Three Brood Instigators

43. Supportive Hand

"OVER TWENTY FIRETRUCKS APPROACHED TO PUT DOWN A BURNING VETERAN'S RETIREMENT HOME"

"SNOW APPROACHED EARLY IN EASTERN STATES"

"LUMBERJACK CHOPS DOWN TREES TO DONATE TO FOUR ORPHANAGE HOMES IN KANSAS CITY"

"Drock, whatever you are trying to do, it is getting us anywhere!" Febby argued.

"Always blame, always try to seduce the vote, don't ya?!" Drock said. "This is progress, Febby we will be more than harvest blood with this!"

"I disagree," Febby said.

"Febby, look, we do business, we do business right, that is what Cutter says," Drock seduced.

"I don't comprehend how this correlates," Febby didn't fall for it.

"Man don't give me that high-society English bullcrap!" Drock said. "You said it yourself that you wanted to remain this town, so we do business in this town, we earn money in this town," Drock said. "Otherwise we will just scurry off like rats or, or cockroaches for all I care, like lots of people living in this town."

"Look this ain't about getting lots of greens..." Febby said.

'It never was," Drock said.

"Drock, as much as I feel bad for Clayne, I can't seem to find justice behind you boys killing that husband and wife," Febby said.

"Well as much as I feel bad to what the underground has been through, assuming they 'really' has been to crap, it was outrageous for them to make us give up a big score we finally got with our own bare hands!" Drock said. "I sold the bonds, they have their share."

"And I bet you've spend them for some useless shit, what is it this time? More jewelry, reckless shit with Eli, repeating that cycle all over again that every month you'll kill at least two stones, make a world record, is that it, huh, perhaps earn high and drain us all is that it?"

"We need to get somewhere, Febby, you know that, I did those things because I know it will get me, I mean us, somewhere, and it did, I am starting to soften up with the underground, and so did they," he said. "And you know, saying, just saying, with all the plans they are having this very while, we might be more powerful than Bangors sooner or later."

"Oh, fuck, did you spend a bar with Eli or something?" Febby questioned knowing.

"This is a chance," he said. "You said you wanted in."

"This recklessness will lead us into trouble, can't you just see that for once," Febby argued.

"Well, perhaps we should ask Eli that, he's onto something, and I need to be apart of it, a high-profile invasion, that is," Drock said. "You want proof, the guy's wearing a white suit first time in our life, a white suit, bringing a case, only five men guarding every day, nothing severe."

"It doesn't feel right, Drock," Febby said.

Drock couldn't tell her anymore. "Well, the deal was you should never argue against me, why bother?" Drock said, leaving.

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!" she screamed out loud. "You know that, right?"

Drock then responded, "Of course, I do so too."

Drock approached Goran having his breakfast with the goth girl.

"Look, if you need company, you know the line to call," Goran sent a word, forming a phone sign to his two hands.

"Man, your accent makes it worse, don't be in touch with my sights again, creepo!" the goth girl left.

Drock chuckled, patting the amateurishness of Goran. "You fucking amateur!" he called.