: The door swings open and Allton and Lissandra look up from the computer. A breathless Zybala walks in and closes the door behind him, locking it. He quickly motions for his cohorts to be quiet and then turns out the lights. Several voices and a rattling of the knob can be heard. :
Voice outside: Mr. Welsh's office is secure. Come on! Zybala can't have gotten far! And any word if the reporter was found?
: Zybala waits a few moments as the voices and footsteps get quieter. He breathes a sigh of relief and turns on the lights.:
Zybala: Sorry about that. I got spotted coming out of the bathroom. Did you guys find anything?
Zybala: Try searching for files with generic names of boring stuff. Marcus use to think so little of me that he would put all his important files in folders named "Taxes" or "Busy Work" thinking I would ignore it like my ADHD is that bad. He once put all pov plans in a file named "Zybala will find this super boring." I shit you not.
Zybala: What the hell!! After all I've done for him! I let him live in the Outsiders house when Pablino fired him! WE kept OCW alive! How can he do this to us?!
:Grabs the baseball bat. :
Zybala: Let go find the sellers meeting and get Jock to answer questions!
Post by Lord Allton on Feb 22, 2024 12:45:14 GMT -5
The heroic trio make their way down to one of the OCW arena's board rooms and Allton puts his ear to the door. He can hear the voice of Jock Reasoning inside. Allton nods his head towards the door. Zybala readies his bat and Allton slides on his brass knucks. He then rams his electric wheelchair into the door sending it flying open startling everybody inside.
Allton (mimicking Heath Ledger's Joker): Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We are tonight's entertainment! Now........where is MARCUS WELSH?!
A fight ensues with baseball bat shots and L.A.G. Punches a-plenty with Zybala and Allton fighting off hoards of security. Reasoning tries to escape in the chaos but is grabbed by Allton in time.
Allton: Meeting's over. Now we have our own meeting. Lissie?
The perspective buyers all leave in a hurry. Lissandra grabs some thick black tape and Zybala forces Reasoning into a chair. Reasoning tries to say that the heroes ruined everything and that they will never get away with this before he's taped VERY SECURELY to the chair...
Allton: We already have. Now.... we want a word....Mr. Jock Strap.
Lissandra whispers that that isn't his name.
Allton: It's not? Well it may as well be now.
Allton smirks.
Last Edit: Feb 22, 2024 13:00:15 GMT -5 by Lord Allton
Post by Marcus Welsh on Feb 22, 2024 13:26:14 GMT -5
~Welsh steps in and sees Allton, Jock, Zybala, and Lissandra. He takes a sip of the coffee in his left hand. Then a sip from the coffee in his right hand~
Marcus Welsh: Congratulations. You ran off the group fronted by Sid Buckley.
~Welsh leans in the doorway, two more sips from each cup~
Marcus Welsh: But...I just got a very interesting call. Are you two open to listening to what I have to say?
Zybala: Why should we? You're trying to sell OUR company out from underneath us. The same company you FAKED YOUR OWN DEATH to get away from. So why should we give you yet another chance?