The day started with me heading to town. On the way someone handed me a pamplet for some for a competion. the judge would choose ten people that would get to go to the other side. The other side being the other side of the town, see this side of town was a less severe version of the purge movie. whereas the other side of town was like like a less severe version of your modern day. There was still crimes like petty theft and stuff like that, but there was never murder or hostage situations, so most everybody over here wanted to get over there.
Changing course I walk towards the address listed on the pamplet. Once in sight of it I saw a table set up for entries. Signing up was relatively easy, considering it was the standard form with the added agreement that the signer wouldn't attempt an attack on the other side judge.
After sitting through a few really nice acts it was my go. I walked up onto the veranda with a palpable confidence, sat down on the wood planks that made up the porch, moved the handy dandy trash can that was sitting beside me between me and the judge, and spun it on one of it's corners. Giving a goofy/polite smile as I retried spinning it after failing several time. My wonderful show was interupted by a good friend of mine running up to the porch and telling me someone kidnapped his daughter.
**Now it's important to note that because of my previous career in- 'well in a ocupation where my life depended on me being a good fighter the best at almost everything' I was the one my people would come to if they needed help with anything.
Hearing Mike's call I dropped the trash can and bolted down the steps. Once in front of him I started firing off my questions. "Where were y'all when she was taken? How was she taken? What trnsportaion did her captors use? What direction did they go? How long ago was it? How many were there? Did you recognize any of them? What were they wearing?" Pausing in between each question just long enough to hear his answer I reasoned that she was probably taken from somebody belonging to the other side. We'd been sucpicious they had been taking kids, and saying they had adopted them from a poor burdened family, for awhile now, but we hadn't known any of the people who's children had been taken, so we weren't able to confirm until now.
By the time he finished answering my questions, and I had come to a conclusion I was fuming. Not outwardly of course, but inside I was thinking of all the ways I could bust through their front gates just so they would know there was nothing they could do to stop me from correcting their every mistake. Taking a calming breath I walked to the nearest vehicle, that hadn't been ransacked, broke the window and hot wired the truck. Unlocking the doors so that Mike could get in before realizing he would need to stay here with his son. I was suprised when the judge opened the passenger door and sat down. Looking at him for an explanation he just shrugged and said, I wanna know how we handled justice over here." Giving him a wicked smile I spoke, "I'm not handling justice over here one of your's took her, so I'm handling justice over their." To which he looked at me questioningly, " How do you know that for sure, and how do you plan on getting over there?" I answered patiently before returning with my own question, "You heard what he said about their car and how they were dressed, no one here has those kind of resources, and I'm not answering the other question you'll just have to see. But before that are you sure you want to come with me if anyone sees you 'which they most definitely will' you won't be able to go back?" He thought about it for a moment before smiling, " yeah, I'm sure. Who would want to live with a bunch of kidnappers anyway?" I laugh and look at him incredulously, " you do realize there are legitamate murderers over here right?" He just smiled bigger and nodded, "I don't have to worry about that. I had a job before the sides were made, and I keep up on my fitness as you can see." With that he pulled up his shirt to show his abs, and with his other arm flexed his arm muscles. Reaching over while driving I squeezed his bicep, before returning my hand to the wheel, "you should probably do more holding push-ups. Your arms are built for strength only, you need more lean muscle for stamina, but all in all if you fight you should stay alive." He looked at me for a second to figure out if I was lying, "well let me see your muscle then." I obliged and lifted my shirt enough for him to see my toned muscle and then flexed my arm muscles. He did the same squeeze thing I did and scrunched his nose, "I just feel hard muscle." I glanced at him and replied, "exactly, your arm closer to the bone dipped, which is normal, but then when I pushed down it was still relatively soft. Meaning you worked more specifically on strength than balancing strength and stamina." Again he looked at me for a moment, "why didn't you do that for your talent, you 100% would have gotten in 'cause your trash spinning act kinda, well not 'kinda', sucked."
Laughing I glanced at him again, "I'm litteraly driving into the other side right now if I wanted to stay here I would. The only reason I entered the competition was so that I could see what you looked like, you know if you were some pompous old ass, or," pausing I motioned to him, "an attractive guy that didn't make me want to hang myself ." He blushed and cleared his throat, "I'm happy I'm not old and my company doesn't make you want to hang yourself, considering if you did I would be quite lost and minus an---in socially acceptable terminology attractive women that I do not mind as a travel companion. Cutting off the truck after parking in someone's open garage I smiled and leaned into his lap since he had faced me I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, "and what would the not socialy accaptable phrasing of that be. He looked into my eyes before bringing his lips to mine. After a heated moment I pulled away and he seemed to notice that we had in fact stopped, " why are we here?" I leaned back into my seat and smirked, "this is where Mike's daughter is, I've been watching them for a while I just needed to get them in the act." Getting out I pulled the tire iron out from under the seat and looked at him, "when we find her I want you to bring her out here and wait she doesn't need to see how I get even," to lighten the mood I smile, "my name's Nerva by the way." He nods before huffing a laugh with his deep tone, "Jack." After my nod of acknowledgment we head in the unlocked door.
It didn't take long to find the child and her kidnappers. Jack scooped her up without a hesitation before walking out sending me a smile on his way.
