Drug Trafficking Hotel
Outside the drug trafficking hotel, Watson stares out at the building. After a few moments, he walks up to the entrance. Watson knocks on the door, and a moment later, the door cracks open and a face pokes out from the crack of the door with a small chain lock above his forehead. The man behind the door looks down at Watson for a moment before the door closes for another moment as Watson hears the sound of the chain rattle. The door then opens all the way with an armed man holding it open.
"The boss has been expecting you," the gunner said.
Watson steps inside as the gunner then closes the door.
"Follow me," the gunner ordered.
The gunner walks through the drug lab as Watson follows behind him. As Watson walked, he looked around and saw several people working at the tables around him, creating and producing drugs. He follows the gunner up the stairwell and up to the fourth floor. Watson continues to follow the gunner down the hallway as the gunner stops at a door. He knocked on the door and from the door came a response.
"Come in."
The gunner opens the door and gestures to Watson to step inside. Watson steps inside and sees Manuel sitting on one side of the sofa.
"I've been expecting you. Sit down. Take a seat," Manuel said, gesturing to the other end of the sofa.
Watson walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"I have heard so much about you. From both my men and my little bastard of a son," Manuel said.
"You're son?" Watson asked.
"Augusto Silva," Manuel answered.
"He's your son?" Watson asked, looking surprised.
"He is. Until you had him thrown into the slammer," Manuel answered.
"Your son tried to kill me and tried to kidnap Yara. He had to be stopped," Watson said.
"But aside from locking Augusto up, you also released my men's stress toys, sabotaged my dealings, and sabotaged my robberies. You play hero like a pro, but you've caused me enough trouble," Manuel said.
"And you do realize that I could easily rip your goddamn head off, right?" Watson asked.
"I'm sure you could. But there are two problems on why that would be a bad idea to try," Manuel said.
He stood up from the sofa and walked over to a large cardboard box sitting open on the floor upside down. Manuel lifts the box up to reveal Yara and Lucas both tied up and their mouths gagged with duct tape as they try to struggle to get loose.
"Problem number one," Manuel said, gesturing to Yara and Lucas.
"Guys!" Watson said in worry.
He was about to approach his friends, but Manuel steps in front of him as he pulls out a Smith and Wesson CSX pistol.
"Problem number two," Manuel said as he flipped the gun and held it by its barrel.
He presents it to Watson, gesturing to him to take it. Confused, Watson takes the gun from Manuel as the drug lord kingpin takes a few steps back.
"Shoot me," Manuel said.
Watson was caught off guard by his demand. Manuel gestures to Watson to do it with a smirk on his face. A moment later, Watson points the gun at Manuel and pulls the trigger. The bullet struck Manuel in the chest as he staggered a couple steps back. He regains his balance and begins to chuckle. Watson grew stunned as well as Lucas and Yara, thinking Manuel should be dead.
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Watson (RWBY and Earth)
FanfictionAn autistic boy in the the city of São Paulo, Brazil has his aura unlocked after the world of Remnant merges with Earth. He must now protect his friends from a drug cartel and overcome his developmental disorder.