Blood-Feud

Chapter II - Part 5

A shocked silence had descended by the time the woman now known as Dio had laid the unconscious man back to the floor and stood to look down upon him as Davis realized just how much that she had shown proper restraint by not having kicked him while he was down as he was as sure that she may have been in much the same situation by the men in the jails.

He also wondered if she had managed to pull her punch or had let him have it as full forced as it had appeared from his angle.

Either way, his new partner had once again managed to have found a rather unique way to have impressed him.

"Mind if I ask what it is that you have in your hand?" Brev inquired cautiously when she turned and moved to pass him and the others had he not stepped forward to have blocked her as they looked at each other; one visibly calm while the other clearly exhibited newfound respect of the woman before him.

"In my homeland of New Zealand, we refer to it as a Kiwi tool of attitude adjustment, while here they simply call them brass knuckles." She informed him coolly, "Kiwi's may not be able to fly or enjoy running away from a fight but we can correct a misunderstanding quite effectively when properly motivated to do so."

As quickly as it had appeared, the metal tool had surreptitiously been slipped back into her pocket where it would rest until needed again.

"Will he survive?"

"I pulled and rolled the ... fine tuned adjustment as we were taught, so yes unfortunately he will live to rue another day while his ego may yet be another story altogether."

She held up her now empty hand to show that she had not been injured in any way as well.

"The better question would be are you finished with this man or should we consider further action may be imminent and prepare accordingly."

"You know ..." She offered with a sigh and relieved smile, "I believe that I have reached the point where I no longer consider him quite the son of a bitch that he once was to me, if that were to suffice as an answer to your question?"

With a nod of acceptance, Brev stood to one side as she moved past to join Malenca who also had smiled at her comment and offered a nod of agreement with Brev before she followed Dio down the hall and away from them toward the lift.

Davis moved to stand next to Brev as they looked down upon the man who had caused so much grief for so many and now lay as those otherwise around them would undoubtedly have enjoyed having put him in his proverbial place as he now so eloquently had been.

"And now what do we do with him ...?" Brev posed more out of curiosity than anything else as he clearly was out of his law enforcement element in this particular situation of twisted justice.

"Is section eight still open for business at the fort?"

Brev thought about his question and the implied ramifications that came with it.

"Are you seriously suggesting..."

"You heard the woman, he appears to have had some sort of mental breakdown," Davis offered while he tried his best to remain serious while a smile fought to break out. "Perhaps before we expose medical folks to him for treatment, we really should determine if she was right ... or wrong for say ... three or ... four days of proper observation."

With a resigned sigh and with his nightstick out for proper leverage and support, Brev moved to turn the man over where he weaved the stick through his shackled arms before he looked back up at Davis.

"Well grab hold, if we are to do this before he were to wake up we need to get a move on, now don't we."

Amused at the suggestion that the big man would need help of any sort, Davis moved to take one end of the stick as they lifted Kilgore and unceremoniously carried him while his feet dragged along the floor between them as they moved toward the lift.

"Are you sure we should use the front door?" Brev asked when they had reached the door to the lift.

"Given the narcissistic chaos that this man has so clearly rained down on the people here, I suspect everyone will enjoy the view as we pass given how he is trussed up and properly pummeled as he so clearly and effectively has been accordingly."

When the door opened, the lift operator was initially shocked as the men moved in to join him but smiled when he saw who it was that they had carried with them.

"What happened to that poor ..." He paused as he considered his words carefully given who the man in question clearly was, "... gentleman, if I may ask?"

"He was punched by a woman whom he had mistakenly treated more as a girl than even a lady such as someone of her station should have been." Davis informed him with a smile.

The man nodded. "I certainly hope that the young woman got her licks in for such nonsense."

"Indeed, it only took one to do all that as it turned out." Brev added as all three along with the unconscious Kilgore turned to face the door.

"Mister Schultz ..." Davis asked the operator with some muse, "... if anyone were to ever approach you some day and ask, what would might it be that you would tell them about what you have seen today?"

With the door properly closed and the controls set, the operator simply looked straight ahead with apparent boredom and nonchalance.

"I know nothing, I saw nothing and I most defiantly did not hear anything out of the ordinary much like everyone else who undoubtedly will be far too busy to have noticed should they ever be asked as well."

Brev could only shake his head at the insinuated yet serious humor in the answer.

"Exactly..." Davis replied as stoically as hecould manage, "... what we wanted to hear."