Upon entering the Central Convenience store, one couldn't help but be taken aback.
It was huge. Massive, in fact…
There were shelves upon shelves and aisles upon aisles of various stuffs, bed, breakfast, and beyond that, better homes, gardens, you name it, there was a section…
Initially. The Dark Rizzards were filled with enthusiasm from Itvasme's pep talk, but gradually, as they trekked and navigated aisle after aisle, looking for Sally's whereabouts, they began to get what is commonly known as 'shopper's fatigue'.
After a while, they were hopelessly lost.
Even so, they knew that this particular showdown was something that Author had insisted needed to happen, so they had no choice but to keep going.
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Meanwhile, Sally, Tristen and Rowena were getting ready for battle, but after a while, they realised that the Dark Rizzards still hadn't arrived.
"Where are they?"
"Uh…" Tristen switched on the surveillance CCTV in the main control room and after a bit of channel surfing, finally found the band of Dark Rizzards. They were walking aimlessly around and appeared to be lost.
A few had gotten distracted by all the Convenient goodies that they had seen whilst randomly browsing, ("Wait… I-I can use this!!!" one of the Dark Rizzards gasped), as he loaded up a trolley he had grabbed at the entrance to the store.
It was rather pitiful, almost laughable, and Sally, Rowena and Tristen might have just given up and left then and there.
Except.
At this point, the Dark Rizzards… were customers.
Or rather. Potentially thieves.
Rowena frowned, as she saw another Dark Rizzard load up another 'useful item' into his handbasket.
"You'll pay for this."
She remarked.
"And that."
"And that as well."
Whipping out a notebook, she started writing down some figures.
Sally sighed. It looked like as always, she would have to get things done herself.