The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Fight for Real

Sentinel

Twisting Gears Mechanical

Laine, Oklahoma, USA

December 5th, 2019

The inside of the mechanic shop looked like pretty much every other mechanic shop that Sentinel had ever seen. The room he and Fang were rushing into was a waiting room full of old chairs, a coffee table littered with magazines, and a tv showing the local news. On the left side of the room a stairwell going up, presumable where Chesyr was at, and a door that said "restroom" on it. On the right was the front desk, with computer on top and a metal door leading to the garage. Behind the desk was a left turn leading to who-knew-where.

Unlike every other mechanic shop Sentinel had seen, this one had several people doing drugs in the chairs, others sitting there obviously high, and a couple counting money. The pistols sitting on the coffee table also seemed out of place.

Sentinel took it all in at once as time slowed down. He could practically feel the adrenaline being pushed into his system as he moved left. People were just starting to react to them throwing open the door, with two of them dropping the money in their hands and reaching for the guns, and the others just starting to turn towards them. 

Fang reacted quicker than Sentinel, taking two steps forward and kicking the lip of the table, flipping it and sending the guns flying. He followed up by crossing the room and kicking the door to the garage just as it started to open. Somebody screamed from the other side.

The man behind the counter pulled up a shotgun, and Sentinel felt a shiver run down his spine. Not about the shotgun, since Fang was already too close for the man to get a shot off. The shiver wasn't even about what Fang was about to do to the man. No, the shiver was because Fang was smiling, clearly enjoying what was going on. Had he been hoping for resistance?

"Sentinel, duck!" Oracle's voice shouted into his ear. He didn't hesitate, immediately dropping to one knee. He heard the whiff of a baseball bat going over his head and wondered when that guy had come up behind him. He had been so distracted watching Fang work that he hadn't kept himself aware of everything going on around him.

As the man began to turn around, already lifting the bat up for another swing, Sentinel remembered training with Ranger, and a move that'd be perfect here.

I wouldn't even bother trying it on Fang or myself, Ranger had said. No fighter worth their salt will leave themselves open to it, but it'll shock you how many people won't see it coming.

Sentinel pushed upward with his legs, straightening up with an uppercut directly to the jaw of his opponent. His fist connected squarely, pain lancing up his arm, and he felt something in the man's jaw crack. The man who had attacked him left his feet and crashed to the floor.

"Nobody move!" Fang yelled, stepping up next to him with the shotgun in his hand. A quick glance behind them showed didn't reveal the gun's previous owner. The man Sentinel had knocked down got onto his hands and knees, and Fang kicked him in the ribs hard enough that he slid across the floor. "Sentinel, collect their weapons."

Sentinel went around the room, grabbing up every weapon he saw. He had just set them all on the front counter next to Fang when Vyper and Ranger came through the door to the garage.

"Took you guys long enough." Fang bumped Ranger. "You missed our new recruits first bit of combat."

"Well sor-ry" Vyper said, rocking his neck from side to side with several loud cracks. "While you two had a bunch of addicts to deal with, we had actual workers who didn't take too kindly to us busting in."