"As you wish." Hap says. Hap grabs the paper and opens his pack of information he had collected on the way here. Hap turns and walks away, with a sight frown on his face.
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A couple of hours latter, Hap looks up from his pack of information, to see Sir Callmans' villa in front of him. The Villa was a grand place, magnificent wooden walls and perfectly carved stone pillars, a type of expensive marble Hap notices, and wonderfully build gate. Or what used to be a gate. It was quite obvious that someone of strong strength left here in a hurry. The metal bars were completely crushed and shoved to each side. There were guards, probably the city's by the symbols and armor they were wearing. The guards were wearing leather armor, with bits of metal fashionably attached here or there that was also covering vital organs.
Hap pulls out a flask of alcohol and drains it. Now changing his steady walk into that of a drunk, he wobbles his way to the guards.
"Halt! What business do you have here?" One of the guards ask when Hap gets closer.
"Hello! Hic! My name, hic, is Fedel! Hic! This is my house, hic." HE was making drunked sounds as he keeps on walking closer to the guards. Out of the corner of his eye Hap sees one of the guards grab onto the hilt of his sword.
'Quite the cautious one hey?' Hap thinks to him self.
"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to step back." Says the lazy one. The cautious one frowns as he looks at Hap. Hap is now with in 5 feet to the guards. The cautious one draws his blade. "Newbie, it's just a drunk, no need for your blade." The lazy one says.
"Something is wron-" The cautious one didn't get to say another word. Hap's hand slams in to the lazy ones throat, and with a pop, the neck splits open, blood flying everywhere. The cautious stood in shock, he probably had never seen so much blood before. The cautious tries to move, but he was to slow. Haps hand slams it to his chest and the cautious flies and slams into the wall. He slumps to the ground, unconscious. Hap cracks his neck and forces himself to throw up the alcohol onto the cautious one.
Hap snickers and walks inside. The house was almost completely empty and the stuff that was there were the heavy items. Hap grunts ans he starts to go through everything left behind. Hap exits the house a couple of minutes later, carrying a rather expensive piece of furniture, while whistling.
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Hap walks out to the North Sea Side and starts to look around, still carrying the furniture. Hap looks around and finds someone.
"Hello sir, do you know where this man is?" HAp asks and holds up the photo.
"I an't talking to you." The man responds, not even looking at the paper. Hap frowns.
"I am not asking for your time free, you can have this." Hap lowers the heavy and large piece of furniture. The man peeks at it and slowly nods his head. He turns his head and looks at the paper.
"That's Mr. Black. What cha' need 'im for?" The man asks.
"Thats for me to know and for you to guess, friend. So, where is he?" Hap asks once more. The man points to a door with a sign of a black top hat, with a white rim.
"Ye'll find 'im there." Hap nods and walks to the building in the distance.
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"What do you want?" The bodyguard asks Hap.
"I'm here to see Mr. Black." Hap responds. The man looks Hap up and down and then opens the door.
"My bad, you didn't seem like the type. This way sir." The bodyguard leads the way, his attitude more polite.
'The type?' Hap thinks as he walks.
"Here sir." The bodyguard says and opens the door. Hap walks inside and he turns around when he hears the door lock behind him. The bodyguard locked the door on his way out. Hap frowned but turns back around and walked deeper into the room.
It seemed to be a bedroom.
'...... It better not be what I think this is.......' Hap's frown deepens.
A man walks out for a corner, he was wearing a black top hat, and a skin tight suit that almost made Hap throw up again.
"Hello sexy...." The man purrs as he walks towards Hap.
"Don't even think about it. Get changed, I'm here to talk business." Hap picks up a shirt and a pants that was on the ground and tosses it to the man. The man frowns but changes.
"Your Mr. Black right?"
"What gave it away sexy? The hat or the suit?"
".... The hat. Also, don't call me sexy."
"Aright beautiful. How do you want to do this?" The man smiles coyly.
"The Bogeyman sent me." Hap say, to finally get this over with. The man freezes and stares at Hap before looking for a way out. "Calm down, I just want some information. I would also like to get it without violence, but that's up to you." Hap says.
"... What is it?"
"Sir. Callmans. Who killed Sir. Callmans?"
".... That's a very important piece of information your asking for."
"It's not me asking, it's the Bogeyman."
"....."
"....."
After a minute of staring at each other Mr. Black finally gives in.
"Fine, here's what I know....."
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Hap left the in an extremely bad mood. The news he got pissed him off, and now he was rushing to the docks to meet with the bogeyman.
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Somewhere else a man, no a boy of the age of 16 wakes up covered in bad smelling alcohol. He grunts and sits up and see the dead body of his co-worker and promptly throws up. He pulls him self to his feet and stumbles off into the night.