Scramble Page #2

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- it's not space, okay?

- Just listen to me.

- Please.

- Just trust me. You're better off this way.

- You don't believe that.

- I do.

- No, Quinn, you don't know what you're saying.

Fine. You wanna know the truth?

- Yes.

- My father was mixed up with...

Quinn, it's not nice

to talk behind people's backs.

Especially when

they can't talk back.

Nice funeral.

A bit pedantic for my taste,

but then again,

so was your old man.

I trust you got my note.

I hope you liked it.

You know how long it takes

to find an "O" in a magazine?

- Frank.

- Who are you?

I'm breaker.

Black Lightning. Q.

- Hey, stop!

- Hey, get off me!

- No, frank! Frank!

- What are you doing?

Seems as the old man ain't coming

out of the hole any time soon,

we've come to repay his debt.

The girl's ours.

Frank! Frank!

Help!

Wait.

Quinn!

Quinn!

You sexy beast.

I have a feeling

you're gonna enjoy

everything I'm about

to give you.

- Mmm.

- Especially the ending.

Oh, I always enjoy

your endings, V.

Uh-uh, no touching today.

- Oh.

- Mmm.

Pretty kinky today, aren't we?

You're...

Have you been a bad boy?

Mm-hmm.

Do you want me to punish you?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, then, since you asked.

- Harry, darling!

- Hmm?

Don't worry.

It's not a threesome.

At least not

your typical one, anyway.

Harry here,

he just wants to play.

I told harry all about

how you like it violent.

Harry likes violence, too.

Harry here likes to play.

Oh, it's so nice

Wasn't that one

of the commandments?

I think it was right after

"thou shalt not kill."

Don't worry, we don't follow

the commandments either, jerk.

Well, she's gonna like this.

- Simon, get off your phone.

- Hey, take a selfie with me.

No, there's no time

for a selfie right now.

Whoo-hoo! You look good

in a suit, by the way.

F*** the suit.

Quinn's gone.

Yeah, you said that yesterday.

No, no, two guys at the funeral,

they... they grabbed her

and they put her in the car.

Hey, keep that sh*t down.

I'm taking my afternoon siesta.

Yo, somebody took Quinn.

- What? Who?

- I don't know.

But they left that.

What sort of trouble

did your girl get into?

Nothing. She's never even

had a parking ticket, rich.

Not if she's mixed up

with the likes of Dom.

- Who?

- Dom Fertelli.

This here's his calling card.

Now, he doesn't

have a number on it...

- rick!

- Frank, this guy's a son of a b*tch

- if I ever met one.

- Now who the f*** is Dom?

You know, for a wanna-be

drug dealer,

you're kind of out

of the loop, you know that?

You think you're a shark

with your thumb bags of cush?

Well, this guy's an Orca. He

runs the biggest prostitution ring

- in the whole damn city.

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