangling themselves. In the hands of the thrid biker a pair of bloody brass knuckled gleem evily, while the first biker pulls a knife from his belt. Johnny pulls a baton from his belt and starts circling them counterclockwise. The purpose of the circling was to put one biker between the other.
The biker with the brass knuckles bum rushes Johnny in an attempt to drag him down so the biker with the knife could start stomping on him with his steel toed workboots. Twisting with the impact Johnny manages to stay upright but leaves himself open to the knife. He feels a stinging sensation as the knife leaves a bloody gash along his ribs. Reaching down he grabs a bearpitcher and throws it in the face of the biker who slashed him. he knew he was in a bad spot between the bikers as he flicked open the baton into the man's knifehand. The steel knob at the end of the baton connected with the man's thumb breaking it with a crack as it also knocked the knife flying. Pressing the attack Johnny chops the baton over the Biker with all the skill of a seasoned woodsman turning a tree into a log ready for the logtruck. The biker fell in a bloody heap as the repeated impacts took the fight out of him.
Running on meth more than commong sense the last biker got to his feet and started toward the Chingate hijo de puta. The entire bar had backed away from the fight and watched as the combattants tore each other apart. he watched his friend fall to the ground as the bato relaje turned toward him.
Breathing hard Johnny turned towards the last biker and rested the tip of his baton on his shoulder. As the biker stepped towards him to use the brass knuckles Johnny's foot snapped out. The sound of the fracturing kneecap seemed loud in the room as the biker dropped. Looking at the knuckles on the man's hands Johnny stomped the hand. The brass knuckles focused the stomp on the bones of the man's hands breaking them all. The man screamed in pain as Johnny squatted down to retreave the weapon.
Standing up he asked. "Ramona have you called the cops yet? We are going to need multiple ambulances here."
The patrons moved aside like zebra in the path of a lion as Johnny grabbed a first aid kit from behind the bar and headed into the bathroom. He didn't have the skills to sew a knifewound closed but he knew enough to keep from bleeding out until he could find someone who did. Washing away the blood he found that the would was about six inches long and about an inch deep. it was painful and messy but in no way fatal or debilitating. Had the biker stabbed him he would have been looking at a puntured lung and weeks of recovery.
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Maria looked over he new second story apartment. it was a tiny courner place with a bedroom, bath and a combined Living/dining/ kitchen. Inside was several thousand dollars worth of new furnature and alot of detrious from unpacking and assembling, As she plugged in the monitor of her new desktop She thought of her last one and the mess that it had made of her old room when the bomb in it went off. The sound of children playing outside made putting an explosive device in it not an option. It was a horrible feeling to feel some sort of responsibility to everyone around you after years of not giving a damn. Worse than the feelings of guilt were the horrible nightmares that would wake her in the middle of the night and prevent her from sleeping again for hours.
Wondering your Dominique was doing she sent an e-mail.
"Holla Chica,
Wazup? I've found a place of my own for now. It's rough going as I've had the time and privacy to think about what I've done and what I could do with my life. What's I'm e-mailing about is how you are holding up with what we have done."
Much to Maria's suprise she got an e-mail from Domino about an hour latter.
"Hey M,
I'm doing ok. As far as myself goes it was like playing a videogame. That's not to say that I don't recognize that the half dozen people I blew to bits wern't real people but they were known badguys after a friend of mine. There is no moral doubts about what i did and so far I'm sleeping just fine. I'm guessing that you are going insaine with the guilt of what you have done and Don't know what to do with yourself besides stew. Dr. Rodriguez Sugests going out for dinner and a movie and trying to relax. Hell, order yourself some lingerie, a vibrator and watch some porn. Remember no matter what you have done you do have friends who love and suport you for being who you are."
Maria smiled at the message and checked the links that Dominique had given her. The links were advice for copeing with abuse, combat and the general suckiness that life sometimes had to offer. It wasn't a trained psychologist and several years of therapy but It was needed advice. Unlike in most action films or videogames people were affected by commiting violence. Normal people did what they had to and usually felt like shit afterwards. Some people moved on with little outward change, Some people tok on a state of serenity as they accepted that they were mortal and that they would die. Other's thankfully rare enjoyed violence, Except for the people in the nightclub she helped her father bomb and getting shot Maria enjoyed violence. It was an intense adrenaline rush to take part in such a fight and some people became lost in it. Those people who became lost died as they couldn't think ahead.
Heeding Dominique's advice Maria found herself sitting at the local busstop. Without a car she was stuck useing bus routes or calling a cab. That was even more of her money that would be spent on needed things in life. She would have to talk to Johnny about where a girl could find at least parttime work that was legal. Unfortunatly a legitamate lifestyle usually didn't involve stacks of cash the size of a twin bed. Still, she knew of a few people on this side of the bordder who had hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash on hand in their homes. Maria squashed that thought.
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