An older man who looked smart enough to be one of the ones who'd kept himself out of prison over the years more than most spoke up, "What is it that you be wanting to know?"
"September Dawn. Where are they and where are the kids?"
The demeanor of those in the room grew slightly less hostile. One man spoke up, "September Dawn broke up three months back. I should know because I was one of them. Must be a fragment of the group trying for some money or somebody using it as a front. My money is on the latter of the two."
A second speaker spoke, "Someone bought access to uncontested coming and going from the Ninth Ward sewer lot. They bought protection for three months. That was two months ago now. Don't want to see no kid getting their head cut off. Bad for business that is."
Elon walked toward the second speaker even as Zora ached to pull the trigger and put a shell into the man for connotating the priority of business higher than the lives of children. Elon was staring at the man harshly and it was clear that he doubted the man's story.
The man went for his gun.
Zora blew his head off without a moment's hesitation.
The man's compatriot at the table was staring in horror at the headless occupant of the seat next to him. Zora's shucked another shell in and the man's fearful gaze went to her before it refocused on Elon, who had begun to talk, "There is no Ninth sewer Ward. There is an Eighth and a Twelfth, but no Ninth, 10th, or 11th."
"Old warehouse down by Itasca Boulevard! That's where they are I swear!" The man cried out in fear.
Elon nodded, "Okay, I believe you, but tell me what should I do with someone who would let little kids get slaughtered for his own gain?"
"Let me go! I won't do it ever again I swear!" The man cried out in desperation.
"We'll make sure of it to be sure." Said the older man who had spoken first.
The scared informant glanced around at the hard faces in the room with fear, who were all staring at him now.
Elon gave him one last dismissive glance, "Enjoy your drink."
Elon headed for the door and Zora backed out of the bar after him, shotgun at the ready.
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The older man addressed the room at large, "Take him out back with the rest of the trash."
Several of the patrons of the establishment got up to drag the sniveling man begging for his life out the back way as they picked up clubs and bats along the way. For some, killing kids may have turned into a business, but for others children were still something priceless that should be protected.