Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Michael Monroe: That was one hell of a fight tonight, Roy.
Michael and his friend Roy Wheeler sit at the bar to have a drink following the cage fight.
Roy Wheeler: Glad you finally made it out of your shit hole.
Michael Monroe: Don't shit on my shop kid. It's my pride and joy.
The two laugh as Michael takes a drink of his beer.
Roy Wheeler: For as long as I've known you all you do is work on cars. It became your obsession, man.
Roy orders another beer after finishing his first drink and places the empty bottle on the counter.
Michael Monroe: It became my obsession to take my mind off the shit that plagues my brain.
Michael gulps down the last bit of his drink and places the empty bottle down.
Michael Monroe: The Seals couldn't do it and it seemed that anytime I found peace was when I was working on cars.
The bartender hands him another beer as she goes back to cleaning the dirty glasses and wipes the counter top down.
Michael Monroe: But even when I'm in the shop, I still can't seem to shake away those dreadful thoughts.
Michael takes a very long drink, nearly finishing the bottle in one gulp.
Roy Wheeler: You can't keep beating yourself up, Mike. What happened to your parents wasn't your fault.
Roy explains as he turns to look at his friend.
Roy Wheeler: Trust me I know your pain, man. I lost my mother at a young age and my father, well, he may as well have been dead anyway since he left before I could even crawl. My point is, there is always light in every tragedy. You've got to find yours.
Roy looks at one of the many TVs in the bar and notices on CNN of two officers having been killed and another two seriously wounded in an ambush by several masked men.
Michael Monroe: You know, that is the kind of shit that really makes me wonder why we even have a justice system.
Michael points at the TV as Roy looks at the news report.
Roy Wheeler: Have you been listening to a word I've said?
Michael Monroe: Roman is behind all of this. The so called most feared man in the entire city and anyone who has any dirt on him gets executed like a lamb to the slaughter.
Roy Wheeler: Michael, I'm not even talking about that.
Roy trys to draw his attention away.
Michael Monroe: If someone could stand up to that asshole, he would be behind bars.
Michael ignores what Roy is saying to him as he continues watching the news.
Michael Monroe: I know what you said, Roy. And I get it, but this is also something everyone needs to get. Roman and his goon squad destroying lives and inflicting fear on the innocent. Something has to be done.
Roy begins to notice a group of four men sitting at a table behind them starting to look over at them, not in a way of agreeing, but in a way of suspicion.
Roy Wheeler: Michael, Michael, you gotta quiet it down.
Roy tells him while keeping an eye on the four men.
Michael Monroe: Why? Because everyone else is?
Michael questions, not aware of the four large men approaching them. Roy again tries to talk him down, but Michael ignores his warning as the four men are now standing behind him. Michael takes a drink of his beer and sets it down then stands up from his seat and turns around to face the men.
Michael Monroe: So. Which one of you would like to send the message to your boss?
Michael questions, showing no fear or intimidation as he stares at the men.
Bartender: Hey! Whatever this is take it outside.
The men ignore her as Michael studies the four men surrounding him as he balls his hands into fists and in an instant, catches the one on the left about to punch him as he blocks it and goes on the attack. The four men try to gang up on him, but Roy aids Michael and together the two friends easily overpower and defeat the group until one of the men takes out his gun and goes to shoot him, but Michael rolls out of the way and the bartender winds up being shot instead. Michael tackles the man to the ground, snatches his gun away as both he and Roy hold them at gunpoint.
Michael Monroe: Check on her.
Michael instructs keeping the gun on the four men while Roy goes to check on the bartender.
Roy Wheeler: Alarm was triggered. We gotta get the hell out of here.
Before they can depart several police units have already arrived and enter the bar with guns and tasers drawn. Michael and Roy drop the guns as they put their hands up to surrender.
The four men are taken into custody, while the bartender that was shot is placed into an ambulance and will survive, having only suffered a flesh wound to her arm. She tells the officers that Michael and Roy are innocent and the four men are the ones who started the brawl. Returning home, Michael goes to the kitchen to get a drink when Trevor startles him by sitting at the table.
Trevor Monroe: Still can't stay out of trouble, can you little brother?
Michael Monroe: It wasn't what it seemed.
Trevor Monroe: A brawl at the same place where the cage fight just so happened to be, isn't what it seemed?
Michael Monroe: It was four assholes that either side with Roman Galloway or work for him. Regardless they heard me speaking negative things about him and tried to attack us. They shot the bartender.
Trevor Monroe: They shot the bartender?
Michael Monroe: Well, not on purpose. They intended to shoot me, but I got out of the way and the bullet pierced her shoulder. She'll pull through.
Trevor Monroe: Michael, you're my brother and I love you. But, you have got to leave that Roman Galloway stuff alone and leave it to us. Trust me when I say, I am doing all I can to dig up dirt on him and bring it to light.
Trevor explains to him as he gets up from the table.
Michael Monroe: You need to understand, though, that he has bought out almost the entire department. How do you not know if they haven't sold you out yet?
Trevor Monroe: Well if they have, then I will deal with them when the time comes. Just, please, let me handle it.
Michael Monroe: I can't promise that I will.
Trevor starts to say but is cut off.
Michael Monroe: People have been murdered when they have found evidence of what he has done! That is why nobody will stand up to him nor will they bring it to the police or the FBI because he finds out and assassinates them! If you go at this alone, I fear that you will be among them!
Michael says, raising his voice at the thought of Trevor possibly being harmed.
Michael Monroe: You are the only family I have left and if something happens to you-. Michael trails off as Trevor approaches him and places his hand on his shoulder.
Trevor Monroe: We've both been through alot of shit in our lives, Michael. There were times when you were overseas, I thought you would never make it home except in a box. And yet, you did come back alive. Not in the most honorable way, but still, you are standing here right now. You did your duty and protected this country, so now it's my turn to protect you. Let me do my job and do what needs to be done.
Trevor explains as Michael looks at him with tears building up in his eyes and he wipes them away.
Michael Monroe: Do what you have to do and bring that son of a bitch down.
Michael tells him and the two brothers embrace each other.
Trevor Monroe: I have an early shift tomorrow. Likely be on patrol all day, I can send you what I've dug up so far. For safe keepings.
Trevor and Michael two walk outside to his patrol car.
Michael Monroe: I'm taking the day off tomorrow. Manny is going to run the shop along with Jackson and Oscar. Going to go see Clint. See how his new business is holding up. You be careful out there, Trevor and stay safe.
Trevor nods to him in agreement as he climbs into his car and rolls the window down.
Trevor Monroe: Stay out of trouble, little brother and if you happen to find anything regarding Roman, send it to me. We're a team, Mike.
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