Forming of an Alliance (Travis)

[Valekin]

(This takes place prior to his freak out thread.)

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Valekin and Travis had a few things in common. They both loved to fight, or fight each other at least. They both disliked gangs (maybe) and both probably enjoyed food. So Valekin sent Travis an invitation to one of his clubs downtown. The invitation would both get Travis into the club and admit him into the back of the club. That's if the boy showed up.

The back room was square shaped, and it was like one big restaurant booth. Valekin sat behind a short table, where there was a bottle of Vodka, and a Sig Sauer, loaded of course. There was a guard between the door to the regular club, and the door to the private room. The guard was sitting between the two doors (in a small room) with an MP-5 in his lap.

There were two more guards in the private room, both had the same gun as the one in the short hallway. Valekin would be waiting for Travis there. Sipping on Vodka, and contemplating the kaleidoscope patterns on the ceiling.

[Travis]

The invitation had come a little unexpectedly. Travis didn't really know who it was from, at least he didn't think he knew. But maybe there was a reason for it. Travis couldn't really say he felt up for it, he didn't really care to do anything right now. He was in search of something precious to him right now, and Travis had no plans of giving up on his search for Sara. What kind of boyfriend would he be if she wasn't on his mind twenty-four, seven? Hell, he hadn't been able to sleep correctly lately. His mind was running far to much lately.

Travis pulled up on his motorcycle, cut the engine and dismounted it. He made his way toward the entrance, flashed Valekin's invitation and went inside. He'd ignore pretty much everything around him, those icy blues locking upon the pathway toward the back of the club, and he followed it. Upon reaching a small room, those eyes would catch sight of someone with a gun, an automatic to be exact. That was definitely a little odd, but Travis wasn't going to say anything. It wasn't his business.

Soon enough he'd enter the room where Valekin currently sat, and his eyes locked upon the booze on the table. Travis licked his lips for a moment, and then returned his attention toward whom he assumed was Valekin. Now that Travis recalled it, he had seen the male before. He had fought him a few times, and he had been quite the opponent. But he wasn't clear as to why he was here. His hands would lift, and press against his sides for a moment, before Travis' voice would be heard.

"Care to inlighten me as to why I'm here?"

[Valekin]

Valekin got straight to the point.

"Because we've got a common enemy and I'm in need of employees, as it were."

Valekin poured himself a glass of liquor, then a glass of liquor for the younger boy. He pushed it towards the kid, and then drank from his glass. It did nothing for him, his body's systems processed alcohol like it was water, and water like water. To be fair he wasn't here to get the boy drunk, or to frame him and pull a cop out of his ass. That would get him in slight trouble as well. He was out to employ Travis in a sort of crusade.

"I'm a businessman, and a concerned citizen. My business is handling social problems, such as gangs and corruption. I'm also the owner of many other businesses, and I'm offering you a job in the former business."

He took another drink. One of the men cocked his gun, loading the first round into the chamber and setting the magazine for auto-reload.

"I heard about your girlfriend. I'm very well informed you see, when it comes to the shadowy parts of life."

Boy did he look informed.

[Travis]

Travis listened to everything that was said, those eyes dropping toward the vodka which had been placed in front of him. His right hand would drop out to grab it, while those icy blues observed the male who had cocked his gun at his side. This definitely felt a little odd to Travis. He wasn't really sure what kind of situation that he had just walked himself into. But when Valekin said one scentences in particularly, Travis wanted to hear more. He would sit himself down, and take a gulp from his glass.

I heard about your girlfriend. I'm very well informed you see, when it comes to the shadowy parts of life.

"Do you know where she is?"

His hands would flatten against the table as he rested himself. He wanted to drink more, but Travis couldn't simply allow himself to get shitfaced here. He needed to drive home after all, and he wasn't in the mood to get pulled over and arrested. He was underage, and he had a horrible temper. He'd probably end up killing the police officer in a fit of rage. But none of that really matter at this moment. He wanted to know what this male knew. Travis wanted to find Sara, as soon as possible.

[Valekin]

"My people are getting ready to rescue her as we speak."

That meant yes. But then that would mean that Valekin would have his paws on the girl, instead of some unknown enemy now wouldn't it? What if he didn't let her go? What if he used her to get to him? That wouldn't be necessary however. The what ifs were probably occuring in Travis' mind after he said that. Cooperation? There wasn't such a thing, this was an opportunity for Travis, an opportunity to grow stronger and gain the backing of a very powerful man.

Whatever crusade it was that Valekin would put Travis on? It was highly likely that Travis would enjoy the crusade anyway. Besides, it looked like the boy was hooked by the proposals anyway. Seemed that way.

[Travis]

My people are getting ready to rescue her as we speak.

Travis would inch forward slightly, those icy blues narrowing as he would stare toward that male, his eyes not planning on shifting away. This male, Valekin, said that he knew where she was. That his people were going to go save Travis' girlfriend. He didn't want that, Travis wanted to get her himself. But it didn't seem like that was going to be the case unfortunately. He had no idea where she was, he planned on asking this person, but for some reason he didn't think that he would get the answer.

"Where is she? I want to get her myself. She's my girlfriend!"

[Valekin]

"That may be true, but we're professionals at this. Let us handle it. I can't have you getting hurt or involved like this. I'm pretty sure it was one of the two local school gangs though. Militia.. or the dragons... I get the two confused. One of the two. I think Reapers is another gang, they might be responsible. Frankly I don't care who it is. We'll be getting her out of there soon. You just sit tight for a bit and consider my offer."

Valekin said leaning back. The man was relaxed, super relaxed. It wasn't like he was on edge at all. Talking about kidnappings and gangs. It was really as if he knew what he was talking about, like he was a professional. Professional what on the other hand was entirely up in the air. Professional assassin? Law enforcement? Military? Something. That was for sure. The man knew what he was doing, and he was advising that Travis let him handle that part.

"On the other hand, if you do take my offer, you'll be right on the front lines of disposing of those gangs. It doesn't matter which gang took her, because they're all equally responsible. Because they exist, they will fight, and because they fight, they get innocents involved to get at each other. That's what I think happened."

He poured the young man another two fingers of Vodka.