“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…
The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.
Getting a real image of a black hole all those years ago, was a real achievement back then. People had gone bonkers about it. In the years to come, scientists continually observed the entity, hoping to learn more about it. Which they did.
They learned that contrary to their studies, the black hole wasn’t expanding, it was moving. It was moving towards our solar system. That became the top priority for all space-age countries. They worked together to develop a means to combat it. The culmination of the research stands in front of you – Our very own black hole. It will soon be launched at the invading entity.