How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 28 - Bring them back

A/N: Literally had no idea for the title.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Dave asked Joe when they came back to the headquarters. Ben laid you down on a couch, then turned to face Joe who was standing in front of the table in the center of the room.

"You said Patrick and Joe were in New York, right?" Joe turned to Isaac and he nodded his head. "Then let's go there and bring them back," He commanded, walking away with Dave and Isaac following him.

"No," Ben spoke up, bringing his friends' attention to him, "We're not just going to bring them back. I've had enough of the Syndicate, of the breaking news saying that people died in a demonstration because it became a riot, when it's actually the Syndicate's fault that they died. And I fucking miss music. I miss playing drums with you guys and I miss listening to the couple hundreds of records I owned." He looked down at his feet then back up at them. "So we're not just going to bring them back. We're gonna go there and take down the Syndicate."

"But we have no chance against them," Joe retorted.

Ben scoffed. "Are you kidding me? You're the one who - for months, and even years - told us to keep fighting and to keep looking for them to bring back music. But now that we actually know where they are, you're giving up?"

"Listen," Joe started and stepped closer to his friend, "It's become way too dangerous. Of course I want music back, but...I don't want us to get killed. Let's just wait until the government realize what the Syndicate's doing. They'll stop them."

"You know just like me this is never going to happen." He looked at Joe in the eyes. "I'm going to New York; I'll find Patrick and Joe and end those bastards. Stay with Y/N, I don't want anything to happen to her." He then walked to the threshold and stopped in front of Isaac and Dave. "Are you coming with me?"

Isaac took a last glance at Joe before putting his hand on Ben's shoulder and walking away with him and Dave, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.

The three men got in the car and Ben started the engine. "Let's go to New York City," He said, driving away.

"Wait, we're going with the car?" Dave inquired from the backseat.

"You really thought I was going to drive thirteen hours and during the night? Hell no," He replied, glancing back over his shoulder at his friend, "We're going to the airport."

"What about the guns?" Isaac spoke up, "We need them if we want to stop the Syndicate."

"Fuck," Ben cursed under his breath, "You're right." He looked at the road for a few seconds, not saying a word. "We're not taking them."

Dave's eyes widened. "Are you crazy or what? You saw what happened not even an hour ago. We almost got killed, and we had guns. Imagine what will happen without them!" He exclaimed.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" He said, looking at Dave through the rearview mirror, "We'll find Patrick and Joe. They probably got guns or something when they escaped that Syndicate outpost, or whatever they were kept in."

After driving for thirty minutes, they finally arrived to the airport. They got the first plane to New York and arrived at six in the morning, then rented a car and drove to the suburb of New York.

"Park there," Isaac commanded, pointing at a pharmacy, "I have the worst headache ever; I need to take something."

Ben parked the car in front of the small building and all three of them got out of the vehicle, entering the pharmacy. They walked to the counter and waited for the pharmacist to come. After a few seconds, a man appeared in front of them and put a box of suture threads on the counter. He looked up at the three men in front of him, his eyes almost closing by themselves. "How can I help you?" He breathed out, tiredness really visible in his voice and appearance.

"We need something for headaches, preferably something strong," Isaac replied. The man disappeared to the back of the store once again.

"So, how are we supposed to find Joe and Patrick now?" Dave asked, leaning on the counter.

At the mention of their names, a guy that was standing in one of the aisles, looking at the shelves, shot his head up, his hood hiding his face as he almost dropped the bottles of medical alcohol and pain killer on the ground. Before Ben could answer, he made his way to the counter and dropped his items on it, bringing the three men's attention on him. "I know where you can find them."