Gotham

 By Dennis Shaun Bowman

 

The worker's are shown gathered out side one of the factories in, security officers positioned on some of the high places of the building with guns, standing talking among themselves. lance walk's out onto what appears to be a stage. Everyone looks a little surprised. One man yell's out.

"Hey Lance, you singing?"

Lance Mcdoogle grab's the microphone, and proceeds to talk.

lance: Dont get your hopes up! Ok so it seems you all are wondering why your out here, and production has stopped? well no worries, each shift will be enduring this. As your aware, we have new ownership, which means a new set of rules, but dont worry nothing major. Although, it has been ordered for everyone to report to the nurse, you will be gave a certain time. Apparently, for health precaution's, each worker will under go vaccination. But if you choose not to you'll be getting your pink slip instead.

That creates a stir in the crowd. Mubbling......

lance:Gentlemen! I know, look..... that's why we have the stage, I will be the first. So you know, everyone is getting treated the same. In a few minutes I will be greeted by a nurse. Then you all are free to go on break, decide what you want. Im sorry this is law's. Apparently we are also undergoing a cafeteria change. Oh here's one of our new nurses now, Ms.Everly. I will do this.... Gotham Foods employees, it's your choice!

lance walk's over to a table and takes a seat. Ms.Everly opens a brief case, and begins to prep a needle, instructing lance to remove his coat, and roll up his sleeve. He does, the men stand in awe, she prep's the needle, he rolls up his sleeve, and he looks straight into the big crowd. She then sticks him, moves away, and covers the wound with a bandage. He rolls his sleeve back down, and grabs the mic he set on the table.

lance:Now I hope that eases your mind, if not ill be in my office, and have your pink slip ready, so come and see me, and we will work out all the minor technicalities.

Quinn is shown in the chief's office, picking up the phone.

Quinn:Hello???

Voice:Bonjour!

Quinn: Comment Tele Vous????? Who is this????

Voice:Is the question a who or a what, who is this?

Quinn:So you speak English, This is the new DA....

At that time Gordon enters.... She looks at him, and proceeds to talk.....

Quinn: I answer your question, answer mine! Who is this? What do you want?

Voice: World peace! Imma pawn!

Quinn:Drugs???? Do you want me to transfer you to the proper department?

Voice:Oh this is the proper one..... Your a very pretty lady! But how do you answer a question with a question? Tell me wheres your King?

She looks at Gordon who is quitely moving around......

Quinn:Are you referring to the Mayor????

Voice: Im referring to the King! Your a pawn my dear... Would you like to hear him?

Quinn: Sure....

She motion's for Gordon, who rushes over, as they share the phone.

Voice:Listen! You two!

They look surprised, and they here yelling in the back ground.....

Voice:Dont worry.... We are just pulling his finger...Well literally....

The Voice hangs up.....

Gordon: Wer.....

Quinn: No Sir!, no trace, just various addresses....

Gordon: Did ......

Quinn:No nothing that we already do not know.... I think hes innocent.

Gordon enter's......

Gordon:Ok well Gordon, get someone on it.....Ramirez go down to flower shop make sure we didnt overlook anything.

Quinn: What about the Phone Call???

Gordon: We are going back to have a Chat with Satan himself! We have to.....Just stuff he said.... Is that ok with you?

Quinn: Do I have a choice..... Let's go!

Copyright Dennis Shaun Bowman 2010