Fixer POV
It was time.
At last.
Tank and I were leaning against the bar, watching as the members settled into their chairs or against the wall and got ready for part two. They talked animatedly with each other, as if this hadn't affected them, but we all know it had; it had gotten very heated with some, no tears, only anger, lots and lots of anger.
This should be more interesting and hopefully fruitful.
My chance to ask questions had arrived.
They brought the accountant in, he was a large man, not as big as Zero, or Tank, but was larger than Blaze and Prez, he didn't look so good, most likely hadn't slept much, his wrists, ankles, and chest where the ropes restrained him, were bleeding from his efforts to escape his confines, not sure what he thought he could do, if he had managed t
