I decided to visit an old friend of mine. Some time had passed and I figured he'd be fun to talk to. I had no doubt he would be the most high strung, more prone to something stupid. I, however had a plan on how to get some answers from him. That night was a fun one.
I wasn't surprised to learn that Tate was at The Rabbit Hole again. He had become careful, paranoid but vices are the hardest things to correct. 'C'mon Tate,' I thought as I waited at the side of the bar, 'You've been here for three hours already.' I had to wait a little while longer before I heard the drunk speech of Tate, “I'll show you my nightshtick.” I looked around the side and saw Tate leaving with a different man from the last time. 'Bout damn time.' I said to myself as I stepped from the side of the bar and made my way to Tate and his arm candy. What worried me this time however, was how different his designated driver was that time around. It only made things easier though.
I didn't take any chances that time and pulled out a taser from my hoodie pocket and struck Tate on the neck with it. “Hey!” His arm candy yelled about to do something. I growled, glared “Get out of here.” I used my Nightmare voice and he bolted without a second thought to Tate.
Chains clanked, followed by a loud grunt, “What the hell?!” Tate had woken up, it was time for me to get to work.
“Good evening Mr. Tate.” I said in my Nightmare voice. I had changed into my costume when I brought him back to the abandoned building where him and the other two jumped me. I had been able to cobble together a makeshift bench previously and stocked up on some water. It was going to be a long night and I wanted to have fun with it. I could hear the chains as they clanked violently.
“Who the hell are you?!” He yelled,
“Tut, tut, tut such language from one of the Mayor's bodyguards. I don't know why but I expected better.” I said with a light jocular tone as I walked over to him from the shadows.
“You.” He growled,
“Me.” I said,
“You must have a death wish.” He said to me with fire in his eyes. I shook my head,
“Far from it Tate.” I told him, “I'm someone with a thirst for knowledge.” I smirked, “Speaking of thirsts...” I said going over to the first jug of water, uncapping it and standing over Tate. “You must be as well for as long as you've been sleeping. Here, have a drink.” I said before turning the jug over and pouring it onto Tate's face. He thrashed wildly and screamed as the water bombarded his face before I stopped.
“Feelin' talkative yet Tate?”
“Blow it out your a-AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” I dumped the water on him again,
“What was that Tate?” I asked, “You said you wanted tell me what I wanted to know?
“ALRIGHT!” He yelled,
“What was that?”
“The sound of the floodgates opening Tate.” I said, “Let them flow.”
“That's all you know?” I asked,
“Yes, I swear to god yes.” Tate yelled,
“Good,” I said with a smirk, “now stay here and be a good boy okay?” I turned to leave.
“Hey!” He yelled, “Where the hell are you going!?”
“Home, it's been a long night.” I told him as I walked away.
“What about me?”
“Oh don't worry.” I said, “I left you a phone where you could call for help. Under the bench you're chained to of course.” I chuckled lightly as I made my way to the exit, “Oh and I'm taking your ride too.” He swore loudly after me and I just felt all the better for leaving him there for the night. 'One down.'
The next day I had Houston hook me up with whatever he could find on the other two officers from the old unit. And imagine my surprise when I found out Stockholm; the warden of Silver Heights was one of the arresting team. I wasn't ready to tackle a jail just yet so I went after the other member, Milton Graham. Turns out Graham was offered a shield for his hand in the apprehension of Tavon but turned it down. He still worked as a uniformed officer and drove a single unit through the slums. As far away as he could from the people he worked with from what I saw. He was definitely next on the list.
I drove to the slums on the final hours of Grahams shift. I had Houston call in a false DV on one of the empty apartment buildings. It was on his way out so the guy made good to come and check it out. He banged on the door and yelled, “Stonehurst Police!” He called, “Open up!” I stood behind the door and opened it slowly. I watched intently as his gun was the first thing that made it into the room. Once he got farther in I grabbed him and yanked him into the room slamming the door behind us as he came in. I took the gun from him and tossed it to the side. He landed on his front and pushed himself up and grunted I noticed the limp on his left leg, “Gaahh, what the hell?” He said as he turned and saw me.
“Figured it was the least I owed you after the pistol whipping the last time we met don't you think so Graham?”
He wasn't scared when he saw me in my full Nightmare gear, which wasn't the first time something like that had happened but I never liked the implications. “You were expecting me.” I said,
“Of course.” He told me, “Wasn't expecting the Batman getup though.” He added.
“So you all did know.” I said, “How?”
“Looking back it wasn't hard.” He stated, “Son of the Chief of D's and all that but we did have some help.”
“Help huh?” He nodded,
“Someone sent by that crazy buddy of yours.”
We stood in silence for a moment before I broke the silence with a question. “What am I going to have to do to get answers out of you?”
“Just ask what you want to know.”
“I'm an old man kid,” He said to me, “Truthfully I ain't in the mood to be fighting anymore.” He rubbed the back of his head, “It was basically why I let that damn reporter who got the story take the kid down.”
“You were Holmquints source?” He nodded, “I see...”
“Tell me everything.”
“That was informative wasn't it?” I asked he grunted, “You're sure you want to do this?”
“Kind of a little late to turn back now isn't it?” He asked snidely.
“Guess so.” I walked up to him and he took a couple of deep breaths.
“Mind the bridgework kid. I want convincing, but not the point where I need surgery.”
I struck him. Harder than I should've but I couldn't help but feel like it was so good to hit the man. He was out like a light and I was gone before he would wake up. That was two down.