Brains and Brawn: Unite

How it All Began

Drake

I pull my bike into the closest spot to the door. I was in a parking lot in Texas, outside a bar. The bar was packed with other bikers.

I headed over to the bar. I don't usually drink, but I know that I can have a lot without getting drunk. I sat down on a stool, and ordered a water.

The bartender looked surprised but didn't question it. "So what brings you to town?" He asked. His accent was thick, and he had a toothpick in his mouth. He was a couple inches shorter than me, and I am 6 feet even now. He was about 40, but he acted younger. I was about to answer when the door opened and everyone quieted down.

I hope this isn't another bar fight. I wasn't worried for me, I was worried for them. I could tell everyone was looking at the leader of the pack. About 10 guys had walked in, with a big leader in a leather jacket in front. He was about 6' 3" and mean looking. He sat down right next to me. He said, "You've never been in my bar before, have you?" His voice was deep and grouchy, and he didn't have much of an accent. He was white, and had a scruffy beard that was a blonde gray color. He wore sunglasses and his face had a windburn from riding his bike so much. I replied, "You're the owner? How very nice to meet you. You might wanna do something about the smell in here, oh wait. Never mind that's just you." He got an angry look on his face. He growled, "You wanna fight? I will mess you up." I replied cheerily, "Sure! But are you ordering anything? If so pay the check now." He said, "I'll pay it after." "After you won't be able to." He got mad at that. "You wanna do this here, or outside?" I looked at the door.

We headed out and everyone followed. I had a flashback to when Hank tried this. This time this guy had more goons. This should be fun. He put his hands up. I could see that his knuckles were studded on his gloves. "This is your chance out. If you walk away now, you can keep the blood out of your jacket."

He threw a punch. I caught it and sent it back to his side. They all just attacked and I never even threw a strike. I blocked, dodged, and redirected. They all seemed to get tired but I was fine. The leader said, "You can't even fight back!" I struck. Kidney punch, rib punch, and front kick to the chest. He flew back and smashed into the ground. He had bloodstains coming from my strikes. They all stopped. He couldn't get up. I looked around, "Does anyone else want a piece?" They ran, terrified. I got back on my bike and left.

I live in New Hampshire but I travel the country whenever I want. I headed home on my bike. I don't need to fuel it ever. Dan made it. It can go over 200 miles per hour, drop mines, 2 machine guns in the front if necessary, and a rotating one in the back. The metal can reflect bullets and the entire thing changes from bike mode to battle mode. Normally it just is a super fast, unlimited fuel, invincible bike, but when it turns into battle mode its a demon. A glass protective shield closes around me and the guns come out. All I have to do is pull the skull hood ornament and have roughly my weight in the drivers seat.

A spotlight glared down on me as I drove the empty road. I heard the helicopter blades spinning. I swerved to a stop. The helicopter landed about 30 feet away. 4 people, dressed in black suits and carrying pistols hopped out. I didn't expect them to try to kill me due to the meaty machine gun mounted to the helicopter. But I wasn't ruling out violence. A fifth man hopped out, and he was dressed slightly differently.

Instead of sunglasses and dark suits in the middle of the night he had full battle gear on. All black though, and he had multiple weapons including a rifle on his back, dual pistols at his sides, a shotgun strapped to his thigh and a very wicked knife on his opposite calf. I suspected he was the leader.

He stated, "We are a private squad of men hired by a very powerful man. He has given me this letter to give to you." He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. I ripped it open and a letter was inside.

It said, "Hello Drake. Don't worry, I am not going to kill you. I only need your services. I need you to do a task for me. I will explain this task when we meet in person, whether I have you forced to me, or you come by your own accord. In return for your services, I will tell you where Lexi is. If you don't, I will find her and hurt her. These men will take you to me and then you will do the task. Now go, I am waiting."

Below was the same symbol as on the last letter I read, 7 years ago. An arrow, shot through a shield. I wasn't going to come willingly. I crumbled up the letter and dropped it. I could see that he ever so casually drew his shotgun. I didn't know about my odds in a fight here. I have been using Dan's new update of the Fight Bot. I thought about it.

Crack! That was the sound of one of the goon's ribs. All it had took was one kick to the chest. He flew into another goon and they both went down. I grabbed the wrist of the nearest goon and flipped him into his accomplice. I heard something crack and they dropped their guns. I felt the shaft of a gun against my spine.

"Don't move." He said slowly. I spun around fast and he shot. The bullet grazed my ribs and I knocked his weapon from his hands. I kicked one pistol, bending the barrel. The goons were all down, but I still had the letter bearer to deal with. He was my size, and muscular. I expected a good fight out of him. He reached for his other pistol and I kneed it from his hand. Then I grabbed his rifle and bent it over my knee. I rolled back and let him make the next move. I was bleeding near the rib, but other than that I was fine.

He pulled his knife out. It was razor sharp, and fit his hand perfectly. He got into a good stance and spoke. "I don't think my boss will be happy if I kill you." I laughed. "He should be. Because after this I will let you live, only so you can tell him that I will kill him." He lunged. He swung and I blocked. After three seconds I snapped his wrist. He dropped his knife in shock. Boom Boom! 2 kidney punches. I kicked him in the stomach and he clutched his organs in pain. I punched his chest and he flew back in agony. I stood around, looking at what I had done.

I got to Dan's house and let myself in. He had a huge entry room. 2 spiraling staircases emptied into the room, and to the left and right were 20 foot tall arches that led into other rooms. He knew I was here. I haven't spoken to him in 3 years, ever since our argument. He appeared on the balcony 30 feet above. He slowly walked down the spiral stairs and approached me. He was about 5 feet away when he spoke. "Hello Drake."

"Hi Dan"

"Long time no see."

"Indeed." He paused before he next spoke. "Why have you come?"

"Because of this." I tossed him the crumbled letter and explained. "I was on my bike heading down the road and a helicopter stopped me. 5 guys stepped out. 4 had pistols, and the leader had a shotgun, rifle, and 2 pistols. He also had a knife. I fought them and won, but they grazed my ribs with a bullet. I need new gear, more training, and the name and location of this man."

Dan understood. He had finished the letter while I was talking. "Follow." He said. I did.

He brought me to the other end of his mansion. "Live here. I will get everything you need to save Lexi. The newest Fight Bot is in your quarters, and everything is set. You now begin my approach to save Lexi, because yours didn't work."

"I know. Dan you are right." I went inside, and began Dan's way to save Lexi.

It all happened roughly 3 years ago. I had been training super hard, and things were like they used to but we were adults and rich. But no Lexi. I got a letter from her saying that she was still alive. That's all it said. Dan and I both had our own ways to get her back. His was using technology to make me a power house. Mine was search the country. That's the simple version. I started my version, and he perfected his, waiting for the day I realized that he was right.

The entire thing was setup so that I will be able to train to become strong. No one was able to come in or out of my living area. It was a huge operation, but Dan had pulled it off. I have no idea what he was going to do but I know what I will do. I run every morning, then fight all day. I have a strict diet from the food stocks, which is refilled every day. Its all down to an exact science. Now I can become a machine of a man and save Lexi.

Now, it all began.