One Pice: A Game Blue System.

Bill produces a clean glass from the underside of the bar and fills it with amber liquid from a barrel behind him. He plops it down in front of me and smiles, "Anything else? We've got a 2 for 1 special on fried clams for lunch today."

"Thanks, but I had a big breakfast." I respond without actually touching my drink. "I'm hoping to run a question or two by you. I hear you're a man who's good at finding answers."

Bill's demeanor shifted very subtly. "I have been known to be a procurer of hard to find information from time to time. But it really depends on what questions you want to ask friend." he replied noncommittally.

"I'm looking for a guy named Reggie Poliver. I'm hoping you might be able to point me in the right direction."

Bill tilted his head and I could feel his eyes assessing me. "Now what would you want with a no good punk like that?"

I shrug. "I've got some business with him. Met his brother last night. My only issue is I don't know where to look." I speak, all the while laying three 1,000 Beri notes on the counter.

"What's your name young man?" Bill questions as one hand rests atop the obvious bribe and slowly slides it towards himself.

"Jack Parker."

Bill sighs dramatically and leans back to his side of the bar. "Well Mr. Parker I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't know where young Reginald is these days. And I certainly haven't heard rumor of him and his gang setting up shop at the old decrepit warehouse #4 along the southwestern edge of town."

I rose from my seat and toasted the barkeep with his drink. "Cheers." I intone before gulping it down in a single swig and then depart on my merry way.

"Have a good day Mr. Parker." Bill calls out as I disappear through the entrance. Warehouse #4, Southwestern Edge of Town, Three Hours Later

"Sorry boss but we haven't heard nothing. They just didn't show up last night." one gang member says with an apologetic shrug.

"You think I don't know that!" Reggie Poliver snarls as he snaps a steel chain against the concrete floor. "Someone must have seen something! Thomas and the others wouldn't just vanish on us!"

One man leans over and whispers into another's ear, "Do you think the Marines caught them?"

"I don't like this. I don't like this one bit." a third mumbles audibly.

Reggie stomps his foot and brings his underlings attention onto him. "Ok. I want you all to split up into groups and start putting out feelers. Someone in this town knows something and we're going to find them even if it takes all day!" "Perhaps I can shed some light on the subject." My voice echoes out into the warehouse.

'Darn. I almost expected the [Game] to give me something for a dramatic entrance.'

All eight members of the street gang swiveled their heads around to the intruder who had just stepped in, a-k-a yours truly.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" Reggie shouts as everyone jumps to their feet.

"Nice place you got here." I compliment as I take a look around. TV's, couches, two refrigerators, it's honestly not a bad setup. "Took me a little while to find it. To answer your question though, my name's Jack."

"Okay...Jack." Reggie voiced with disdain. "Why exactly should we care about what you have to say?"

'I'm so glad he asked me that.' "Because I'm the one who beat your brother like a red headed step-child last night and then turned him into the Marines. Since I'm already being paid for one brother I thought 'Hey! Might as well and go for the set'."

My words had the effect intended and the older Poliver brother's face turned so red it looked like he might suffer an aneurysm. "Kill him!" he screeched out, losing the tiny semblance of composure he still had.

"Huh. That's exactly what Thomas said." I taunt as the seven cannon fodder members all rush at me with various weapons.

The first one to reach me is a lanky fellow equipped with a wooden baseball bat. I duck under the initial swing and ram my fist upwards into the man's stomach. Blood and spittle sputtered out of the goons mouth and the poor bastard was launched backwards at incredible speed, barreling into another grunt and taking them both out of the fight. +15 Exp!

+15 Exp!

Next came a trio of men each holding the same type of dagger as the ones from last night. A dodge to the left, a kick to his leg, and a followed up punch to the side of his skull sends the first of them out cold.

+15 Exp!

The other two knife wielders begin slashing with abandon, desperate to try and get a hit in.

-7 HP!

HP Regen Skill Active!

-Current speed: 0.1% max health per minute.

A thin cut appears on my forearm where a blade manages to connect, if only barely. 'Alright. Time to stop goofing around.' I jab one of my attackers in the chest, briefly stunning him due to the speed of my blow. His stumble gives me the perfect opening to knee his partner in the stomach. A quick punch square in the nose to the first one and two more grunts are down for the count.

+15 Exp!

+15 Exp!

Skill Lv Up! Unarmed Combat Lv (5/50) → (6/50)

-Your instinctive knowledge in fighting with your bare hands.

The final two cronies take a few fearful steps back before dropping their tools and wisely fleeing the warehouse. 'Noooo my Exp...come back...' Meanwhile, Reggie's face has transcended the color red in its fury and somehow reached all the way to purple. "You okay there buddy? Remember to breathe. First you go in.." I demonstrate for him. "...and then you go out." I say with an exhale.

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Reggie roars, charging at me with his steel chain dragging behind him.