At the Miller Field in Staten Island, Nicholas was currently looking at what used to be the Miller Field. Now it's a construction site, together with a team of beach nourishment personnel at the shore.
Miller field is an ex-military base, especially for aircraft, active during World War II and the Cold War. Now it was just a playground for people around, with the wide-field, people usually played football and baseball. By the ocean shore, it was actually a small place with sand, not really a place to receive people and have a day at the beach, that's why the beach nourishment was happening here.
Beach nourishment is the process of taking sand from a few kilometers in the ocean to restore the area around the shore and form a beach that gets a nice sand where people lay, kids play, and most have fun.
It's a common project, but this one is different.
The surrounding area, including the field and the shore, were all bought by someone.
It now was now a private beach owned by a hotel brand named 'San Marino Hotel'.
A series of hotels spread across many countries and having most hotels at the beach. After they set up these hotels, they are mostly called the Beach District of San Marion Hotel.
No one really knows the real name of the owner, as the brand is owned by various companies across the world.
It also has an extreme restriction to who they authorize to stay at the hotel, although, depending on the location they sometimes open the beach to the public, but never permanently.
Back to Nicholas, he was surprisingly walking, to one of the buildings that was already built. This one was close to the main access street, so he didn't take long to reach it.
There wasn't much to the building, as it also wasn't really big, so that people have just a short-term attendance post.
As he walked, he grabbed his phone inside his pocket and called Jonathan, his bartender at the Gary's Table.
"Yes, Master Nicholas." Jonathan answered the phone.
"Hi, Jonathan. I need you to take care of something for me." Nicholas spoke.
After speaking with Jonathan for a few minutes, Nicholas entered the building, he looked at the receptionist as she smiled at him.
Walking directly into the hallway, he went for the door on the right, entering directly inside.
"Master Nicholas, you came. I was waiting for you." The man sitting on the sofa spoke excitedly as he stood up.
Nicholas seeing his reaction, just smiled a little bit. This was Michelangelo, one of Nicholas' friends.
Michelangelo was about 5'11", had a little tan on his skin, with glasses and a square face. Brown medium hair and brown eyes, he looked a bit common. Though he had a tattoo showing on his neck, coming from his torso but covered by his long sleeve attire.
"Michel, nice to see you. How is your life been lately?" He asked as he sat across from the sofa, on the armchair.
The both of them started to talk for a few hours.
Meanwhile with Jonathan.
He had already called a replacement for his post, a friend that he usually smoked weed with. He was a bit sluggish but could cover for him in exchange for some blunts.
As he had already tidied his things and was ready to leave and accomplish the orders from Master Nicholas, a few people arrived. Mostly were rustically dressed and had tattoos spread across their bodies, some were smoking, and you could clearly see one of the major gangs sign on his arms.
Though New York had come a long way from what it used to be, but some 'leftovers' are still recognizable. This one, in particular, was named White Chalk.
Although not a racist gang, but they sometimes are confused as one. The White Chalk refers to the white chalk left by the police on the crime scenes to mark where exactly the body was found, and as the gang is mostly run by murders, it's called White Chalk.
Jonathan looked at this and decided to deal with it later after he completed his tasks. Poor friend of his, now he was supposed to endure these punks.
The people that just arrived though, had other plans.
Jonathan didn't want to waste any time, so he didn't change his uniform to normal clothes, when the new visitors noticed the bartender trying to leave, they tried to stop him.
"Hey, stop right there, biitch." One of the thugs yelled at Jonathan.
The latter decided to ignore it and keep walking.
Again, not the thugs' plan.
One of the men walked in Jonathan's direction to intercept him. Arriving close, he immediately threw a punch at Jonathan.
Jonathan avoided the punch cleanly and was obliged to deal with it now since these guys were so eager.
The thug that tried to punch him was surprised by Jonathan's reflexes.
"Who are you guys, and why are you all here?" Jonathan spoke in his normal lazy tone, the one that he doesn't show Nicholas, not even minding that these guys are here to cause trouble.
One of the thugs smiled and replied.
"I heard you had some hotties here on Wednesday, we want to know who they were with."
Jonathan looked at the thug as if he was looking at a donkey.
"Are you serious? Do you know how many hotties come here every day? Just on Wednesday we had three parties. The workers in the morning, the college guys in the afternoon, another college at night. You have to be more specific." Jonathan explained it again in his lazy tone, dragging the words, his shoulders slumped and looking like he wanted to take some sleep.
The guys looked at him weirdly, but the thug that spoke previously reached for his phone and showed him a picture.
Jonathan looked at the picture with a sight.
"I have never seen her here." He replied.
"That's why we want the security cameras, you might just not remember it." The thug explained, he is getting impatient already.
"I'm telling you, I haven't seen her here. I'm pretty good with faces, thrust me." Jonathan said as if dismissing the man.
"Listen here, you little shiit." The thug said as he tried to grab Jonathan's collar.
Which he failed tremendously. Jonathan turned his body sideways avoiding the grip, then he held the thug's hand and pulled him forwards, as his momentum obliged him to. Lacing the thug's arm around his back in an armlock and kicking the back of his knee, the thug knelt down.
"Now guys, please. Just piss off, will ya?" Jonathan spoke.
Seeing the other 4 guys jumping on him ready to punch him in the face, Jonathan sighted.
He pushed the kneeling thug on the ground as the latter hit head first. The first to jump on him was slightly buff, so that is good. Usually, buff dudes have less mobility and speed. Against Jonathan's lean body, which was the opposite of slow and stiff, he lost immediately.
The first wild punch coming from his right again avoided by Jonathan, followed by another punch coming from his left, Jonathan tucked as he used his hands to support himself on the ground and countered with a rear horse kick, sending the thug rolling around the bar.
Seeing Jonathan on the ground and wanting to get him in a vulnerable position, the second thug came with a front kick. But Jonathan did a cartwheel as he got distance from the man, using his hands that were already on the ground.
Another thug came to his right, running like a mad man without no proper posture to punch or kick. Jonathan went head-on and slammed his own body against the thug, in a down-and-up motion, which pushed the thug rolling on the ground as well.
The last thug was also coming at Jonathan and from behind the former, the second thug as well.
This time, Jonathan assumed a proper combat position as he put his left foot forward and did the same thing as previously. He tucked, put his hands on the ground, and did a rear horse kick to the man's face, finishing with a cartwheel to avoid the second thug's attack.
Just at this moment, the first thug, which Jonathan had put in an armlock, threw a bottle of whiskey at his head. Jonathan simply caught the bottle mid-air, stunning the thugs for a few seconds, leaving enough time for him to punch the second thug with the bottom end of the bottle, still not breaking it, but knocking the second thug out cold.
"Do you guys wish to go on?" Jonathan said with his right hand inside his pocket.
There were two dizzy thugs, one knocked out and the last one holding another bottle ready to throw it at Jonathan.
The clients left at the bar were all amazed by the happenings. One man against five.
And Jonathan didn't even break a sweat.