Splatoon: Security in Chaos

Fresh Eggs

"What do you mean they took out the train gang?" The man demanded.

"They pulled off some trick with a suitcase," The Inkling replied, "I think they could be our ticket to get things running again."

The man looked at his decrepit shop, the chaos of the city and fees for passing through gang turf safely, he sighed, he knew that their services would not be cheap given the deeds he was about to ask of them, but what choice did he have?

"Bring them to me," he demanded.

"Of course," The Inkling replied, "Mr. Grizz..."

Albert looked out over his turf, a few who wished to avoid combat had taken refuge at the train station, providing other services such as scavenging cooking, and maintenance of the walls and turrets established over the last two weeks to protect the area. While the station was secure as a refuge and escape for those who wished to escape the chaos, the lack of combatants made expansion difficult to say the least. In the last two weeks Albert and Terry had made only moderate territorial gains fighting nearby gangs.

What they needed was manpower, but Albert refused to draft noncombatants into the fray, knowing that to do so was selfish and wrong. While he was a prideful and spiteful man, he was a man of his morals. It was there choice to fight, and his duty to protect those who would not as a leader.

Terry fired a round of blue ink at an Inkling in a fisherman outfit as she approached the wall.

She stuck her hands in the air, "Hey! Hey! I come in peace!"

Albert approached, having heard the commotion, "What's the word Terry?"

"I don't know she doesn't look like she's from any of the local gangs," Terry replied.

"No need to shoot at someone who's not shooting back," Albert replied, "I'm going in. Watch my back."

Terry nodded in understanding.

Albert jumped the wall and approached the Inkling. She wielded a Tenta Brella, kept ready to fire at her hip, and wore a standard issue Grizzco uniform. She had long green hair and green eyes. She greeted Albert with a nod, "My boss has an offer for you."

Set set a wooden bear carving on the ground, and after a second or two if radio static a voice crackled through, "Ah, is this Albert?"

Albert nodded, "Yessir it is."

"I understand you have taken refugees under your wing but are... say," the voice continued, "Lacking in manpower."

"Who is this?" Albert demanded.

"Mr. Grizz of Grizzco industries," the voice replied, "Now, I beleive we can help each other Albert."

"Go on," Albert requested.

"I have been unable to conduct by business due to the take over of the docks by a gang taking and hoarding power eggs for themselves," Mr. Grizz explained, "Power eggs that could improve living conditions and allow trains to transport refugees faster."

"That's all well and good," Albert conceded, "And I would love to help. The good of the people does take priority, but as you said we can't spare the men."

"I can supply you with soldiers to do as you see fit," Mr. Grizz replied, "I can fund them, my employees are chomping at the bit for any work, even if it's fighting under your banner. Take the docks, and we can take the city together. This chaos is... bad for business."

"If it'll help these refugees you have a deal," Albert confirmed, "When do we attack?"

"Tonight," Mr. Grizz replied, "My best gunman, Ms. Cara, will assist you in this matter."