If there was any other solution, Wonsik would have taken it in a heartbeat. But he'd been backed into a corner and there was no escape.
It was his day off, but Kim Wonsik had been awake since six in the morning - bundled up in thick orange parka with hot coffee in hand; down in the apartment garage. The bonnet of his sleek chevy impala was propped open, air filter left exposed and its heavy battery plugged up to a million tiny machines that showed it just didn’t have enough juice in it. The empty garage echoed the curses and the hopeless clicks of the engine trying to start up, Ravi’s boot kicking one of those air tight tires more than once. By nine am, three coffees later and a whole can of nulon instant engine starter later, the Chevy was growling like a content tiger once more. It gave him a hour to get up stairs, quickly shower, shave and get dressed for his appointment. Not that he wanted to go in the first place.
This car had been given to him by the Penguin during the months he’d gone cold turkey to the Black Mask – the black market dealer had spoilt him like a prince and Wonsik almost felt dirty doing this to the man. But he had higher priorities, and gaining back Black Mask’s trust was number one. When the man had offered to help him fix up the muscle car for free, there was no way that Ravi could simply say no. He’d been given an address and a time, it wasn’t unfamiliar and instead made him cringe.
Molly’s was a name known too well to both Officer Ravi and Deadshot. The numerous times he had found himself breaking through the windows with gun in hand and the night sky echoing with police sirens and police dogs howling was too many to count. But what he really loathed about the place was one certain person; one certain person he knew would be meeting him as he parked his car in its spot and listened to the engine die.
With a deep breath, Wonsik pulled himself from the car, swinging the car keys on his index finger as he shut the door behind him and headed to the small office on the main floor. Krystal (or Krystal Meth as Ravi put it) was the last person he wanted to see, despite the fact he had known her for the longest time. His nose wrinkled, just thinking about having to talk to his ex-girlfriend.
He tapped his keys against the office door, trying to compose the negativity and excessive exhaustion he felt that day; the quicker he got this done he could just drive away.
