Samantha Giovanni and her partner Brian Chesterton, were heading to a bar to investigate a person of interest in a murder case. This person was just a grunt that worked for a notorious Russian mafia boss named Igor Karasovitch. They were really hoping that they could connect the murder to his boss and maybe find some evidence that could put him away for a long time.
Special Agent Samantha Giovanni was a woman in her early thirties with brown hair that she tied up, and wore a brown dress shirt with black pants. She was average height and had a very good figure, in fact her good looks often made it hard for people to take her seriously.
Special Agent Brian Chesterton was a black man also in his early to mid thirties, he had short neat black hair and wore a magnificent dark blue suit and a white fedora. He was quite tall and bulky. He was in fairly good shape but was a few sandwiches away from being considered overweight.
The two of them had known each other for over 10 years now, going all the way back to when they were both in Quantico training to become FBI agents. They became partners at the New York field office not long after they graduated and had been together ever since.
"Has anyone around here seen this man?" Brian asked the bartender while holding up a picture of their suspect. "We've heard that he frequented this establishment."
"Yeah I might've seen that guy around but it's tough to say. It's hard to keep track of everyone who comes in. It's a busy place after all." The bartender said even though the bar was clearly nearly empty.
They knew that the employees in this establishment were all on the payroll of Karasovitch. The fact was he owned the bar, that's why they were hoping to find some concrete evidence there.
"I see, well then. If that's the case I suppose we can ask some of the patrons if they might know him. I don't suppose you would mind?" He asked.
"Go ahead, anything you need. We're always happy to help law enforcement around here." The bartender managed to say without sounding sarcastic.
"I doubt we'll get anything out of these guys, but it wouldn't hurt to ask…" Brian started to say when a commotion started from down the bar.
"Hey watch it you punk!" A large muscular man with many tattoos said to a man in a hoodie that had been knocked to the ground. It was clear to anyone who saw that it was the tattooed man's fault, but he insisted on foisting blame on the man he knocked over. "You made me spill my beer. I'll make you pay for that!"
The man on the ground got up and said nothing, he just started to walk away. The tattooed man then pulled out a knife. "If you won't give me an apology, then I'll have to cut one out of you." He said with a nasty smile.
"Hey, FBI, stop right there!" Agent Giovanni was trying to say, but before the words left her mouth, the tattooed man was already on the ground.
As soon as he made a move with his knife, the man in the hoodie had floored him with a punch that was too fast to see. He then put his hands in his pockets and started to walk away nonchalantly.
"FBI! Freeze!" Agent Chesterton said as he drew his weapon. This caused the man in the hoodie to run out of the bar into the back alleyway. "I'll get him, you take care of the other one." He ordered as he ran out to follow the man.
Brian chased him out into the alley and ended up cornering him at a dead end. "Alright stop right there." He said breathing heavy as he pointed his gun at him. He then told him to turn around so he could put the handcuffs on him.
As he attempted to put on the handcuffs, the man spun around and kicked the gun out of Brian's hands, and then spun again kicking Brian in the head and knocking him out.
"That's enough FREEZE!" Samantha said as she finally caught back up with them. She then threw her handcuffs at the man's feet as she kept her pistol pointed at him. "You'll understand that I don't want to get too close." She said.
After looking around for a second the man said , "Yeah that's smart. Smarter than he was at least. The man said as he put the handcuffs on himself. "Yeah, I guess this is the easiest way to go about it."
They ended up taking both men involved in the fight into custody and bringing them back to the FBI field office for questioning.
When he was taken into custody he was forced to remove his hoodie so they could get a look at his face. It was difficult to tell because of the baggy hoodie he was wearing but the man was extremely muscular. He was tall, over six feet, he had messy black hair and brown eyes. Though in the light it almost looked like his eyes were a glowing red.
"Did you get anything on that guy?" Samantha asked one of the other investigators.
"No, nothing he wasn't very talkative, and he didn't have any ID on him." He replied. "What's more, we didn't get any hits on his finger prints. He's not in the system at all."
"That's strange, I would assume anyone working for Karasovitch would have some kind of record."
"Well I guess we'll just have to interview him ourselves." Brian said as he entered the room. "Tell them to bring him to interview room 2." He told an officer.
After a few minutes the officer returned with a panicked look on his face, but without the mysterious man.
"What are you doing? Where is he? Didn't I tell you to bring him here?" Brian asked clearly aggravated.
"U-Um, sorry sir but…. But he hasn't in the holding cell where we left him." The officer said nervously.
"What!?!? He's not even been here an hour, how can you have lost him already?" He screamed at the officer as his temper had exceeded his boiling point. "Wasn't there someone watching him?"
"Y-Yes sir! But the man who was supposed to be guarding him swears that he didn't see anything. Apparently he was in his cell one second and the next the cell was completely empty."
"That doesn't make any sense! You expect me to believe that he just vanished into thin air?!!?"
"Calm down Brian, we should lock down the building he can't have gone far." Samantha said.
Unfortunately, after combing the building for hours they didn't find a trace of him.
"This is ridiculous! But I'm not going to waste my time searching for some small time thug when we have Karasovitch to worry about." Brian said as he called off the search out of frustration. "Although I do find it concerning that he managed to escape a secure building without a trace."
"That's true there wasn't even a glimpse of him on the security cameras." Samantha added. "I have to wonder why he'd go through such lengths to escape. What happened at the bar was clearly self defense. He wouldn't have been in any trouble at all if he just talked to us at the bar."
"Well it doesn't matter, I put out an APB on him. We can let NYPD handle it from here." Brian said as he straightened his suit jacket and started to regain his composure. "Anyway, we didn't get anything out of him, but the other guy is a different story. He's been singing like a canary in the other interview room. Apparently he was brought in by Karasovitch to fight in this underground fight club he has. He's supposed to be fighting their champion tomorrow night."
"I see, if we could get in there that would be a good opportunity for us to get some intel."
"Exactly, you and me will be going undercover tomorrow night. Apparently Mr. Tattoos can get us in."
The next night the two special agents went to Karasovitch's fight club in disguise. They didn't want to draw any attention to themselves so their objective this time around was only to see how tight the security was, and maybe see if they could find Karasovitch's office. That was the place that was most likely to have the evidence they needed.
"Seems like the security is pretty tight around here. I can't go anywhere without getting the guards attention." Samantha said.
"Well, that's not entirely surprising." Brian said referring to the extremely low cut red dress that she was wearing that revealed a great deal of her figure. Though Samantha herself was oblivious to how inconspicuous she was. "Anyway I haven't found any holes in the security yet either. Apparently Karasovitch doesn't even come out of his office until the main event either."
They waited around the event watching many fights with participants that ranged from desperate men in debt to Karasovitch being forced to fight to real experienced fighters fighting for a payday. One consistent factor for these fights was how brutal they were. Finally it was time for the main event. The first man to enter the cage was the tattooed man.
"Entering first. Standing 6 feet 7 inches tall, weighing in at 325 pounds, he's made a name for himself fighting in the fighting circuits down south, with an undefeated record of 38-0! It's "The Madman!" Evan McGee!" The announcer said as the massive man entered the ring.
"And now for his opponent! It's our very own undefeated champion! He stands 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at 245 pounds, he's only been fighting with us for a month, but he already has a record of 19-0! It's, "The Spaniard!" Peter Martinez!"
At his announcement, a tall extremely muscular man with messy black hair wearing tight white trunks with the Spanish flag emblazoned on them calmly walked toward the cage.
"Hey! That's him! That's the guy from the bar!" Samantha whisper screamed to her partner.
"Yeah I know." Brian acknowledged.
The tattooed man seemed visibly nervous to see the man that had knocked him out cold just the day before. "This isn't going to be like before, T-That was just a lucky punch!" The "Madman" said trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
Peter didn't respond. He seemed as if he didn't even remember the massive brute, or at least didn't care to. The fight seemed to end before the bell had even finished ringing. The people in the crowd could barely even see the kick that landed cleanly, smashing McGee's jaw and knocking him flat out. Martinez seemed uninterested in the whole affair leaving the cage before his opponent had even finished falling to the ground.
Both Brian and Samantha were shocked speechless after his performance, as was the rest of the crowd. After a few moments of silence, the crowd erupted into roaring applause.
As Peter was back getting changed after his fight, Karasovitch came back to talk to him. He was a stocky older man of slightly less than average height. He wore a crisp white suit that matched his short white hair and goatee.
"As always Peter, that was a brilliant performance, but like I keep saying, you need to make the fights last longer to make them more exciting." He said in a thick Russian accent.
"It's not my fault these guys are so weak they just get beat instantly. If you have a problem, maybe you should get better fighters." Peter said dismissively.
"Hehe, cheeky as always boy. Well on that front I might just have something for you. We have the European circuit champion being flown in from Prague as we speak. He should give you a run for your money. Will you be ready to fight tomorrow night?" Karasovitch said as he handed him an envelope with his payment.
"I'm always ready." Peter said as he opened the envelope and checked the money.
"Very good. I'll see you tomorrow night then."
As Peter was leaving the building Brian and Samantha caught up to him. "You're coming with us. And don't try anything funny or I'll shoot." Brian said as he covertly put his pistol to Peter's back.
"Why do people keep trying to do this to me? Just so you know some guy tried this to me yesterday and he got knocked out cold. I'd rather not bother pummeling you guys so just cut it out. I just got paid and I want to go get ice cream." Peter said slightly inconvenienced by the firearm placed at his back.
"T-That was me! Do you seriously not remember us?" Brian said as he started to lose his composure again.
"I don't bother remembering every loser I wipe the floor with. If I did that my brain would be filled with nobodies like you." Peter said.
"You-!" Brian started to say before Samantha stopped him and calmed him down again.
"Listen, why don't you come with us, we just want to talk to you. I'll…. buy you an ice cream?" She said feeling awkward using ice cream as an incentive for a grown man.
"Eh, fine." Peter said after some contemplation. "But if you're paying I want double scoops, and extra jimmies too."