Fish in a barrel

The following days were quite productive for Logan. He was capable of winning his hand to hand training sessions against multiple opponents with relative ease thanks to Fracture increasing his motor functions, hand-eye coordination, and muscle memory. These boons also made him an expert marksman in both rifles and smaller firearms.

Cherries was quickly becoming the most popular spot for the local night life. The girls that cared to do "extra" services for their clients did so in the relative safety of local hotels. Logan kept from sampling the wares to keep his employer/employee relationship as professional as possible. But that didn't stop him from having extravagant parties with many beautiful ladies at his home. Nor did it stop him from getting lap dances from the girls either. It was purely business after all, and he was never shy about fucking his wife or girlfriend when he got too riled up.

After two weeks of relative peace, Fracture felt Kristin's anxiety spike as she entertained a customer.

"Come on Greg, I really don't wanna talk about Logan. Let's just enjoy each other for a few minutes. Like last time."

"Aw don't be like that. I'm just curious is all. The guy has to have some dirty little secrets he shares with you guys. I like hearing gossip." Greg pressed. His orders were clear, get more information on Logan. No compromises and no excuses.

Greg massaged one of Kristin's smooth toned legs when she didn't immediately reply. "Come on. You scratch my back and I'll scr-". His attempted sweet talk was cut short as he was firmly clapped on the shoulder from behind.

"Stop bothering my girls." Logan said with a calm confidence.

"The man of the hour himself." Greg replied with a grin, hoping to disarm his target. "Actually I was hoping I'd run into you. I'd love to pick your brain. Maybe get some pointers on building my own business." Greg's briefing prior to coming here had put the threat level as low and didn't forbid him from speaking with Logan directly. Besides, Logan seemed like a decent guy, someone he could trust.

"Sounds good. We can head to the main office. It's better for a private conversation." Logan led Greg without complaint through the low lighting. Within moments Logan ushered his unaware captive into the seclusion of the office.

"Hey Chels, this is Greg. Could you give us the room for a minute."

Greg smiled warmly, his head feeling foggy. He briefly wondered how Logan knew his name, but Kristin probably told him. It shouldn't be anything to worry about.

Chelsea eyed her husband and his visitor before getting up from behind the desk. "Sure thing babe. But if anyone grabs my ass out there, I'll kick yours." She gave Logan a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

"Well now Greg, I think it's about time you answered some questions."

Greg's counter argument was caught in his throat as he watched Logan transform. Dark crimson tendrils erupted from Logan's back and wrapped his form tight like a living bodysuit. Greg's eyes grew wide as he stared at the terrifying mask that was now Logan's face. A mask that split unevenly at the mouth and revealed multiple rows of long, needle like teeth.

Logan's arm shot up and extended to cover his prisoners mouth before he could scream. He watched as Greg clawed and kicked as he was being lifted off the ground. With a thought he **** a tendril into Greg's throat. He didn't have time to be subversive. He didn't have the desire to make it painless either.

Greg convulsed as he felt his insides being filled with foreign matter. Foam formed at his mouth as he felt his mind slipping. He felt pain so intense that it had crossed the threshold of physical and was almost spiritual. Greg lost himself and found God. And the word of his God was *suffer*.

Logan felt as if the knowledge in Greg's brain was being whispered into his. Some words were faint, others were very clear. *(Assess, Cherries, Logan, Logan capabilities, assess, Zenith. )* Logan dropped the poor soul after what had felt an eternity. He watched an entire life through the eyes of another person's memories in the span of moments. The only reason he remained sane and grounded was because of Fracture.

Once released Greg unceremoniously crumbled to the carpet. His eyes wide as saucers as he mumbled to himself, questioning his very existence. A question his God answered for him.

"You will be our way into Zenith." Logan commented in his terrifying double voice as he lifted Greg off the ground be his hair. Fracture imparted a command to Greg before Logan set him down again.

Greg obeyed to the letter. He left the office, thanking Chelsea and apologizing to Kristin before driving to dock 22 on the northeast end of town. He opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and drank the entire bottle in one sitting. After 5 minutes he drove off the pier.

Greg remained motionless as the water began to rise. He would suffer, Zenith would suffer. His God commanded it.