Tales of New Amsterdam
Actually a Meta
Louis Montana, the overweight and brooding fellow who works the bar at the place in Harlem recently demonstrated why he is so tolerant of metas. One night, Dermot was out associating with undesirables in his attempt to secure all the materials he needs for developing tools and weapons for the team. This led, however, to him leading a few low level thugs back to the bar. They followed him in, seeking to extend their territory to include Dermot and whatever this bar was. What they didn’t count on, was Louis.
Louis calmly asked them to leave after their first round of demands. After their second he stepped out from behind the bar, and they noticed how large he actually was. They never finished making their third round of demands while waving firearms. Dermot, busy cowering underneath a table, only noticed that Louis was shot several times in the ensuring struggle, shots which would have killed an ordinary human being. Louis, however, barely slowed down as he beat all of the interlopers with a baseball bat. Having chased them off, he muttered something about “damn blood stains” before slowly meandering back behind the bar to get a bucket and mop.