Verona's Trinity - Comic {Script}

•FRESH START•

Adam and Edvin walked into Denzel's garage, which he keeps out in the woods, fairly far from the city part of Verona. It helps hide the place better. If someone reported the weapon storage they'd be over with. Adam looked around the garage, amazed. I've never been in here before... He ran the gambling bit, not the underground part of the business. He didn't know the first thing about building illegal weapons. All he knew is how to find buyers. Adam picked up a grenade and looked at it, while Edvin walked towards the back and called for the two head-manufacturers. "DENZEL, CORBIN, BOSS IS HERE! WE'RE NOT DONE YET RATS."

Denzel, followed by Corbin ran up to the two. He straighted his back and spoke enthusiastically. "Hey man! I was plannin' on selling these off to some outta town people, but.. they cancelled a little too late. I was gonna make big money too.." Corbin wrapped his arm around Denzel. "And THAT leaves us with two options!" He spoke in a very, very strong southern accent. Adam sighed. Oh God not these two. ".. aghh, what are my options?"

Denzel pushed Corbin back a bit. "Well, we've only got 2 eligible buyers. We're basically in control of the mob war right now." Adam's eyes widened. "Mob war? Oh God don't tell me-" Corbin cut him off, rudely. "We either sell these babies off to the Mafia, or we support the Syndicate! We could fuel one side, and make big money, heh?" Corbin interrupted himself. "I say we sell to the Mafia!"

"Nuh uh, that's like ASKING for turmoil." Denzel argued with him. "We sell to the Mafia we are DEAD. They'll be on our side, but they'll use this to blow everybody up! And we'd be betraying the contract ya dad made. This ain't peace."

"But if they blow everyone up, we'll be the only ones they DONT blow up." Corbin cut him off. Again. "If we sell 'em to the Syndicate, that'll make the both of us powerful enough to take down Kurtis and the ugly dude!" "Plus, why would we support the group that took us down in the first place?" Denzel and Corbin went back and forth like cats and dogs. Nothing to worry about, they always make up.

Adam yelled and forced them to stop arguing. "ENOUGH." He was silent for a moment, then made his decision. "I have tensions with the Syndicate, don't get me wrong. ... But getting money from the Mafia isn't worth the damage it'll do to us all. They're the reason we're in this mess in the first place, anyway. It's not like the syndicate blew up our base."

Adam stepped forward a bit. "We're selling the artillery to Damek. Our efforts from now on will be going towards taking down the Mafia. One man at a time."

"And getting your Casino back~" Edvin jumped in. "... Right?"

Adam was so overcome with the desire for vengeance he completely forgot why he was doing this, and what he lost. "Yeah." He said. "And bringing back Spades." Edvin commanded the two. "Get Master Viktoria II on the phone, and you, Corbin, pack up the weapons! You heard the boss!"

In the syndicate warehouse...

"WITTBĒ, WE WERE ROBBED!" Damek shouted at his vice commander, Elijah Wittbē, frantically. "WHERE IS THE ARTILLERY, AND MY PRECIOUS PRECIOUS REVOLVE-" Wittbē interrupted him gently, trying to make him stop panicking. "Panicking will do us no good, master." He stepped over to an empty plot where one of their rocket launchers were, and a few rows of AR-15s. "A robbery typically speaks for itself." His British accent prominent. He pointed at a long, light brown strand of hair. "Recognize this?"

"Dallas would never do something like that, he's like a son to me! A SON Wittbē!" He shouted in a panicking tone. Wittbē shook his head. "No.. not even close. Who else is 4'10 and has hair that reaches his hips?"

"This is no time for your riddles, Wittbē! We were robbed, Wittbē!"he grabbed his vice and shook him around like an old lady who just got her purse snatched. Wittbē set his hand on his shoulder and assured him. "... Kurtis."

"Oh, you're brilliant Elijah, just brilliant! THAT DAMN KURTIS IS GONNA GET IT I TELL YOU I'LL SLIT HIS THROA-"

"You cannot act in malice in this situation, Sir." Wittbē smirked, a bit maliciously. "Well.. not in wrath. You must be stealthy about it. We may not have weapons, but the Lord will provide for us, master. There are underground weapon dealers who would be eager to let us open our wallets to them." He leaned down to his master, his round framed glasses reflecting a beam of light into his face. "I say once we purchase new weaponry, we have a surprise attack on the man of protection."

Dallas walked in, rushing to Wittbē, holding a ringing phone. "Sir, it's our past dealers. They say they have artillery they're looking to get rid of." Wittbē looked over at Damek and smiled. ".. see? After we get our weapons, our next course of action is in your hands. My words are merely a suggestion to your power." He picked up the phone and spoke with Denzel. They planned on meeting the day after for the exchange.

TO BE CONTINUED...