Fairy Tail Furious

Chapter 7

Lucy learned that the Phantom Lord gang had a bar outside of racing. In actuality, Makarov used to be partners with the boss of the particular gang, back in the old days, and Makarov himself had a record. She didn't ask many questions about the old man's past, thinking it was out of her place and rude to ask someone's criminal past and how they came to be. But, going back to present, Makarov knows the boss of the gang, Jose Porla, pretty well.

Since Makarov works for the good guys now as an undercover agent, he left to start his own 'gang' without Jose knowing his true intentions. Since then, the two men had a rocky friendship that affected them and their gangs together. However, since Makarov can still gain access to meet Jose once in a while, after races, for example, he tries to get drivers and people Jose may have picked up from the recruiting races to take back to Fairy Tail, or take them to the station if they don't wish to go with them. Since Jose has no clue that his ex-partner in crime is now working for the police department, rules apply to Makarov to put up the act of being a real gang boss.

Which means money, violence, guns and sometimes drugs gets involved.

With bringing the S-Class drivers along, Natsu explained to her on the drive there, it lets Jose know that Makarov means absolute business and nothing more. It also gives Jose a warning of not to try and attack him for ransom or even kill him (not that Jose would kill Makarov, but there is always the possibility). And, from Jose knowing that Makarov has his S-Class with him, he believes that Makarov is still on the street's side.

It also gives him a little scare, Natsu added too, but Lucy didn't want to think about that.

The bar was on the low-run part of the city, but close enough for people on the more glamorous side to come over if they wanted to. It was a brick building with two stories, and small windows that probably didn't open on the first floor. A neon-lighted sign hung on the outside, spelling out Phantom Lord with a purple design of a half circle with a tail and a dot above it. The door to enter and exit was just a large, black metal door with a slot window, reminding of Lucy of those cells in asylum films that let the doctor look in to check on the insane patient.

The parking lot was made of dirty and was empty, since the time of day would not have as many drinkers lingering around with the sun out. The little team went straight to the door and it was Erza who pounded on the steel door with her knuckles, sounding like thunder clapping to Lucy's ears.

The slot ripped open and green eyes glared out to see the visitors. Looking down to see Makarov waving with the utmost friendly smile on his face, the eyes blinked before sighing in relief.

"Boze, let us in, boy. I'm dying out here!" the old man screeched before taking his hat off and fanning his face with it, his brows raising out of the hiding spots of his sunglasses. "It's a scorcher out here today!"

"Yes, Master Makarov," the man, Boze said before slapping the slot shut and opening the heavy door for them. The dark-skinned man bowed to Makarov in greeting before smiling to him. "It's been a while, sir. It's nice to see you doing well, as usual."

"You've gotten taller again, Boze boy," Makarov looked up to the bouncer as he walked inside, his group following.

Lucy held on to Natsu's shirt as he led her inside, letting him guide her through the door and into the eerily quiet bar. Boze didn't give Lucy a second glance as he shut the door and latched it tight, thankfully, and was instantly led to a corner booth; Erza already took her seat and Gray was sitting on the edge, so Natsu let Lucy inside the booth first to sit next to Erza and he would take the other end. Lucy fidgeted under the table, and Erza noticed with a soft smile, trying to give her reassurance.

Makarov stayed standing, turning over to where the bar stood at the other end of the large room and a man was shining a glass with a rag. "Totomaruuu," he called over to the bartender, who blinked at the call of his name. "Here for my appointment with the jackass. Did he remember the good drinks this time?"