Posted at 7:51 am on Oct 3, 2015 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
I wonder who the real cannibals are.
"Are you sure this is it?" Sheri asked.
She and Deadblood were on his dark gray motorcycle outside of a warehouse. It was just past lunchtime, which they spent at a sub sandwich shop. He pressed the buzzer at the gate every half minute or so. There were no signs or anything else to indicate what the warehouse was for, yet DB seemed certain that he knew exactly what it was for.
"I'm pretty sure it is. I mean, it's bigger than his old place. Nicer. But he always talked about getting a set up like this." He pressed the buzzer yet again, determined to get someone to answer.
"And you're sure you can trust him? He did almost get you killed." She looked ahead at the warehouse. There wasn't a sign of life.
"No. But I know he can supply us with everything we need. And maybe I can even guilt him into giving us a discount."
DB was about to hit the buzzer once more when there was finally a voice on the other end of the crackly speaker box. "Wang's Egg Rolls. What?"
Deadblood looked back at Sheri, shrugging. "Let us in. We need to talk."
"If you want to place an order, you have to do it online." The man sounded annoyed by potential customers.
"Shut up about your egg roll business and let us in, Wang. Do you even actually make egg rolls still?" DB wondered if they were going to just have to let themselves in.
"Deadblood? Is that really you?" Clearly caught off guard. "Shit, I thought you were dead. Hold on."
A few seconds later, the gate finally slid open for them and DB drove up to the nearest door of the actual warehouse building, not sure where to be let in at. His guess turned out to be right and Wang opened the door as soon as they climbed off the bike.
"You're not going to kill me, right?" he asked, not stepping aside to let them through. "I didn't know he was going to stab you like that."
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. We're here to do business. You know, old business. I hear you're into that business more than ever before." DB stepped forward.
"Who's this?" Wang nodded towards Sheri, giving her a wink.
"Don't you worry about who she is. She's with me. We're buying for both of us." He looked back at her, knowing she would have been happier at an actual gun store, for the lack of a creepy Chinese guy if nothing else.
"Alright, I guess you can come in." He stepped aside, holding the door open for them.
"I'm not smelling egg rolls, Wang. Finally give that part of your business up?" Deadblood asked as they made their way down a hallway.
"Nah, it's just that with a place this big, not everything has to be in the same room. I was actually working on a new flavor when you knocked. I'm calling it A Chinese Breakfast. Want to play guinea pig for me for old time's sake?" He opened the door to another hallway.
"Nope, not even for old time's sake." DB was a little surprised by the lack of guards. So far, Wang seemed to be the only one in the place.
"What about you, little lady? Want to try a bite of my egg roll?" Wang was looking at Sheri with wide eyes. "Real tasty."
DB told her long ago of Wang's terrible smelling and even worse tasting egg rolls. She knew what she would be getting into if she said yes.
