Independent Row

78. Dysfunctioned [Confront Gargamel]

"Take me to Coldwater, Michigan." Grover decided

"Uhm....ok.....there is an airport.....in Battle Creek, a few miles from Coldwater." The male attendant said

"I'll take it." Grover then paid the ticket directly. The ticket was then given. "Thank you." He thanked

He then told Tulio about it, all Tulio replied was with neutrality but nonetheless loyalty to Grover's decision. He bowed to go on this tribulent journey with him. They then rode an Allegiant Air to Battle Creek, to end Gargamel's misery that caused Grover's misery himself, that haunted his kind for the rest of his life.

Arriving at the state, they then rented two bikes in the nearby rental, and set pedal to their target's location. They both had a conversation first;

"So..........you are up for Gargamel instead. Well......." Tulio stated for him

"I do not ask for an opinion Tulio!." Grover warned

"I was just being receptive to this Grover." Tulio advised calmly

"I KNOW!. Ok. I. I am sorry but....I know. It is just.....these things are hard to decide.....I decide what I thought must be right.....and must be done." Grover angered, and then reasoned respectfully knowing how rageous that was

"This is purely your decision right....not Bough's?." Tulio made sure

"His decision or not. We both agree that Gargamel is a curse that plagues our life. He abused me. He was lost, he was the one who TRULY broke the family apart!, not me. He keeps blaming me for all the troubles the Zondars were cursed with, when reality it was him all along." Grover explained his endurance

"Why him?." Tulio asked

"I. I don't want him to lurk around the streets no more. What he is doing should be over. Salala he......I can't bare for him you know..........Salala only killed Row with his intentions but.........Gargamel was.....was........I can't speak or advocate for him anymore......he is not easily forgiven.....Salala is. This must be done....whether I like it or not..........least that if he is gone......I won't have to worry about the nightmares coming from him again." Grover said

"Alright. I. I respect your decision. There won't be coming back from this my prince." Tulio reminded

"The past can be a pain, but the only way to survive the future is to leave it behind. I learnt it from both Gargamel and Row, Salala managed to fight it, they don't. Question is could I fight it?. Guess we will see." Grover spoken

Arriving at the main security gate of the warehouse, there was a guard with a tuxedo guarding it.

"Well. There you go again, high reoutation means high class." Tulio said

"Well lucky for us the warehouse is wide open, we can just enter from the cliffs." Grover realized as there were no fences and there was only one guard post and one gaurd outside, so much for security

"That could just work." Tulio acknowledged

"Yeah. They are so dumb not having fences." Grover mocked

"Well you should know that they most likely rented the place, well come on then." Tulio said

They then walked to the west of the cliffs, into the woods. Then they got put of the woods to the east and jumped down to the back of the warehouse. Knowing how big the warehouse is and there are relative security guards nearby with lots of drugsmen in protection against the law, they then snuck to the front of the warehouse road, hiding behind a crate, seeing what's up.

After half an hour, they found something and peeked out of the crate, Gargamel is mess. His skins are now wrinkled, darker, his eyes is like a catfish on a dirty swamp pond, his teeth is not yellow, it's gold, and it was only a few, his lips has dark red scars, his clothes hid his bruised body, and his clothes lack retrospect, and Grover saw that Gargamel is no longer the Gargamel he knew, he changed. Everyone was leaving the drug convention in their respective transport, Gargamel was seen dealing with a drugman.