Tfrid humans

So many parts

That morning Denny was fixing up a car with Fixit after picking him up. It seemed to be the only thing that could keep him content. "You doing okay over there, bud?" He asked, swinging the care door to ensure he attached it correctly as Fixit fixed the motor. "*d-doop—* yes. I told you I like this kind of stuff." Fixit replied. "You know what I mean," Denny said soothingly. Fixit shook his head. "I told you I'll be fine," he replied, closing the hood, "it's *doop* it's fixed."

Denny smiled and thanked him, starting the car once to make sure it ran smoothly. "Hey dad!" Russel came running to the men, "there's some dude who wants to ask you something." Denny looked confused. "Some dude?" He tried confirming. Russel pointed at a broad man approaching them with two teenage boys following close behind. One seemed to have a bit more of a tan and the other had dyed red hair. "Are you 'Denny'?" The broad man asked. "Yes? You folks need something?" He asked. "My personal Auto-repairman is out of town and ironically the other shops are closed today because of "read across America Day" or something of the like" the man replied. Denny stood. "Yeah, I fix cars!" He smiled as he stood, catching the man's name as "drift" as they walked out to his car.

Fixit watched them. He felt like he saw this guy somewhere before... he thought he remembered him from somewhere. He thought and thought then remembered. A while back, that face was the face of some samurai who had someone in cuffs. He had to have been a bounty hunter.

It took a while before Denny came back. "Hey did you catch his number?" Fixit asked. "Yeah, why?" Denny looked at him while wiping some grease off his hands.

"No reason."

[that evening: Friday]

"THEY'RE DEAD?!" Steeljaw roared at Clampdown. "S-sorry boss... that's all the dirt I could get about their family." Clampdown stammered.

"How did two rich boys come from a POOR, MENTALLY ILL, and DEAD family and end up HERE?!"

"W-well maybe family?" Clampdown suggested. Steeljaw froze. His aura becoming slightly unstable around him. "Yes... find the extended family," He commanded, leaning close enough for Clampdown to smell his cologne. "Now it now!"

[the next day: Sunday]

Grimlock had never felt more bored. Still yet he somehow found himself updating whole paragraphs on his "company" website. He always wanted to become a gym owner, but he never thought it would be so much work. So much writing about this program and that program and this new one and this discontinued one. This new location and that one guy who cannot come back into either of the two locations because he kept jacking— wait what was that? Grimlock looked closer at one of the ads that popped up on the website. It's was a dating app which advertised a 80% match rate. Grimlock hummed to himself, looking back at his work and remembering how lonely that one dude had to be to be legally filed as a sex offender. Grimlock shook. He didn't want to become that guy.

He decided to finish up as fast as he could (which wasn't much but he also wasn't much of a writer). He checked his phone. No dating apps, but he did have Pinterest (to advertise the gym and its two locations), his photos app, his weather app (to make sure when he couldn't open), his clock app, and other apps either for his career or finances, no dating apps. Hell, not a lot of games or social media either. He glanced at his computer screen. The add was still up. He typed the title of the app into his App Store, it was easy to get and once it downloaded he just had to fill in some information.

Name: Ricardo Grimlock

Race: African-American

Personal and emotional strengths: super strong, boxer, loving

Special Skills/fun facts: lift heavy stuffs, fight ppl

Profession: gym owner

Preference:

Grimlock paused for preference. He thought, what kind of people did he like? He looked through the drops down menu which had three options: Gay, Bi, Straight. Oh. That kind of preference. He clocked on the bi option. After that was a bio to fill out, then he was done. Is he just had to wait for people to see him.

[later that day: Sunday]

Airazor leaned against an ally wall. It was right next to the "grocery store" where he was "still looking for what was on the list". The truth was, he already got back, and was sitting outside the smoke and glass store, vaping up a new cartridge. His phone buzzed. He rolled his eyes when he checked it. He opened the snap chat notification, it read "GET HER NO" He was confused but scared. Maybe just a typo? The picture was blurry, and in the corner of the screen, maybe, hopefully not, but maybe that was blood. That was from his brother.

He nearly dropped his phone, pushing it into his pocket as he raced home. Maybe ten minutes passed till he had ran into the neat glass door to their building. He pushed it open with a scowl from a woman passing by. By the time he got up to his floor and his room, he was an out-of-breath, sweaty mess. He looked up.

The door was broken in, literally. Jetstorm sat by the room, bruised and panting. "THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" Airazor screamed, punching the wall above his head. "Ch-chill out!" Jetstorm coughed.

"No! Where is my family?!"

The teen before him groaned as he stood. "Some guys took them. They broke in and I tried to stop him."

"Who?! And what about your dad and brother?! Where are they?!"

"Dojo. New kids joined." Was Jet's simple reply. Airazor took a deep breath. "Who took them?" He asked. Fist clenched in a tight ball.

"Tall, skinny guy. Kinda red-ish, had these little goons working for him."

Airazor sighed. "That narrows it down basically none."

"Well..." Jet thought. "He had this slicked back hairdo... oh and an Australian accent!"

"Better." Airazor growled. "Now let's go find your dad."

#At Steeljaws base

A woman, olive toned with a strange look in her eyes watched DiveBomb and Fracture. Both tied in chairs. "Why are we here?" Fracture growled. "QUIET!" The woman yelled as she stood up to approach them. "Fuck off!" Divebonb snarled.

The door on the other side of the room opened as a tall figure walked through.

"Sorry for the inconvenience..."