The Eras Of Michael Jackson: Brotherhood

Chapter 4: All Too Dangerous

The trio rested up at one of their safe houses in a secluded area of the city. After getting refreshed with some new clothes and patching up the injuries from last night, they were ready to get on the road again. Bad was never a morning person, but he was elated to see the sunshine.

He joined Smooth and Thriller in the kitchen and sat on one of the barstools as he dialed back home.

Michael's voice was still groggy and low, but it had more life in it compared to last night. "Hey, what's going on?"

"How are you holding up, old man?"

"Better than last night, I can actually walk across my room now. But I still can't go downstairs without feeling dizzy."

"I should have left you in one of the rooms downstairs, how are you able to eat?"

"The maids help me out, so I'm okay in that department."

"Have them move you downstairs so you can be able to eat whenever you can."

"I'll let them know. How's Thriller?"

Bad glances over. "He's back to normal."

"Put me on speaker."

Bad sets his cell phone down on the counter and takes it off private.

"Alright guys, I've been checking the news and I found out that Dangerous is flying in today around 8 o'clock tonight. You should find him at the Palmetto International airport, from there you'll know what to do."

"Sure thing." Thriller chimed.

"Alright, after you get him, give me a call. I'll keep looking around to see if I have any leads on the others."

"Okay, we'll keep in touch." Smooth affirmed.

Bad ended the call as he placed his phone back in his pocket. "So shall we get this thing rolling?"

"We have about nine hours to kill. We could grab something to eat." Smooth suggested.

"Sounds like a plan, plus the drive back into the mainland of the city will burn an hour or two." Thriller added.

"Let's go then."

Driving back into the city, the trio finally settled in at one of their favorite restaurants, they sat upstairs in a secluded section away from the other patrons. Although it was barely anyone in there, one sight of either of them would still cause a commotion with the public.

"So Thriller, how have you been lately?" Smooth picked at his plate.

"Obviously resting, you forget about last night already?" Bad remarked.

Smooth rolled his eyes. "Before that, obviously."

"Well like Bad said, resting. I've been mostly working on controlling my power, it's been a hard time too. That's the longest I've been resting since you guys came along and woke me up."

Bad raises an eyebrow. "Overexertion?"

"Yeah, I actually put myself into a coma! I guess that's why the guys put me back in the coffin. I tried to fight against it, but I was too weak to overpower them."

"That also probably explains why they were so hostile towards us." Smooth took a sip of his drink.

"They meant well, they were just trying to protect me. Luckily I was able to wake up in time before it really got out of hand. Enough about me, what's been going on with you two?"

"I've been helping Nina out around the club, it's been pretty quiet there mostly, now that our old problem has been laid to rest." Smooth picked at his plate.