3 Ch.3 Meeting the locals and having a drink.

- New York City, Hotel Red Stork, Cain's room-

After yesterdays run, I went to rest back to the hotel. The morning came, time to check out my loot. Several handguns, automatic rifles, shotguns, sniper rifle and frag grenades with several boxes of ammo. As well some bulletproof vests and guards.

Some of the guns were a bit outdated, a couple of years old and not in standard use.

Probably for it to be impossible to trace the owner. As for the rest, nothing of military grade, mostly for civil service. Like police standard equipment from the handguns to police shotguns.

I think to take the best for my own use.

2 Springfield Range Officer(15shots*9mm)

SPAS-12 Pump action shotgun (5shots*12GA)

Best for close contact.

And a Springfield 1903A4 Bolt action rifle (30 point calibre good for penetrating light armour) remaining guns I can store for later use or sell to a collector.

But questions arose from this.

Why are they using outdated weapons, with the Kingpins connections it would be easy to get military grade level weapons or they need to get their own personal weapons so that Kingpin will not be threatened by a possible cup?

I think it would be safe to get some information about this.

Next, I checked my inventory of the bodies I have stored. I took all the valuables and electronic for a side project.

Then I noticed something.

The bodies bite marks are gone and the bodies are still warm.

"Vlad why the bodies have no marks of feeding? And, should I be concerned about the possibility of them coming from the dead?" I asked while checking out any life signs.

Vlad assured me that I had not yet gotten the ability to turn humans to vampires. As for the traces of feeding, it heals because of my saliva so to hide the deeds of my feeding. To which I am a bit grateful. At least the cause of death would be undetermined blood loss. And the inventory stores the items out of time and space so it does not obey the law of the universe.

It didn't take long for me to ask an important question which hasn't been an issue before.

"As far as I can remember, the action of feeding can result in the prey to feel pleasure. So why I don't have such an effect?"

To which Vlad explained that it was put on the BPShop by Mary. In my confusion, Vlad gave me a small mental trauma.

"Imagine you are fighting with Loki and in the process, you get close enough to get a bite. As you hold the demigod, he starts to fight back. But every second, he loses his strength. And starts to fidget and slightly moan. His face rubbing against your hair and in a small whispering voice, he says." I am a gg-god, and I wwwi-ll not."

And the petals fall for the God of Mischief. To make it worse, Thor is watching on the sidelines with tearing eyes. "Brother."

The mental image will not be easy to get rid of. Vlad chuckled in a few words. "You are a creature of the night, not the pervert of tonight's episode of crime watch."

I have to admit I was a bit hasty to not look over the shops stock. I will have to pay better attention to details.

After the finish arranging the ammo in magazines for use during a fight and checking out the shop, it's was evening. I have been using this room for too long, and I have to find a new place for living.

But for that, I have money, but not any documents of identity. So for tonight, I'm not going as the new Yakuza enforcer but as Cain.

First stop, the Bar with no name.

-NY, The bar with no name -

On a side alley between apartments for rent. Near the end of the alleyway, there is a simple green door, made of steel. The only thing you can see from the street is the door and a small light on top of the door. The door leading to the most dangerous place for anyone who wants to stay out of trouble.

And the place where I will have a chance to get some useful Intel.

I had paid the taxi driver, who once he got his money drive like the end is near. As I moved into the alley I could feel that I was being watched. It did not take long for me to get to the door. Once I knocked, the doors small eyehole open and a voice in a rough voice asked. "What do you want?"

It was good to know that for you to get in you needed to have a small token with a smaller chip that gives you access to the establishment and the service it provides.

Unfortunately, I don't have it.

For that reason alone I was going to be killed in the first minute of opening my mouth.

If I didn't know the code phrase.

"I'm looking for a platypus with a hint of cinnamon," I said in a calm manner.

The person behind the door started for a moment and then opened up the door. I walked in and was directed to go down the stairs, to which I complied.

Going lower I was met with an entourage of several people who were armed. Until a person stepped out of the group.

"Aren't you too young to be here. Honestly, why do we pay him to guard the door? The kid might know something beat it out of him and dispose of him afterwards." Said the leader of the group.

Once that said, I moved from my position to the point where my hand was able to get a hold of the person's neck and started to slowly choke him and as he was trying to get away I grumbled.

"Do I really need to kill him to get processed or are you satisfied with this little shared." From a side door, a girl of African descent came out and bowed to me polity."We apologize for the misunderstanding, which was our first time in a long time, to not properly great you."

I released the person and followed the girl through the door.

There was a small desk with two chairs and a laptop. Once in, I sat down and waited for the girl to do the same. The first thing that I got asked was, who referred me to this place.

To this, I answered with silence.

The next thing I had to do was signed a contract for not disclose any happening that I will be having with the establishment. That was the legal part. After that, I was informed of the rules of the establishment.

No infighting on the premise.

No assassination attempts on premise.

And if you make a deal, honer It or else.

Vlad asked why the theatrics?

To that was a simple answer. It was a good way to get them to play nice. If you are running a business that is catered to criminal elements, there is a possibility of it blowing up between the patrons. So the bar outsourced a criminal syndicate to oversee the peace.

And it works, if you make a deal with a patron of the bar and you had the token you would have no problem with double cross or other problem. Of course, it works both ways.

But in the city, this place was a neutral zone where you can find jobs and muscle and do negotiations without fear of being backstabbed.

After that, I was asked to remove my glass and take a picture of my face. This scared the girl as she was starting in my glowing eyes.

"You know that it's impolite to stare." I gave her a light chuckle.

The girl was a bit startled but regained her composure after a moment. The last thing I had to do was to provide a modest payment of 50,000$ for the paperwork and the token.

Which I already had prepared in my side pocket. Reaching to the side I took out a nice stack of money and pasted the money to the girl. She checked the money and gave me a node of approval. She finished with inputting information on the laptop and gave me a small token. The Token was a small square with a red stone on a metallic base, simple and easy to carry. After that, I have been given instruction to go back up the stairs and show the token to the guard and he will let me in the bar.

As I left the room the guy who I was strangling stepped out of the way and apologized for the rude behaviour. I could see the fear in his eyes and simply stated that no harm is done and forgave him.

Moving up I could hear them talking about me."Did you see his eyes that's not natural?"Then another replied."Fuck the eyes, he nearly cracked Franks' throat with one hand and he was smiling like he was playing with a hamster. I'm telling you, that there are more freaks coming out of hiding. Like that spider guy who banged up Toni."

As much as I love to listen to the conversation about me, I still have a task at hand.

Once up, I showded the token to the guard and he pressed a button on the side of a wall that reveals a hidden door. As I went into the room the guard with a smile added. "Welcome to the bar with no name"

The room was large and spacious. Looking up to the ceiling you could see that there are at least 3 floors and the lower floor was the bar.

With a standard bartenders desk with several patrons drinking and talking amongst themselves and on the sides of the room several couch tables for privacy and quiet.

In the middle was a simple pool table and an air hockey table.

It didn't take long for the bar to become silent.

Especially if you see a new customer with my locks and eyes that glow in the dark lithed room.

I started to move on to the bar and observe the people who were looking at me. Some of whom I recognized as Shocker in his yellow suit, Rhino with a grey trench coat and a hat that machetes and Bullseye with a black eye holding a cold compress. (The only one who has a tattoo of a bullseye on his forehead)

Once at the bar table, I waited to be served.

"So, shiny eyes watts your story?" Rhino asked while drinking a large glass of beer. "Came to get some clean papers and meet the locals," I answered while observing Rhino.

"Ha, you came to the right place! But the real question is do you have enough money for it."

To this Shocker join the conversation.

"Why do you need to know about his finance are you planning to get married. On the other hand, you do look good in white thanks to the web crawler." While this made the Rhino a bit angry it was nothing compared to Bullseye throwing an empty mug and smashing it against the wall. "What's up with him?"

I asked in curiosity.

"He got beaten by a kid in his PJs and stuck on a flag pole until his guys who were nearby saved him."Shocker snickers with the answer.

"He was everywhere, jumping left and right, couldn't get a shot at his annoying mug and don't start with his webs, the stains on my clothes don't come off," Bullseye told with anger in his eye.

Finally, the bartender came to serve me. I showded the token and asked for a forger for clean paper, and ordered a drink, the expensive one for me as well for Rhino and Bullseye. A Dalmore 65(215.000$ per bottle) was put on the table, and the bartender pored 2 glass and one mug for Rhino. As I paid for the drinks that were 20.000$ per glass all in total 80.000$. Too bad, I couldn't enjoy the drink because of the metabolism. But I think that there was a skill for that. Need to check out later.

They were happy to get a free drink especially if it was the good stuff, but Shocker wasn't happy with the treatment.

"Why is it that I didn't get too, that's not very neighbourly of you."

"Well, you were making fun of their trouble with a kid, you are not gotten into a fight with."

I told him that, and I could hear snickering coming from my new drinking bodies.

"Well, when I get the chance, I'll show you how to take care of spiders." To which we all gave sarcastic remarks.

We had a great time and chatted about the happenings in the City, especially the upcoming meeting between Kingpins men and the Yakuzas.

I got a business card from Rhino and Bullseye in case I need muscle or a job for them to do.

Usually, those who have a token are the bosses with a need for people and I just had showded that I have money to pay.

Then I got informed that the forger is ready to see me and I was expected to go upstairs to room number 4.

Once in, I got greeted by an elderly couple who were preparing a camera, laptop and a strange black box with several other extensions.

It took me a long time to finish the process of making a new identity, but it was going to be worth it. And the best part was that I was going to get it done tonight and get a passport with a fine financial history, but it will take some time for making a birth certificate and a stable backstory of my life.

While they were going through the printing and adjusting any additional information about me, I got to know the couple better.

Miss & Mister Tompson were a sweet couple who have been in the business since the Vietnam War when they were in the business of making discharge papers and other documents of value. Despite their age, they have been doing quite good adapting to the new age of technology. After the finish, touches it was time to check out my ID.

The new ID was greatly made with a few other details. Included my last name, Williams. Age 16 this surprised the couple because I didn't look so young, around 20 or 23 but it did give way to make me an orphan of the state. With a few extras, like a guardian which was another alias, I could use in some cases.

Caine Williams sounds nice. After that, I paid and prepared to leave the bar. I didn't have anything to do so I walked back to the hotel.

It's a nice night for a walk in the city, except for the fact that there are a couple of people who are following me. And not being subtle about it.

Well, I guess I should take care of them.

I walked in a side alley where nobody would disturb us. And waited for them. They were quick to notice that I have been aware of them and they started to run around me to stop me from getting away.

"So, how can I help you guys?" I asked with an innocent smile.

"Shut up, give us your money and you will not be hurt, much" in a rough tone while pointing a gun at my face.

"Well, sorry guys I don't do charity at the moment, and should you be doing this, I think that the establishment will not be happy with this," I asked with curiosity.

But before he could give me an answer. I charged into him and he fumbled his gun, which I was quick to grab and discharge 2 shots into his knee and his foot.

I unloaded the clip in the rest of his friends, of course, nonlethal, because I want to send a message that it is not healthy to mess with me. They were hit in the shoulders, arms and foot.

I gave a cold stare at the first guy who had aimed at me and said.

"If you want to get an early retirement go ahead and attack me or GET OUT OF MY WAY."

They started to get up well at least try to and were taking their friend who was on the ground, who was holding his knee in pain.

I still had the gun pointed to the guys who were leaving until I was startled by a sound of a liquid being discharged. In a moment the gun got caught in a sticky substance and the gun got yanked out of my hand.

I turn to the point where the gun went, to see on the wall. A kid in a red jumper, with blue jeans and a mask that had two eye holes with a web design covering the mask. I had a bad feeling that it's going to be a long night.

"Cover and fear, because Spiderman is here."

Saying that with a deep robotic voice.

To this Vlad gave a comment about his voice.

[Great the kid has laryngitis.]