EXT-Duck Donuts-Night
(We cut to a donut shop that looks an awful lot like Dunkin' Donuts, only it's not, but clearly a rip-off.)
(Inside the shop, we see a mighty bored Krillin dressed in his police gear from Super, seated at his table with a cup of coffee and 3 donuts on his plate.)
(After taking a sip of his coffee, we pan out from his face spot Trunks slowly walking up to surprise him.)
Trunks: (Smirks) Boring night?
Krillin: (Startled) AH!
(Surprised at first, Krillin calms himself as soon as he looks up and sees who it is, giving a Trunks a sarcastic frown)
Krillin: Careful, I nearly could've shot you.
Trunks: With what, this?
(Trunks has Krillin's pistol in his hand and begins to spin it around from the middle of the trigger guard.)
Krillin: (Wry) Heh, show-off.
Krillin: So how's it going, isn't a little past your bedtime?
Trunks: Yeah, a little, but I wanted to stop by and give you something, it'll make your night a lot less boring.
Trunks: You know about the weapon trafficking we've been getting as of late, right?
Trunks: I've tracked down a small gang in the middle of a smuggling tonight-
(Krillin is interested in what he means and hops out of his chair with excitement.)
Krillin: (Excited) Finally some action!
Krillin: You right to come to me first Trunks, I'm pretty well known across these streets as the Krillmaster of crime-fighting.
Krillin: Let's take my car-
Trunks: Already taken care of.
Krillin: (Deadpan) Eh?
Moments Later…
EXT-Duck Donuts-Front Entrance-Night
(Trunks shows Krillin the two gangsters he defeated from the previous issue, tied up in the backseat.)
(Krillin looks pretty disappointed)
Trunks: (Nonchalant) They're all yours.
Krillin: *Sighs* Well, better than nothing I suppose…
(Trunks pats Krillin on the shoulder and prepares to take his leave.)
Trunks: Wish I could stay for the arrest, but I have to get going now that it's getting later and later, I haven't even eaten dinner yet.
Krillin: No problem, you've earned it, tell your grandpa I said I hi.
Krillin: And next time, bring me along, I'm capable!
Trunks: Heh sure thing. (Runs off)
(Krillin shakes his head and pulls out his communicator.)
EXT-Parking Lot-Night
(Trunks enters his blue capsule corp vehicle, which bears a resemblance to a high tech Camaro with Drake in the passenger's seat.)
Shorts: (Bored) Took you long enough.
Trunks: Hey, you're the one who wanted to stay in.
(Trunks starts the cars and pulls off from the parking lot and onto the street.)
Shorts: Hey, Master, why do cops love donuts so much?
Trunks: That's mostly just a stereotype, they mainly just go there for coffee to keep them up at night and awake in the morning.
Trunks: So, have any suggestions on where to eat?
(Shorts thinks to himself for a second.)
Shorts: Wicked Burger!
Trunks: (Scoffs) Again with the burger joints?
Trunks: Shorts, you've got to lay off the beef.
Shorts: Ah, come on, I haven't had any in a while!
Trunks: My grandmother made you some last week.
Shorts: YEAH...but, that doesn't really count since she cooked homemade burgers.
Shorts: There's a big difference between homemade and fast food.
Trunks: (Deadpan) No...no it's not.
Shorts: Just gimme a burger!
(Not wanting to deal with Short's attitude at the moment, the annoying Trunks just goes with Short's wishes.)
Trunks: (Annoyed) Fine… but that's the last time at least for this month, got it?
Shorts: (Smirks) Sure... UNLESS grandma's fine with it and I tell her to make them.
(Trunks bops Shorts on the head for being a smart alec, all while keeping his eyes on the road.)
Elsewhere…
Apartment building-Night
(An Indian girl around her mid-teens sporting black hair and a ponytail with one bang covering her eye and is dressed in an overly long sleeve striped purple shirt with a violet lavender t-shirt over it with matching purple long striped knee-high stockings and white tennis shoes is seen walking to her room looking exhausted.)
Kayla Pochawompa Age-16
(As she digs in her skirt pocket for her key, she suddenly hears noises upstairs.)
(Curious of the noise, Kayla walks her way up the staircase, but soon comes to a stop when a man in his late 30's goes flying out the door.)
(Frightened and in complete shock, Kayla ducks down on the staircase and slowly raises her head to see what's going on.)
(As the bloodied man tries to get up, another man dressed in heavy bulletproof armor wearing a mask and with metal gauntlets on his wrist with the Red Ribbon Army logo on them.)
Man: (Pained) Please, I...I just need more time!
Boston (Armored Man): Enough time to pack up and skip town again?
Boston: Sorry, Hughes, but that's not how business works.
(Boston slowly points his hand down at Hughes as it begins to glow green and fires out an energy blast in his face.)
(We don't exactly see Hughes get hit by it as we quickly cut to Kayla with a horrified look on her face and covers her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.)
(Boston and later two of his men also wearing armor prepare to leave.)
Boston: Get rid of the evidence inside, I'll get the car ready.
Boston: Let's be quick, it won't be long before the nosey neighbors call the cops.
(Boston walks his way downstairs as we pan out to see Kayla hiding behind at the bottom of the staircase.)
(Luckily for her, Boston goes the other way.)
(Tears slowly begin to run down Kayla's face, terrified as to how close she was to death had they spotted her.)
To Be Continued...