The room burst out into a fit of excitent and chatter. This was a far better outco than they could have anticipated. Mrs. Smithy was unable to continue the report for nearly a minute, until everyone simred down.
"As I was explaining," Mrs. Smithy said speaking loudly over the noisy room. "Lisa has only been able to produce enough electricity to power the inner portions of the dam itself. She didn't specifically say when she would be able to produce more. Neither did she say how the electricity would be provided to us. However, she is in contact with a rchant that could bring her the needed materials. Also, Mr. McMathers will fund her project on the pretense that she beat a Match Fighter by the na of Crescent Moon."
Upon hearing that na Gillian perked up. "Crescent Moon? I know of this person." The Council mbers all turned to look his direction. Gillian paid them no mind and continued. "This fighter is probably one of the best in these parts. Also, one of the few fighters from this region to reach Mountain League Tier 10! The man is a local legend."
"Mrs. Smithy, do you think that Lisa or Queen, is capable of beating such an adversary?" Mr. Flanagan asked. I am not to keen on the rankings of the MFA.
Mrs. Smithy shook her head. "I am not sure. I didn't see her fight or personal record. Though she did strike as a strong person."
"Hmm, perhaps we shouldn't bet on her earning the funds to fix the dam." Mr. Flanagan replied leaning back into his seat while rubbing his scruffy chin in thought. "Maybe we should just claim the dam as our own and use the electricity for free." Several other mbers murmured their potential agreent.
"Perhaps you're right." Mr. Zimrman replied, looking towards Mr. Flanagan. "It might be wiser to secure funds for ourselves to fix the dam. Especially if this Lisa doesn't survive the fight, as I hear many in that profession don't, or is too injured to fix it."
"Now let's not be hasty." Gillian said raising a hand. "We shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Mrs. Smithy, is she going to be able to visit us, so we can assess her in person? Perhaps she might actually be lying about the electricity and pulling a scam."
The Council mbers all started speaking amongst themselves again. Mrs. Smithy sighed inwardly, "From this line of questioning, it could be possible. However, I saw the lights with my own eyes." But her opinion did really matter, only the facts she knew did.
"Yes, Lisa is going to eting us soti tomorrow." Mrs. Smithy announced. "We can ask her more specific questions then."
"Sounds good to ." Nathan said for the first ti. He had been sitting back and observing how things were going to proceed. "Mrs. Smithy and Mr. Flanagan, you two need to co up with questions suitable to ask her in regard to the dam and the electricity. Gillian, you will find a way to determine how capable she really is. If you don't think she is all that strong, we will need to think of counter asures."
The three all nodded in joint approval. Nathan than turned to look at Miss Havens. "Is there anything we need to go over that we neglected?"
Miss Havens had been keeping a written accord of the eting and had been furiously writing all that was taking place. Hearing the question, she picked up her large note pad and flipped through the papers to scan over them quickly. Her handwriting was about as perfect as it could get and looked as if a printer had done it, if not better.
"Perhaps we need to discuss what to do about the rich rchants. They are also going to be a big part of our future inco if all goes well." Miss Havens said stopping at a particular page in the notes. "Also, if we do intend on acquiring the dam, it might be an issue with the Mad Dog gang. That is technically their area."
"Ah, yes. That is a good point." Nathan said tapping the table with his fingers. "We would bring conflict with a much larger gang than the Black Rats. That wouldn't be good for us."
"No, it would not." Gillian replied. "They are at least three tis the Black Rats numbers. We would lose even with the chs. Besides our forces can't fight on an empty stomach."
"I can attest to that. They are also very financially secure and capable." Mrs. Smithy chid in. "They have a walled fortress around their base and their forces were definitely very well ard."
"Well, that's out of the question for now." Mr. Flanagan replied hearing this information. "We will just have to see how things go upon eting Lisa."
"What of the rich rchants?" Nathan asked. "Mr. Clines business is going to be secured in no ti. Yet the others are all going to be needing electricity to work with us."
"Mr. Goodman said that he would inspect the facilities himself to determine how to proceed from there. Perhaps he has so way of conducting his business without electricity?" Mrs. Smithy suggested.
"That would be interesting." Mr. Flanagan replied. "What about Mr. McMathers? What was his profession?"
Mrs. Smithy thought for a mont. "I actually don't know. Mr. McMathers never ntioned to what he did exactly. That's rather odd now that is been pointed out. Every other rchant ntioned what they did. Perhaps Lisa can answer that for us."
Mr. Flanagan nodded in response. Nathan saw than no one had anything else to talk about and felt it was ti to wrap things up. "Well until she does co here, let's focus on the tasks at hand. We need to do the best we can with what know so far."
Everyone in the eting gave a collective agreent and the gathering slowly scattered. Gillian was the first to co up to Nathan at the end of it all.
"Hey, want to co back and finish helping move the scrap tals?" Gillian asked in a low tone. "I just know you'd rather do that than office work around here."
Nathan glanced around and no one was paying them much attention. "Sure. Let's hurry."
Before anyone took notice, they had left the room.
Saul was feeling rather annoyed. The triplets were his only real option at this ti and he had to go find them. He knew of the towns south eastern golf course that Rickshaw had ntioned. It was an area that the Mad Dogs had controlled for an exceedingly long ti and had even been their headquarters for a while. Though he had never been to the mansion himself, its reputation proceeded itself. It was known for the large production of th and serums. The gangs main sources of inco.
When the Mad Dogs first arrived in the town, their objective was to find a place outside of Moab City, along the river, so they could make the th and serums without interference and a ans of transportation. The Damn was the perfect place. It was out of the way, easy to takeover and had plenty of people to force to work for them.
The reason they picked the golf course and mansion was that they intended to build the th lab, and eventually serum factory, underground. The golf course grass would provide the perfect cover. The area around the course was mostly sandstone and sand, as was under the course's grass. So, if they hollowed out under the course and scattered the rubble it around it would appear no different to any possible law enforcent surveillance drones.
How big the factory now was or how much it produced, Saul did not know. All he knew was that a lot of packages were leaving that place, heading right for the river docks. The triplets were currently charged with monitoring the place.
When he finally arrived at the golf course he was rather astonished. The course was completely green and well kept. It stood out vibrantly compared to the desert scrubland and tan sandstone rocks all around it. His only guess as to why it was in such great condition was that the sa person in charge of the compound's grounds oversaw here too.
Following the main path, he soon arrived at the mansion. There was a tall tal fence surrounding the entire building and two guards carrying assault rifles stood under a veranda by the gate. Both n were in matching uniforms, with the gangs symbol printed on an arm band and military bulletproof vests. They saw him approaching and stepped forward to interrogate him.
"What are you doing here? Go back the way you ca. This is private property." The first guards said.
Saul could hear the sound of the guards gun safety being turned off. Though he felt nervous he didn't show it when he spoke. "It's alright. I am with the Mad Dogs. I am Saul, a Match Fighter manager and I am here to get the triplets to co and fight soone. Jackson and Rickshaw told they were here."
The two guards glanced at each other. They didn't seem convinced. They were definitely part of the gangs elite force. They didn't seem the least bit fazed by his ntions of the higher-ranking gang mbers.
"Got any identification?" The other guard asked, and he reached out with an open hand to Saul.
Saul nodded understandably and took out his wallet. He took out a special looking card with the gangs symbol of a snarling dog and his own na. "See, it says I am a mber of the gang and MFA. I am also here on Martinez's orders, so you might want to let see the triplets."
"Fine." The guard sighed and handed the card back to Saul. "Now spread your legs and raise your arms. Need to check you over."
Saul complied. He fully expected this kind of treatnt. After being checked over, very thoroughly, the guards were satisfied.
"Alright, follow ." The first guard said turning towards the gate. The other guard went back under the veranda and opened the electric lock to the gate. A buzzing alarm alerted them that it was ok to enter.
When Saul entered the mansions grounds it appeared just as well kept as the compound as well. At the glass double doors of the mansion stood an additional two guards. Seeing them approaching one guard opened the doors for them. Saul could only guess as to how nice it might look inside, especially considering how well kept the outside was. When he stepped inside, he nearly gasped.
The place was trashed!
Cans, bottles, bags, and sand were scattered all over the once nice marble lobby entryway. The ferntation sll of alcohol and ashy cigarettes stung his nose. Laughter and pounding music sounded from the ground level parlor room towards the back of the building. The first guard was already heading that direction, so Saul quickly followed him while tiptoeing through the horrendous ss on the floor.
Inside the parlor Saul could see many people partying. Gangsters were everywhere, so drinking, smoking, so were lounging on couches. There were also dozens of scantily clad won dancing around provocatively and serving drinks. Most of the people seed to be gathered around so pool tables further back in the room. If he hadn't been here on an order, he would probably have loved to join in.
"Where are the triplets!" Saul shouted over the ruckus to the guard.
The guard didn't reply but simply pointed towards the pool tables. Saul nodded and headed for that direction. The guard rely watched him carefully from behind from this point on.
Saul had to push his way through the party crowd surrounding the pool tables. When he finally made it through to the front, he was shocked by the situation he saw. The triplets were the ones playing pool; however, it was the worst ga of pool he had ever witnessed. The pockets were cut out from the table and replaced with living peoples heads!
The people were probably so unfortunate souls that got caught either escaping the factory or stealing the th. They had been tied up and forced to face the pool table at eye level. The area around them on the once green fabric table was dyed with blood.
The eldest of the triplets was just then hitting the cue ball and it smacked into the nine ball. Which it then zood towards the corner pocket and with a aty thud, nailed the tied-up man there squarely in the nose! The man gasped in pain, unable to move, as blood splattered out of him like a squashed tomato.
The crowd laughed along with the triplets. This heartless action was their entertainnt.
"I got to deal with these guys?" Saul thought feeling a slight bit of panic upon witnessing such an uncomfortable sight.
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