Nodding, Cobra said, “Let’s head to the back. I see a table there and it’s far enough that we shouldn’t run into any trouble.”
“Sounds good.” Sparky answered.
They had barely sat down and looked at the menu on the table when their server, Axl, arrived. “Can I get you something to drink this evening?”
Cobra looked at Sparky, “You want to do a pitcher and the bottomless brats?”
“Love it. Let’s give it a go.” Sparky answered.
Turning to the server, Cobra said, “We’d like the bottomless brats and a pitcher of Budweiser.”
“Very good, sirs. Would you like the fries with that, or just the brats?” Axl asked.
“Just the brats.” Cobra answered.
Smiling, Axl replied, “Very good sirs. I’ll get your pitcher and first round of brats.”
As Axl left, Sparky whispered, “Damn, he is one fine man.”
Cobra looked at Axl. He was good looking. Cobra could tell the man was a runner if his leg formation was anything to go by. His hair was short and dark, and when Axl returned with their pitcher of beer and two brats each, Cobra noticed the silver eyes. If he didn’t know he had a sentience waiting for him at home, Axl was the kind of guy Cobra would have looked up to have some fun.
The second Axl left their table, Cobra said, “I’m taken, but feel free to go for it.”
Sparky had already taken a big bite of his brat, humming in pleasure, “My Gods this is so good.”
“Must you talk with your mouth full?” Cobra grumbled, as he began to eat his own food. Damn! This shit really was good, or Cobra was starving and it just tasted like the best thing he had eaten in years.
The two men ate four more brats each and finished the pitcher of beer. They were paying for their meal when Cobra noticed Loon standing there with an odd smile on his face. Cobra told him, “We don’t want any problems, Loon, so just back up.”
Loon held his hands up as if to say, “No trouble here,” but Cobra knew better. Loon was exactly that… a loon… a crazy as fuck idiot, who didn’t seem to operate on common sense. “I’m not doin’ nothin’. Just wanted to ask ya what y’all did with our good friend Deak?”
Cobra snorted. Deak was one of the Tiger Sharks that had asked Rylee to defend his friend the Sharks called Quack, though his real name was Mallard Wilson, from a murder charge. Rylee had not only proved Mallard hadn’t done the crime, he found evidence of who really had, and had shocked the hell out of everyone. Mallard was currently in Drago, where the other Tiger Sharks couldn’t get to him, and Deak had just up and disappeared.
“We haven’t seen Deak since the trial, Bobby. Now go away.” Sparky snarled.
“It’s Loon to you, asshole, and you better find him soon or there’s going to be hell to pay.” Loon said, as he walked out the door.
Finishing up, Sparky and Cobra left, making their way to their bikes. Loon and Bones were waiting for them. Loon shouted out, “Tell your grocer, daddy says hello.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cobra snapped, feeling an icy fear run through his body.
Bones laughed, saying, “Find Deak for us. When you do, we want you to hand him and Quack over. We have some unfinished business to take care of with the two faggots. Maybe then I might tell you somthin’. Otherwise, things might get ugly.”
Cobra started towards them, but Sparky tried to pull him back. Jerking his arm out of Sparky’s hold, Cobra continued forward. “I want to know what you meant about our grocer.”
Both men snickered, Loon saying, “I’m not sayin’ nothin’. I was asked to deliver a message to you guys if we saw ya and I did, and know if I get the chance to off the fucking bastard, I will bathe in his blood, laughing as you cry over his dead fucking body. Because he will die, fuckwad. Whether it is by my hands or one of my gang’s, he will die. Who knows? Maybe daddy will come and pay him a visit and make his death a slow, painful one.”
Things happened fast from there. Cobra went to grab Loon by the throat, but Bones jumped him from behind. Sparky rushed in pulling Bones off Cobra’s back. Loon threw a punch at Cobra. Cobra deflected the hit and threw out one of his own. Sparky fell back, zapping into Cobra just as Loon threw a punch connecting with Cobra’s jaw. Cobra felt his lip split open and blood seep into his mouth, but he ignored it as he lunged and connected his fist into Loon’s gut, then went in for an uppercut, causing Loon’s head to snap back.
The fight went into full force at this point. Loon jumped onto Cobra, both men falling to the ground and were rolling around hitting and kneeing each other, when thewhoop whoopsound, indicating the police had shown up, alerted them to the trouble they were in.
“All of you stop right there, get on your knees, and place your hands behind your heads.”
“Fuck. Pit is going to kick our asses.” Sparky muttered.
Cobra did as he was told, as did the others. Two officers approached them and placed handcuffs on their wrists. They were stood up one by one and searched, then led to a waiting cop car. Sparky and Cobra were placed in one car, and Loon and Bones were placed in another.
Cobra dropped his head back int the seat, muttering, “Who’s going to make the call to Pit?”
