V3 Chapter 19 - New York and New encounters

As we rested at my house Grandpa arrived an hour later and I properly introduced her and grandfather.

Seeing him still getting disgruntled I couldn't help but ask

"Okay, at least tell me why are you displeased at her?"

"I am not displeased,"

he said in an irate voice.

"Really?"

I asked raising an eyebrow.

'I believe you, just as much I believe milk is green.'

"Fine, I am a little displeased but not because of her but because of her surname."

Grandpa said the truth resignedly.

"Rand? What's the problem with it?"

'The future you didn't care much about Danny's surname.'

"You do remember about the financial crisis I suffered before your Grandma helped me start my business, right?" asked Grandpa

"Yes, I remember the story." (Ryan)

'How you went from the family breadwinner to Grandma's subordinate.'

"Well, the company I was fired from was Rand Shipping Co.!"

He said with indignation.

"Really!?"

I asked surprised.

"Yeah, the CEO at that time was Orson Randall." He told us.

"That's Wendell's adopted father." chimed in Aunt Heather.

"Well, it's a small world." (Ryan)

"I am sorry about what happened to you." Aunt Heather said apologetically.

"Oh, don't be, my life only got better after I left that job so I am not mad or anything, I just feel a little annoyed at the name."

Grandpa said shaking his head with a smile at her.

'I believe that.'

"Yes, Mr David." (Heather Rand)

"Okay."

"So what kind of new identity do you want, Aunt Heather?"

I turned to her and asked.

"Why do you want a new identity?"

Grandpa asked both of us.

"Well-

So I told Grandpa the story of Harold Meachum

"I will help you, count me in!" He said excitedly.

"Why are you excited?" I asked

"My layoff letter was signed by a 'Bernard Meachum', he ordered the whole layoff, it was his idea." 

He said with a serious face.

"Now, you are just being petty."(Ryan)

'Isn't that too much, you don't even care about the layoff.'

"I am, what are you gonna do about it?" Grandpa asked without backing down.

"Fine, do as you please. You guys can decide on the whole identity thing, I will go and make a few calls and book a flight to New York for myself."

I said as I got up to go out.

"Go go, get out, Heather can stay here till her documents get ready while she and I make some plans to grind some Meachum scum." (David Angelo)

"Pfft."

"You purposely tried to rhyme didn't you." I asked while holding my laugh

"GET OUT ALREADY, boy." (David Angelo)

"Tch, I am leaving, henpecked old man." (Ryan)

"YOU-" (David Angelo)

/SLAM/

And I shut the door behind me before he could say anything else.

I took a walk around the neighbourhood made a call to Uncle Raghu to book a flight asked about the company, and found no problems.

'It looks like Grandpa and Uncle Raghu dealt with everything there.'

"Now then let's just laze around for the day." I said to myself.

The next morning before I left for New York, Grandpa and Aunt Heather became Best friends with Grandpa now being Uncle David, but I also saw Aunt Rand giving me weird stares and Grandpa not looking me in the eyes.

Though, I don't know exactly what happened, I knew Grandpa said something he shouldn't have as he was trying to avoid eye contact

The next day I reached my home in New York City, and damn, the air quality felt bad.

I entered the house and since it was Sunday I was greeted by the sight of Sasha playing with Mom and Grandma while Dad was making dinner in the kitchen.

"I am back." I said with a smile.

Mom and Grandma turned to look at me and after giving me a look over they turned their attention back to Sasha, who jumped up when she saw me and came to hug my leg, while Dad just ignored me altogether.

"Brother, where did you go?" asked Sasha as she looked up at me.

'Ah, such an angel.'

"I went to beat the bad guys and save people."

I told her as I made a punching motion with my hand

"Like with me." she asked

"Yes." (Ryan)

"Ryan go wash and have dinner, after that, we will talk about your adventure."

said Mom interrupting me while Grandma just gave me an amused smile.

'I will have to ask her about that Ancient One sometime.'

"Fine," I said I bent down to pick up Sasha and did a few spins while holding her and she laughed as I put her down.

'At least someone welcomed me back.'

The night passed peacefully and as I was still suffering from jetlag we decided to talk tomorrow.

The next afternoon I was walking by one of the alleys when returning home from Bryant Park after meeting Uncle Raghu,-

Oh, you asked where I live?

I live in the Murray Hill area of New York, now where was I? Ah yes.

- as I was returning home I heard some threatening voices from the alleyway, now normally I would do nothing and be on my way but I  don't know why I decided to check it out.

I peeked inside and saw three amateurs (better than the ones in Nepal but still amateurs) wannabe gangsters surrounding a blind guy and one of them was threatening him with a knife.

Stupid ass amateurs, if you take a knife in front of a blind guy, what is the use, he won't feel fear cuz he can't even see it and if you accidentally hurt him badly or kill him you go to jail because of stupidity, so amateurish.

"Stupid punks."

I muttered and it looked like the blind guy heard me as he turned to look in my direction, which in turn caused others to look at me.

Seeing that I was exposed I walked out and said

"What are you stupid punks doing? Let that guy go."

"Boy, did you just call me stupid?" (Punk Trio head/the one holding knife)

'Is that the point?!'

"Yeah, I mean you are stupid for threatening that guy with a knife."

I said as I pointed to the blind man.

"Why, is he some big shot?" (Punk no 2)

"No man, look at the stick in his hand, he is blind!" I said

"So what?"(Punk trio head)

I looked at them and it looked like his two friends understood.

"Idiot, since he is blind, he can't see your knife so it's useless to scare him with it and if you accidentally hurt or kill him, the bam, you have police chasing you, know thy I called you stupid now?"(Punk trio head)

He turned behind and looked at his friends and they were looking at him weirdly, even the blind guy was amused as he smiled.

His embarrassment turned into anger as he pointed the knife at me

"Even if he isn't afraid, you should be!" (Punk trio head)

"Of you, no, I am more afraid of your stupidity, it might be contagious. God, just imagining myself acting like you gives me the chills." I said as I rubbed my arms

"You brat."

He shouted angrily as he ran towards me with a knife in his hand.

I saw him coming towards me and from the corner of my eyes, I saw the blind man move and his companions get in the way.

As he ran towards me he swung his knife diagonally, I sidestepped to avoid it and punched him in the nuts, it was justified self-defence.

His knife fell out of his hand and he fell to the ground, curled up like a prawn and whimpering like I killed him.

'Come on, man, I didn't even punch that hard.'

I turned to look towards the blind man and saw he was standing there with the other two men out cold on the ground.