The Reservoir. Part Seven.

 The diner had a certain feel that gave Palma a soothing relaxation. He had something of an interest in the fifties subcultures, the way their entertainment was in terms of music and fashion. He look over at Kingly who seemed a bit hesitant. Kingly was known to have something of a dislike for Casper that ran deep within their history. Originally, Palma and Kingly were the bodyguards of Soren. But when Casper and Victor came along, they had to back down and continue their work for Lady Caponae.

They have, over time, understood that this choice was business and nothing personal. Being in a family like The Reservoir, you tend to learn that you must know the difference. With Victor, he extended his hand of friendship to both Palma and Kingly on the idea that, should they ever want extra help, to just ask. Casper was something of a complete jerk towards Palma and Kingly. Casper was a man who was, in simple terms, a Neo Nazi. Growing up, he learned about Adolf Hitler’s ideas of the perfect race and had the idea of wanting to continue on those theories and motivations. To the other members of The Reservoir, they could not understand how anyone could even see any logic in such ideas.

One thing people tend to overlook about The Holocaust was that not only the Jewish faith was bashed. Anyone who was not heterosexual, German, or Aryn was a possible target. Due to Palma and Kingly being a couple, that automatically put them on Casper’s bad side. There was once an incident that involved Casper and Kingly to break out into a complete fight that resulted in a broken nose and a nasty cute on Kingly’s face.

Soren talked to Casper and explained to him that he needs to keep this business and not personal. Mixing the two elements, as shown time and time again, only lead to people’s downfalls and the end of any and all arrangements of any hope for a wonderful future in an industry. Understanding this and taking some time off to sort out his own personal demons, there was a truce that was made: all members are to be treated with pure equality. Kingly agreed with Casper almost agreeing. With Soren’s history of disciplining his friends, he kept his mouth shut.

As you can imagine, the tension, even though years have passed, was thicker than frozen ice cream. But, wanting to cut the silence, Victor cleared his throat.

“From the time you left Lady Caponae’s office till now, you have had about two hours to get whatever it is that will be needed for this job put underway. Same goes with trying to hack into people’s computers to see if there is any way, shape, or form of anyone going behind our backs. What have you gotten so far?” Palma cleared his throat and leaned towards the two men that sat opposite him. With his long, anorexic formed body (he just has a high metabolism and can’t put on weight) a few people wandered why he has not yet snapped into two.

“Everyone, from two brief hours of research, seems to be clean. We can’t find anything that alerted us of foul play. We saw that nobody was off of their computer last night, except for us four. We know that that is not really creditable due to someone just leaving their computer on, but we searched that. As we are talking, the Andres are keeping watch over the monitors and checking to see if anything comes up.” Palma leaned back and took a sip of his drink: a vanilla milkshake.

“Hmm. The next thing we are wondering is, due to you mentioning them, the power of the Andres. We understand that they are new here, but you have worked with them before hand on some other jobs, and we want to know how good they are.” Laughing a bit, Kingly looked up at Victor when he was done speaking.

“If there are any other hackers that are better then those two brothers, we want to know.” Taking Palma’s beverage, he gulped down a bit of it. “To put it mildly, if it was not for those two, then three years ago we would have lost a rather large some of money when Ryan tried to go back into his drug rings.” Casper shot him a very dark glance.

“I thought we agreed to never talk about that, at all?” Casper said, his voice dark and gravel. “Or did you, not having a dick in your mouth, seemed to forget that?”

“Bitch, at least I get some action.” Kingly responded. Victor just shook his head no while Palma started fidgeting in his pocket.

“And what is action? Getting shot up with this other faggot’s jizz while getting fucked up the ass?” With that, a noise filled the air.

“You hear that.” Palma said, his voice stern.

“Yeah.” Casper said, his voice aggravated as hell.

“That is the sound of my hand cannon being pointed directly at your stomach. If you don’t stop insulting Kingly here, I will unload all the bullets this little puppy has into your gut. After that, what you have as balls will be gone. You understand?” Casper said nothing. Then, another gun clicked. This one was from Kingly.

“YOU UNDERSTAND.” Kingly said, his voice cutting the air. Casper nodded. Putting their guns away, everyone breathed.

“As I was saying,” Kingly said. “The Andres are the best there is. They can find anything and if they do find something - anything - on what is going on, we will know. As for fighters, well, you all know of their history.”

“Yeah: the day of blood rain.” Victor said, they all remembering the massacre that happened that involved the two brothers. As it was agreed upon, they are skilled hackers, but until Mansell and Caponae took them under their wings, they were not disciplined.

“So,” Palma said. “We will wait until they say something. Once we know, Coppola will automatically be contacted. After words, it is our belief that the Juggalos, Bearer, and the rest of the Bernamonti families will go after them. Our guess is that, within a few days, this will be cleared up.”

They were all silent as they started thinking about the case at hand. They all agreed that something was off about all of this, but they were excited. It has been a while from the last time they were in a battle like this, and they loved the feeling, the raw emotion one gets from such a fight. Like with war, these battles were a drug and this was one drug none of them wanted to go to rehab for.

A television was on above them. While they were ordering their food, they heard something interesting being said. Due to the volume being off, they read the subtitles.

“… like with last night, another explosion has happened. Over at the residence of 38 Lawrence Road, a house was attacked and destroyed. Once the fire was cleared, the bodies were taken out and brought to a morgue for better examination. The house belonged to a Eliza Caponae. It is unknown at this time if she was one of the people that were in the explosion. Authorities are beginning to question surrounding neighbors to see if anyone can give us an idea of Ms. Caponae or anything that could have lead to this.”

The reporter kept on talking as the four men just starred, mouths open wide. Turning to each other, they threw down enough money to pay their bill and they all ran outside, each of them calling members of The Reservoir to see what was happening. Reaching Coppola, he only gave one order: get down to the main house. Now.

While this was going on, another figure in black far off was watching the four men through a pair of binoculars.