With a comically large serving of ice cream Peter was sat in the interview room across from Brian and Samantha. Samantha was holding a folder with the information they had gathered now that they knew who he was.
"Peter Martinez, born and raised in Peoria, Illinois. 25 years old, went to Illinois State on a baseball scholarship, dropped out after two years. Spent the next six years traveling the world. Both parents at home, seemingly a pretty normal life, a squeaky clean record. How does a guy like that end up working for a guy like Karasovitch?" She asked.
"And more importantly, how does a guy like that escape FBI custody with a trace?" Brian added.
"It's pretty simple on both accounts." Peter said through bites of ice cream. "I started working for that guy because I needed money. As for how I got out of here, I just walked out. It's not my fault nobody noticed me." He said dismissively. "It's nothing special."
"You seem like you have some real skills, you could probably go legit. You'd probably make more money too, so why fight in an underground promotion?" She asked.
"I get nervous in front of crowds." Peter said sarcastically.
"Hey don't get smart with us!" Brian said as he slammed his fist on the desk.
Peter was unfazed. "Is this supposed to be some kind of good cop bad cop routine? If you ask me you both seem like bad cops."
Brian started to lose his composure again so Samantha had to have him go outside to calm down again.
"Let's move on, you seem to have traveled to a lot of places the past six years. Japan, China, Thailand, all across Europe, Mexico and then you come back to the states a couple months ago. What were you doing out of the country all those years?" She asked.
"I was following my dream." For the first time Peter's expression seemed to get serious. "I wanted to be the world's strongest man."
"I see, so you traveled the world training martial arts?"
"Yeah pretty much."
"I see very interesting." She said as she was making notes. "So listen, I'd be interested in sitting here and learning more about you, but we have more pressing issues to get into. You're facing some pretty serious charges; resisting arrest, assaulting a federal agent, along with all the charges that go with taking part in an unsanctioned fighting organization. You're looking at some serious prison time."
"So?" Peter said disinterested again.
"So, it'd be pretty inconvenient for you to have to deal with all these charges and prison sentences right? So, I'm thinking that we can make a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Peter said through a yawn.
"If you help us take down your boss, we can figure out a reduced sentence. How does that sound?"
"Wait take down my boss? He's just a guy who pays me to fight. I don't even know what you're talking about."
"You don't know what Karasovitch is up to? Where do I even start? Arms dealing, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, and murder. Just to name a few."
"Huh? Really? I kind of thought that he was just a shady businessman who likes to watch fights."
"He's that, plus he runs one of the biggest criminal organizations on the east coast. We're trying to get some concrete evidence that could put him away for good."
"Hmm, if that's the case I could help you guys out."
"And how would you help? You just said you don't know anything about the guy." Brian said as he came back in.
"I know where his office is, if he has anything that could be used as evidence, it would be in there."
"That would be helpful, and I hear he only leaves his office to watch the main event. So you could be our distraction so we can sneak in there."
"Fine, but if we don't get anything in there the deal is off." Brian said reluctantly.
"Sure whatever." Peter said as he extended his hand to shake on their deal.
The next night they were back at the fights and before they went in Brian briefed the team on the plan.
"Alright, the plan is simple. We'll sneak into Karasovitch's office while he's out watching the fight. So Peter, we need you to drag out the fight as long as you can. Are you going to be able to handle that?" He said condescendingly.
"Eh? Yeah whatever." He said though he clearly wasn't listening.
"Hey listen! We need to drag out the fight as long as possible. Do. You. Understand?"
"Yeah I got it. Give me a break. You want me to run the clock down."
"Good. Let get this over with."
The plan was going smoothly, as Karasovitch went out of his office, Samantha and Brian made it into his office with no issues after covertly taking out a few guards. As they were searching the office the fight was starting.
"….. And challenging our champion today, is the European champion! In all the way from Prague in the Czech Republic, he stands 6'5 inches tall, weighing in at 280 pounds, his record is 123-0, it's the "Bohemian Butcher" Henry Kobyla!"
As the fight started the Butcher launched a vicious right hand that was effortlessly parried by Martinez who then instantly KO'd him with a powerful counter punch.
The fight was visible on one of the screens Karasovitch had in his office. "That idiot! We're absolutely screwed now!" Brian screamed in frustration.