Victor was still angry, but he wasn’t stupid. If this situation had happened to him when he was younger, he would have just gone out, find some poor sod and beat the shit out of him for the fun of it. Age and twenty years in prison had knocked some of the stupidity out of him.

Right now, Victor needed information on his family. More importantly, he needed to know where they are. He tried to activate the magical formation again to ask Reunion, but the spell remained dormant. So, Victor went to work. It’s time for Sweet Fist to get back into the game, and he knew actually where to go.

The sky was still dark when he walked out of the ruined building and he could feel the cold of the night. Dressed only in his T-shirt and jeans, Victor thought of buying a jacket before remembering that he was virtually penniless. Prison don’t pay you very well. Victor did the only thing he could. He ignored the cold and hurried through the streets.

When Victor finally stepped out of the alleyway to Two Drinks Tavern, his body was already numb to the cold. As Victor slipped through the doors, he was glad to see that the tavern was pretty much as he had remembered. He went to the bar and sat on the second last seat. He tapped on the bar exactly four times and ordered a shot of vodka. The bartender smiled and gave Victor his order. Victor drank it immediately and tapped on the bar four times again. Another shot of vodka came, but this time Victor left it alone. Ten minutes later, the bartender signaled him to the back.

Victor got up and walked through a short passage before reaching the manager’s office. He went pass it and walked to the end of the passage where the false wall was located. The wall opened and Victor walked down the stairway. Victor saw a big man with grey skin standing outside a door and was slightly surprised by the obvious muscle. Information brokers were usually more subtle than this. Victor had more pressing concerns, so he kept his peace and entered. A man in his mid-twenties was sitting in front of a wall of computer screens. The man turned around at Victor’s entrance and gave him a genuine smile.

“As I live and breathe, if it isn’t the legendary Sweet Fist! What can The Finder do for you my friend?”

Victor raised his brows at the enthusiasm. The Finder didn’t seem to be faking it but since when was he a legend? He was never more than a local villain before he went in and even back then, most people thought he was more of a wannabe than an actual villain. Why is this man telling him otherwise? Victor had half a thought of asking the man if he had mistaken him for someone else but thought better of it. There was no need to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I need to find some people, and fast. I have their names and pictures, but nothing else.” When Victor came out the darkness, he had the book with all his descendant’s names and pictures. Victor gave the book to The Finder.

“A simple search? Not a problem, though it will cost extra if you need it by today.”

“Put it on my tab.”

“A tab? You want to run one here?”

“Sure. My word not good enough for you?”

It was a joke. Victor had been gone for twenty years. He just came out of prison, and he was never that famous to begin with. Of course, his word is not good enough. However, Victor told the joke with his usual dead-panned face, so he looked like he was serious. The look Finder was giving him told Victor the broker was seriously considering letting him run a tab. What was going on?

“Okay, why don’t you go upstairs and have a drink. I’ll have something for you in an hour.”

So, Victor found himself sitting back at the bar. This time drinking whiskey and no longer in the second-last seat. It had been a strange day. It was about to get stranger. Less than an hour later, the Finder got the information Victor needed. Shockingly, Victor realized that he didn’t have to go far to meet one of them.