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135. The Consortium - xvii. Hallway Dismay

[Chapter 3: The Consortium]

135. The Consortium - xvii. Hallway Dismay

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Chapter 3: The Consortium

Pain receives an invite to a recruitment open day from his accountant for a group calling itself "The Consortium". Seeking answers regarding the events in Spain a month prior, he heads off to the meeting with the Detulux crew in tow.

Also attending are several high-profile criminals, including the heads of the criminal organisation W.R.A.I.T.H, and several less reputable criminals including the two doctors, Smiffington and Gyrode...

The last Detulux Incorporated storyline before the comic became GunJunker.


Page Notes

Episode published on Tuesday 1st of January, 2019.

Happy new year! Let's kick things off with a discussion in a hallway.

Tagged: The Captain, Daniel Bleu, Dr. Ivanovich Gregori Romani Gyrode, Dr. Ralph Smiffington III, Location - Consortium Meeting Warehouse, Mara Kyler, Max Valerion

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Transcript

Title - 135: "The Consortium"
Subtitle - xvii. "Hallway Dismay"

(Pain and the Captain push their way out through the crowd.)

Pain: I knew this was a bloody waste of time. The cheek!

(They are followed by Mara, who looks concerned.)

Mara: Pain, wait!

(Mara is followed by Ralph and Gyrode. Ralph seems intense.)

Ralph: Come on, he's getting away!

(They are followed by Daniel Bleu, hands pressed to his face as blood oozes from the moustache hair wound Gyrode inflicted on him.)

Daniel: My face! Maybe I'll just wash it off in the toilet...

(Mara slams open the room's double doors, entering the lit hallway. Seeing the Captain round the corner at the other end, she dashes after him and rounds the corner, just a little behind Pain and the Captain. She calls out to grab their attentions.)

Mara: Pain!

(Pain pouts as he remembers something. He rummages in his jacket as Mara approaches.)

Pain: Oh, right.

(Turning around, he presents her with a ten pound note. Mara looks at it in astonishment.)

Pain: Here you go.

(Mara snatches it out of Pain's hand angrily, tucking it into her jacket. Pain points over her shoulder, unamused.)

Mara: Idiot! I didn't just run in heels for ten pounds!
Pain: Well it can't have been to convince me to go back in there because it ain't happening!

(Mara pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration, sighing. She addresses the Captain directly.)

Mara: Captain, could you please give us ten minutes alone?

(The Captain looks to Pain, who appears annoyed with his arms crossed. The Captain shrugs.)

Captain: I'll be back at the buffet if you need me.

(Pain leans to the side of Mara, yelling after the Captain as he walks back along the hallway corridor.)

Pain: Oh, thanks for the solidarity, mate!

(The Captain walks around the corner past Ralph and Gyrode, who pause as Captain passes them completely obliviously. They peer around the corner of the hallway at Pain and Mara. Behind them, Daniel Bleu rushes into the nearby mens lavatory. In the hallway Mara holds Pain's hands and looks at him in a sincere manner.)

Mara: Look...can't we just talk about this? There's a room here that'll be empty for the next twenty minutes or so?
Pain: ...Fine. No hanky-panky though.

(Mara leans in suggestively. Pain blushes.)

Mara: None?
Pain: Well...maybe a little.

(From his vantage point at the nearby corner, Ralph watches Mara take Pain by the hand and walk him through the nearby door. His evil eye spins and glows as he grins widely.)

Ralph: Yesss, yes! And while you foolishly give in to your filthy carnal desires, Dr. Ralph Smiffington the Third will plot your imminent demise!
Gyrode: Dr. Ralph Smiffington the Third will also announce his plans out loud in third-person while standing in a busy hallway too, apparently.

(Ralph seems taken aback by this comment.)

Ralph: Since when has that ever been a problem?!

(Gyrode looks over his shoulder and gestures by pointing a thumb behind him. Stood in the hallway behind him looking confused at the two evil scientists blatantly peering around a corner and acting shiftily are three bald, black-suited Consortium guards. Ralph immediately shakes his fists at them angrily.)

Ralph: What are you looking at?! Mind your own damn business!

(Ralph dramatically points a finger upwards in declaration.)

Ralph: Come, Dr. Gyrode! To the back of my flying pod!
Gyrode: Might I grab a quick drink first? That was an awfully long presentation...

(Ralph retains his dramatic pose but has been snapped out of his usual rant by Gyrode's practical suggestion. Behind them one of the Consortium guards extends both middle fingers in their direction and sticks out his tongue while another sneers and the third stifles laughter.)

Ralph: Well, yes. That's not a bad idea, actually.