Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Twenty Two - Blacksmith

"Multiple shots and that goddamn monster. I have no idea where they're coming from. No. And our outside perimeter's not gonna--"

Frank fires, once, and the guy goes down, groaning for air. The ship is huge. One shot to the eye and the man is dead. Evren follows Frank, gasoline jugs in each of her hands. She sniffs, wandering over to a bunch of crates, raising her brow.

"Well, I was right about the boat being Blacksmith's way of transporting his drugs." She cracks the lid off of one of the crates, nails popping free or snapping in half. Frank wanders towards her, eyebrows drawn. He grabs one of the neatly wrapped bags of drugs- cocaine or heroin, Evren doesn't care which it is- huffs, and drops it back into place. She hands him a jug of gasoline, moving to another pile of boxes. "We'll have to wait to set this all off until I'm off the boat."

"Yeah."

"You're the best guy to have a conversation with, Frank."

'Matt's here.'

She peers up, spotting him dropping onto a grey shipping container, then sprint down the side. She keeps pouring the gas, and Frank starts moving away to make lazy circles all over the deck. She follows his lead. Wrapping her hands around the locked doors of a shipping container, she rips them towards her. The metal creaks and breaks. Bags of drugs fall onto her feet, bags ripping open.

"You still here, chickenshit?" Frank calls, across the ship, and Evren rolls her eyes, flinging some gas into the container before moving away. "It's just you and me, now. You hiding? Huh, you afraid?"

A gunshot- a pistol. She can hear Frank scoop up a gun, bigger and heavier, and return fire. Evren sighs. Dropping the can, she moves around, nodding to Frank, pulling open the door and walking inside with stony indifference.

'We're badass.'

"Agreed." She mutters, shuffling forward, Frank following with his weapon raised. The door shuts behind them. He lowers the gun at the sight of the table in the middle of the room- more bags of drugs, and everything else needed for them. While she surveys the table, even going as far as to poke at it, he kicks open a door, growls, then moves on to the next, pushing himself into the corner, gun raised, and pushing it open.

The man inside fires, shuffling to the side. Rot leaps over her skin, pushing Frank to the side and entering the room. The man runs out of bullets that hit their skin and drop to the ground, flat and broken.

"Looks like you're all out." Frank says, twisting around. "That's all you got, huh?"

The man slams the gun on the table beside him. "The cash, the shit... Just take it. Take it all."

Frank moves around them, gun raised. Rot crosses their arms. "What do you think's gonna happen, huh?"

"Please--"

"You think you're gonna talk your way out of this shit?" Frank snarls, and fires. The bullet goes through the mans shoulder, and he drops to the ground, groaning. Frank drops the big gun, pulling out a pistol, instead. "I've been looking for you." He kicks the mans leg. "You're the Blacksmith. Say it."

"God, I don't wanna die!"

Frank shoots his leg, and he screams. Lowering himself, Frank shoves the gun to his face. "Say it. I want you to tell me. Say, 'I'm the Blacksmith.'"

Outside, Matt races across the shipping containers, footsteps loud. Rot tilts their head. Matt drops to the ground and races towards them.

'Red's here.'

"Say 'I'm the Blacksmith.'" Frank reiterates, gun poking against the mans face. "'I killed your wife.' Say it. Say, 'I killed your children.'" Frank leans forward, voice nothing but a hiss. "You feel me?"