"Marvin always comes back before the speakeasy opens up...what the hell is going on with him?" Seán muttered, biting his lip with a worried frown as he looked around the sea of people sitting, drinking, and dancing.

Anti was at the piano playing a ragtime song with Jameson tap-dancing along with a smile, Chase watching the bar for Jameson as an excuse to drink.

"He's probably just bring extra dramatic." Shawn shrugged as he walked up to Seán, a glass of whiskey on the rocks in hand.

"Right...at least people seem to be enjoying the entertainment." Seán sighed, watching Anti and Jameson with a small smile.

Seán nodded as he took a drink of his whiskey. "How'd you convince Anti to play anyway? You promise to let him kill someone afterwards?"

Seán chuckled softly. "Kind of I guess...I told him I'd let him be the one to go out looking for Marvin if he didn't show up soon."

"He wants to do that?" Shawn remarked in mild surprise, taking another drink as he looked over at Anti.

"Yeah, he's certain that the Ipliers took Marvin...and you know how much he wants an excuse to go dick-kick Dark." Seán chuckled as Anti finished his song, Jameson bowing as the crowd applauded the duo.

Seán sat at the bar and watched the night go by, talking with Chase to try and keep him from drinking as Anti played and Jameson danced.

Eventually the last of the drunken patrons stumbled out, and Marvin still had not returned much to Seán's concern.

"Jackie, are you sure you haven't seen Marvin come in?" Seán asked as Jackie walked inside, biting his lip as Jackie shook his head with a grim expression.

"Well, I'll go get him before the Ipliers do anything." Anti grunted as he stood up from the piano, striding up the ramp with a knife in hand.

"You should take someone with you." Seán spoke up, sighing irritably when Anti walked out and slammed the door shut behind him. "Or not..."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, he's a stubborn bastard." Jackie chuckled softly, worry in his eyes as he looked at the door.

Anti hopped into the car and sped off towards the Iplier manor, gripping the steering wheel tight. "They're gonna regret ever messing with my family."

Anti pulled up to the manor and hopped out, storming inside without bothering to knock as he held his knife and looked around.

Anti froze when he felt a gun pressed to the back of his head, still keeping his grip on the knife as he growled softly. "Lemme guess, is it the psychopath?"

"Psychopath? Oh no no no, my name's Wilford Warfstache. Surely you've heard of me and my radio show?" Wilford drawled, his finger hovering on the trigger.

"Will, let him go."

Anti looked to see Mark standing at the top of the stairs, looking exasperated with his arms folded across his chest and a stern expression on his face.

Wilford rolled his eyes and reluctantly lowered the gun, lightly shoving Anti forests towards Mark as Mark walked down the stairs.

"Why are you here?" Mark questioned, keeping his distance from Anti as he looked around for signs of others with him.

"One of our own was kidnapped by one of you fuckers, I'm sure of it." Anti muttered, shoving past Mark to go upstairs and look around.

"Anti we kill those that cross us, and your little group is toeing that line. The only reason why we haven't killed all of you is because we make profit off of the trades we make with you." Mark sighed as he followed Anti, freezing when Anti whirled around and held his knife to Mark's neck.

Dark stepped up behind Anti and held the gun to the side of his head. "You'll be dead before you can move."

"Great, my favorite big shot." Anti scowled, throwing his head back to slam against Dark's face before shoving Mark away from him and grabbing Dark with his knife held to his throat hard enough to create a bead of blood on his skin.

"Now if you'll excuse me." Anti winked, knocking Dark out with the handle of his knife before dragging him out to his car.

Wilford shot after Anti before Mark grabbed his arm to stop him. "Let Dark go, he could learn some value things while there. Besides, we have a gang war to plan now."

Anti tossed Dark into the passenger seat and drove back to the speakeasy, slinging Dark's body over his shoulder before waking inside.

"Did you find-" Seán broke off when he saw Anti carrying Dark in, his face draining of color. "What the fuck were you thinking Anti?!"

"They took one of ours, so I took one of theirs." Anti shrugged, dumping Dark's body on the floor. "Hey Jackie, can you tie him up and let me know when he gets up?"

Jackie, Shawn, Jameson, and Chase came up from the speakeasy and rose the ramp to cover the entrance, Jackie glancing at Seán for permission.

"Yeah, tie him up I guess." Seán sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "We have to assume the worst, Marvin was probably killed by the Ipliers for information."

Jackie bit his lip and nodded, grabbing rope and tying Dark up on the floor. "Ya think Anti did the right thing bringing Mark's right hand man here?"

Seán chuckled coldly and shook his head. "Not at all, but...he's here now, might as well see what we can get out of him. Maybe he knows which of his men tried sabotaging the trade earlier with Shawn and Bim."
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"Has he said anything useful yet Natemare and Phantom?" A man dressed in a black suit spoke from the shadows of the warehouse.

"Not yet boss, this guy's stubborn as hell." Natemare growled irritably as he adjusted his dark purple and black vest suit before punching Marvin in the face.

Marvin bit his tongue to hold back a cry of pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction as he glared between Phantom and Natenare. "I'm not...saying shit. Kill me already." He turned his head and spat blood in Phantom's face.

Phantom sneered and wiped it off with the sleeve of his red and black vest suit before grabbing Marvin by the hair and slamming his head into the pole he was chained to. "Care to try that again?"

Marvin groaned softly as pain flared in his head and his vision spun like a carousel, black spots dancing in his peripheral.

"Do try to keep him alive, he can possibly be useful. Oh and Phantom, how's the tension between the Ipliers and Septics?" The man from the darkness spoke up.

"Last I heard, Anti just stormed in and kidnapped Mark's right hand man." Phantom chuckled coldly, Marvin's eyes widening.

"And have any of the Septics come to get our friend?" The man added, both Phantom and Natemare shaking their heads.

Marvin flinched and closed his eyes, sighing quietly. "Not surprised, they probably hate me..."

"Then why not get revenge, share everything you know to get back at them?" Phantom prompted casually.

Marvin glared at him and struggled weakly against the chains, rage flickering in his eyes. "Fuck. You."

Phantom rolled his eyes, grabbing Marvin's head and slamming it into the pole again to knock him out.