Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
Jerry walked towards the old abandoned warehouse, his finger on the trigger of his gun, just in case. A few other henchmen in dark blue clothes walked with him, and then they entered the large building.
(Oh, and just so you know, pretty much everything is powered by either elixir or dark elixir.)
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
Jerry smiled. He had been in these situations before with the Factoreds. There were always snipers, and he always won the sniping contest. However, they weren't here to fight this time, as these people weren't the Factoreds.
"Hello, everyone. No need to point those things at us, we won't shoot you if you don't shoot us," he said coolly. Ten armed drones were waiting outside just in case. They were small and weak, but they were better than nothing.
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Oh we don't mean anything by this. We are here for business. You see, the last gang that came here with good intentions cost us our former leader. It's just a precaution."
Jack takes a pair of shades out of his pocket and puts em on and continues.
"Of course. Now, what which gang exactly are we going to destroy and steal their loot?" asked Jerry. "And discover what they are up to, of course. But we need gold to finance our operations."
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"We can make more gold than either of us have seen. The thing is. Our organization's top ranked members are also bounty hunters and you know what the bounty on high level elixir mutants is. About 500 gold for each organ taken from a mutant? Hmm?"
"Hmm. You know as well as me that when people go into the forest, they don't come back. I mean, it's one thing when they attack the city we take the organs, but hunting them... I'm not so sure."
(The elixir mutants are being controlled by a certain bad guy in secret, just so you know, because the subject turned to them.)
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"No. We can always lure a mutant into a city and finish him off. Or we could always just attack weaker gangs and force them to yield and either join us or give us all their property and be imprisoned or killed. Or we could just recruit gangs. Stronger our forces, more the income."
"I like the 'attack weaker gangs and force them to yield and give us their stuff' plan. We've been trying to do that to the Factoreds for ages, but we're both so exactly similar in strength it's ridiculous. And there's no other gangs in our city to take over or rob, so we're in this constant power struggle. Meanwhile the gun companies are getting quite rich."
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Why should we trust you? How do we know that you won't just betray us after you use us to defeat other gangs?"
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Here. These are our weapon designs" jack tosses a briefcase at you. "We've been planning to use help. And we aren't the kind of scum to betray people who trust us. And here is some gold as a collateral." He tosses a pouch of gold towards you. "There is a 1000 in there." He looks at you and smiles.
[while trapped in a bucket of popcorn] You know what the worst part is? It's not even butter. We're gonna be destroyed by... ARTIFICIAL FLAVORING! — Blake Bradley, Power Rangers Ninja Storm
