Chapter 246
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Dick Tracy, Lamont Cranston, Margo Lane, Britt Reid, and Kato went through the portal to do reconassaince in Hell. They soon found themselves in a speakeasy. Booze was legal, but somehow giving the illusion of being illegal made it more attractive to certain customers. Rumor was that this particular mini-kingdom had no laws. Just gangsters who had territory, and they were usually fighting to expand this territory. The main singer at this speakesy was an old "friend" of Dick Tracy, Breathless Mahoney. Tracy tried to get her to testify against her boss, Big Boy Caprice, about the murder of her former boss. But Breathless tried to manipulate everyone and eliminate all the crime bosses, so she could take over their territory. But like most gangsters, she was killed before she could achieve her ultimate goals. Breathless seemed happy to see Dick Tracy here, and went to talk to him and his friends.
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Breathless: What brings you here?
Tracy: A witch's spell.
Breathless: I mean this place, specifically.
Tracy: I take it you heard about the upcoming final battle.
Breathless: We've heard that since we've been here. That's been what, three years now.
Tracy: Approximately, yes. My point is, we're trying to figure out who's going to be fighting for Evil when that happens.
Breathless: That's easy, anyone who thinks they can benefit from it. A lot of your old friends would join just to kill you.
Tracy: What about you?
Breathless: It depends. I'm making the best deal I can for myself. What exactly can Good do for me?
Tracy: Depends. If we win, and you survive, you can start a new life, clean slate.
Breathless: As what, a farmer, worker. I'd rather be a powerful and feared gangster.
Tracy: There's no guarantee you'll survive long enough to take over.
Breathless: There never is. I could still use someone like you, as an enforcer, and a lover.
Tracy: That's not going to happen.
Breathless: A pity, we could have shared a lot of power. Still, I'm willing to give you five minutes before I call Pruneface and offer you to him.
Tracy: Aren't you the sentimental type. Fine, we'll leave.