Immaculate Spirit 171 :

"You shouldn't do that." Scott advised offhandedly, taking a gulp of his beer.

"And why is that? Are you is muscle or something?" The other asked taking a critical look at Scott figure.

"Hum, kind of but I'm nice enough to warn you to stop what you're doing before you finish on the ground." Scott smile.

"Are you threatening us?" The man demand aggressively.

"No, he's trying to warn you quite kindly by the way." Nathaniel interject in the conversation. "You know you should slow down with the beer, being drunk this early in the day is not an healthy response to whatever is going on in your life."

"You know nothing about my life fu**ing b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" He yell at Nathaniel face, squeezing his shoulder even harder.
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"Okay that's it. Let go of me, now." Nathaniel said, his blue eyes sharpening.

"And what if I refuse?" He asked with a crooked grin.

"When you are going to wake up, you should take a long and hard look at your life and try to fix it. a.s.saulting a boy less than half your age is beneath you and beneath the code of conduct of the navy I believe."

"You're dea…" The man yell arming his fist to punch Nathaniel face.

Unfortunately for him, he never had the chance to finish what he was yelling when Nathaniel clapped his two hands on his ears stunning him and making him grunt in pain. Nathaniel follow by a chop to his neck that made him crumple to the ground. It was at the same moment that a punch was rushing to Nathaniel head. Sidestepping it, He took the extended arm and twist it to the side making the other fall on his knee, unable to counter the force of the move. Using the opportunity he created, Nathaniel took the man head in a choke hold with his knee and start to squeeze. Thrashing uncontrolably to get out of the hold, the man could not make Nathaniel budge until he stop moving and faint on the ground, Nathaniel releasing him.

Once it was done, the atmosphere in the bar was still and silent. Sighing to himself, Nathaniel pick the two bodies using their vest as leverage and drag them to a bench where he made them lie down. Going back to the counter, Nathaniel could feel the seven people in the table not far away sending speculative glance his way.

"Are they going to be alright?" The bartender asked with a hint of steel in his voice.

"Yes but they are going to wake up in two hours with an h.e.l.l of an headache. Do these two have a tab here and how much is it?"

"Yes they have and I believe it is around seven hundred dollars now. Why?"

"I'm going to pay it, just make sure to water the beer down a little in the future."

"It's your money." The man shrugged.

"How much for your best bottle of whiskey?"

"Nine hundred dollars but I still can't sold it to you, you are underaged."

"It's not for me, it's for my friend Scott here." Nathaniel smile.

The bartender eyes wandering between the two of them, he finally grunt and put and old looking bottle on the counter. Putting the cash on the counter, the bartender frown.

"This is more than the price I give you." He said, lifting an eyebrow.

"I know, the rest is for the inconvenience. Thank you." Nathaniel said, taking the bottle and walking to the only table who was occupied, Scott following him with his beer.

"Hi guys, can we sit with you? I brought a gift." Nathaniel asked nicely to the people sitting in front of him, putting the bottle on the table.

It was to be said that these seven people could not be considered normal by any means. They were all towering around 6" tall and had bulging muscle but not bulged enough to impend their body movement. Nathaniel knew the names of all seven of them has he come for them specifically. He also knew that if the meeting did not go well, it could be really dangerous. He didn't think he could win against all of them in unarmed combat.

"We don't want trouble." One of them said.

"I'm not here to cause one but I don't like to be touch or insult by stranger either not mentionning that his breath was terrible. I did go easy on them though, I could tell they were not really bad people."

Hearing that, they all nodded subconsciously as they were expert in unarmed combat themselves. They could tell that Nathaniel had pull his punch and did the maximum to put them out without harming them too much. In fact, a lot of them were curious about the kid and who had trained him as they were very familiar with the move he use.

"Sit then, thanks for the bottle."

Pulling a chair from a nearby table, Nathaniel then took a seat. One of them looking at Nathaniel with a hint of recognition in his eyes and another looking at Scott intently which did not seem to bother Scott as he was giving an unbother stare.

"Military?" He asked to Scott who nodded in a.s.sent. "Commando?"

"Ex Delta Force." Scott precise succinctly.

Nodding once again, the one who had invited Nathaniel to sit focus on him.

"Your bodyguard I presume seeing you spend thousand of dollars like it was nothing."

"Do I look like I need protection Ethan?" Nathaniel smile.

The mens around the table stiffen hearing that name and a couple of hands leave the table and disappear underneath it, surely grabbin weapon in case of an attack. Ethan on the other hand looked at Nathaniel long and hard for a moment.

"Who are you?" He asked threateningly.

"My name is Nathaniel Lyndon."

"That's it! I knew I saw him before!" One of the men exclaim around the table surprising his friends.

"What are you talking about Keith?" Ethan asked, annoyed.

"That kid! I know who he is. He's a singer slash actor, my daughter love him. She even forced me to look at an interview he give on national TV. His grandfather is Robert Lyndon, crazy rich and crazy influential." He exclaim.

Pausing at that new information, everybody start to look at Nathaniel with new interest and not a small amount of curiosity.

"I see. How do you know my name and what do you want from me?" He asked more nicely and not threatening anymore.

"I know a lot about you Ethan, I also know a lot about all of you. I also know why you are only seven around the table and not twelve like your team demand it to be operational."

"Bulls.h.i.t! This is cla.s.sified information." One of them shout.

"Panama, a little town name Achutupu and a training exercise that go badly because of defective equipment. Do I need to say more than that Morgan?" Nathaniel respond, shutting him up effectively.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, what do you want?" Ethan asked with a somber att.i.tude.

"I want to recruit all of you to work as security for my family company." Nathaniel said flatly.

"Well if it's just that, I can send you away right now. We are still engaged in the army." Ethan rebuked.

"That's a lie and you know it. Your term has ended two weeks ago and so far none of you have chosen to re enlist. I'm not blaming you mind you, especially after what happen to your team, I get it trust me. I just thought that you could be open to other opportunity." He shrugged.

"He's right Ethan, we should at least hear him out before flatly refusing him." Keith said, a few of them voicing their support or nodding in a.s.sent.

"Alright, start talking." Ethan nodded.

"If you are expecting a commercial pitch, you are going to be disappointed as I'm not a market vendor. I'm just going to give you two piece of paper, on the first will be your annual salary and on the other what your job will entail. There will also put in it my phone number in case you want to talk about a few points that are not clear to you. Now, I believe I abused too much of our time and I'm going to take my leave. Enjoy the whiskey guys." Nathaniel said, getting to his feet after putting some files on the table, Scott following him.

"What? That's it?" Ethan asked dumbstruck.

"Ah no! I was going to forget." He shake his head, taking something from the inside of his jacket and put it in front of Keith. "Gift for you Keith, this is my new alb.u.m. I wrote a little message on the back to make it special. I believe someone you know is going to like that quite a lot." He smile at him before walking outside of the pub.