Duck Seekin'

        In South Town, USA...

 

         "Hm, this must be the place," Ty insisted, pulling into a parking spot of a nightclub in his '94 Dauer 962 LM. The young man had to cut his yearly summer New York trip after joining the tournament. He got out of the car, inspecting the 'ILLUSIONS' sign glowing brightly as he proceeded to the entrance.

 

         Soon inside, trap music blared from the speakers of the club as Ty scoped out the room. He soon laid eyes on the bar and lumbered to it, parched after driving from New York to South Town. He settled into his stool as a blonde woman with a bob cut in a yellow cardigan and purple jean short shorts approached him with a smile.

 

         "Hello, sir. How may I be of service to you tonight?" The woman bowed, awaiting his order.

 

         "Water on the rocks please," Ty responded.

 

         The woman nodded, "As you wish, seer."

 

         Before she went to make his drink, Ty had one more thing, "Also, ma'am. I request the person, Duck King. It's personal business."

 

         "I see. If you don’t mind to wait, he should be done in a half hour," The woman informed earnestly.

 

         The woman's face furrowed her brows, "However, I won’t tolerate any potential requests that will put him in danger. He is my friend and business partner after all."

 

         Ty put his hands up ala a criminal to a cop, "I understand; I come in peace and shall leave in peace. You have my word."

 

         "Good," The woman smiled, walking away to fulfill Ty's request.

 

         A half hour later...

 

         "Yo, this the guy, King?" A middle aged man with a yellow mohawk and clout goggles asked the woman as they approached Ty.

 

         King nodded, "Yeah, Ducky. Here you are, sir."

 

         "Thank you, ma'am," Ty praised, standing to Duck.

 

         Duck lifted his goggles to get a good look before his eyes widened, "No way, Veinte!? Man, it's been a while!!"

 

         "Yeah, it seemed like last night at the Terrordome," Ty remembered as the two shared a hug.

 

         "Hmm, I take it that you two have crossed paths before?" King asked, looking on the heartwarming scene with a smile.

 

         Duck released Ty and vice versa, "Hell yeah, man! I came across Veinte over a spot called the Terrordome in NY during my tour."

 

         "Yeah, he breathed some fresh air amongst the clout chasers but that's neither here or there. Duck, I need a solid from you. I got invited to this tournament called the King Of Fighters and I need to make a team," Ty explained as King's and Duck's interest perked up.

 

         "The King Of Fighters?!" Duck and King exclaimed in shock.

 

         Ty's eyebrow arched upwards, "Y'all know about it?"

 

         "I'm one of the regulars. Either leading or running alongside with a team. This year, it's the latter," King replied with a hint of pride.

 

         "I joined one tournament awhile back with two homeboys of mine. You lookin' to recruit me ain't cha?" Duck smirked.

 

         Ty shrugged, "Why else would I come here? Now, you wanna join or nah?"

 

         "I'll join buuuut I want to see if you can stack up against the heavy hitters of KOF first. This ain't your run of the mill tournament filled with pit fighters, my dude," Duck warned sincerely.

 

         "It can't be that bad right?" Ty prodded.


That's one down on finding a partner.

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