This was time for a moral dilemma check. Frank was working in his lobby at his hotel room thinking of a plan to get the word out on the evil that existed in the form of the World Government. This was the problem of the sheep that inhabited this world. They were so used to being fed the metaphorical wisdom of the powers that were in effect that whenever the real was actually being given to them they were unable to decipher what was being said as the truth aside from what was being said as nothing more than false wisdom given by those who knew not what they were actually trying to speak because of all the lies that had been fed to them by those who they worshiped as idols. 

Frank slammed his hand on the desk in the room as he realized that he was breaking the rule he set and that was that he would stop thinking so much because of the stress that it put on him and damage it had been doing to his health. His recommendation was to relax and chill for a second before he tried to put any more work in the plans he had been setting up. He sighed, put his hands on his head and realized he should go out for a stroll around the island. Something that could clear his mind and help him focus on himself rather than the ideas he was going to put in effect for the world once he developed the ability to do so. He gathered his things and was off with his stroll. 

A nice breeze seemed to break through the atmosphere of the Island as he was feeling much better the moment he had just stepped out. He saw smiling faces and people saying hi. He was enjoying the people being happy as it was nice to see that even in a world plagued as this one was he was able to enjoy a few luxuries with those who existed with him. His smile turned into a struggle filled frown as he noticed that one of the shop keepers was frantically walking around the front of his shop. Sorry sir, but what has you so troubled. The shop keeper stopped so quickly that he damn near fell on his face from being so surprised. Fucking pirates: They kidnapped my son and expect me to play a heavy toll that they are aware I don’t have in order to get him back and now I don’t have any idea on what I should do. Frank cracked his knuckles fiercely and figured that he had just found himself something to do today. You give me the info and I got your back shop keep bro.

The shop keep took a second to calm the fuck down then ran the info and the plan down with his knight in a black and white suit. Frank was too geeked to go smash some heads and the fuck with thieves and play hero for a second would make him look pretty good just in case he needed to gain something from the town people of this island. He got what he needed from the guy and was off to meet at the drop off point with a briefcase of what looked like to actual have money in it but in reality and this was the genius of Frank and how it was able to come in play at times of dire need. The case was actually filled with grass that was cut and neat to make it resemble that of beli. This was to through the kidnappers off. For a second measure Frank had also painted it to make it appear as beli as well as the only thing that would ruin the illusion was that they in one way had the feel of actual currency.

Frank was off to the point. The mood of the city seemed to have come to some sort of stall as most of the people that he had seen when he first stepped out had vanished back in to their places of residence leaving most of the city as barren as the womb of a mother within her mid adulthood. He did not like the place that he was supposed to be meeting them. It was in the back part of the wooded area not that far from the city. He looked around and noticed that the sky had taken the moon hostage as the clouds covered most of it from the view of those on the bottom below it. He felt it almost poetic but maintained focus as he heard the sound of rustling in the underbrush. 

A man appeared in a cloak, the bulge on the side of the cloak more than like a pistol as it looked too big to be a sword. You got the money? You got the boy? The man in the cloak whistled and two more people appeared from the brush each with their hand on the boy that he had come here to grab. Frank kicked them the case and they thrust the boy in his direction with the boy running full speed. Where is my daddy?  I want my daddy! Frank patted the boy on the head resting him assure that he was here to bring him to his dad. Hey wait a minute. This cash is fake. We been duped. Let’s get em. Frank pushed the boy to the side and told him to stay back so he would not get hurt or be in the way.

The time for chit chat was basically skipped over as the goons were not trying to hear any of what he was not saying. Frank was not trying to pay peace keeper as was not in the mood to be nice to a group of goons who tried and failed to take advantage of a man and his son. That was the kind of bull that he was not able to let just slide by so fuck the diplomatic bullshit and the low-key type of his actions. He wanted to fight. He was in the step of his own style known as the Jab step which was kind of like dance mixed with kick boxing. Each enemy removed their cloaks and showed just random thieves garb which they probably stole from some other poor local. 

One had a pistol, one had a knife, and the other just had some gloves. Frank calculated what he would do while keeping his eye on the adversaries to make sure no funny business would be tried. He figured that seeing as how he was a close combat fighter that it would be a smart decision to take on the enemy that was the most of a threat which was the one that was toting the pistol. The three goons devised no plan it would seem or at least a small one as the two close fighter broke formation running to each side and staying out of vision of the one toting the pistol who was lining his sights to strike Frank. Frank had his wings undeployed just in case they would be needed and currently this appeared to be the case. He waited until the men the man with the pistol would fire and as he did, Frank took a step forward before leaping forward and using his now deployed wings would use the combined momentum of his step along with the updraft from his wings in order to propel himself to barrel at the chest of the man using the pistol before he would be able to get a clear shot off in time. Frank hit the guy in the chest with his forearm but in a combo fashion would hit the guy with two quick strikes combined with his first each to the jaw and back to back. The guy flew back unconscious. 

The two that Frank had not been focused on followed his movement and because of his carelessness were able to get the drop on him with the fist thief catching him slightly in the side with his fist while the sword guy was able to capitalize cutting the back of his forearm. Frank winced but continued on taking advantage of the close combat situation by dipping low and once more in back to back fashion dealing a sweeping leg strike to each of their legs hearing a nice rip of something within the back of their knees that caused them to have to shift most of their body weight to the opposite knee. The blood from his wound was dripping on the ground and his side was kind of aching but it would have to be dealt with later as the enemies were trying to get up and Frank knew that with his injuries he would have to be smart and consistent with his assault. As they tried to stagger up from the bended knee position, Frank would jump quickly aiming a knee that was propelled by his wings at the chin of the guy. The knee would connect snapping the guys neck back but Frank did not have time to check on the well-being of the guy as time was of the essence. Recovering and acting from the knee strike Frank delivered a spin left heel kick at the side of the throat of the man with the sword knocking him a few feet away but otherwise unconscious. He sighed as he knew that more than likely one of them was at least dead but felt that this was the only way to get out of this contest alive and so he glided away from the scene with the son in tow.

He arrived at the home of the guy who had requested his help and saw the happy smile of a family now reunited. The man thanked him a thousand times before giving him a small some in exchange for his help. Thank you sir Thank you again. Frank waved back at the man. No problem bro. Hate to see bullying. You two have a great day. Without any word, Frank was off.

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