The hour is 07:10. Sam wakes up, seeing himself in a jail cell with only one dirty bed which he's on. Looking around more, he sees the dirty walls, the rusty bars and a broken mirror.
"What the... what the bloody hell? What the bloody hell happened?" He says surprised yet calmed. "Usually I'm regular to see myself in the streets after being knocked out but in a jail cell?! Bloody hell... wait a bloody minute. Jack and Zick aren't here as well."
Sam then remembered what happened before being knocked out, causing him to be irritated.
"Oh bloody hell! That bloody distorted janitor trap loving bastard!" He lands his right fist on the palm of his left hand angrily as he stands up. "I knew I should've bloody looked deeper while hacking into her!"
Sam lifted up his hand and scratched his metallic chin, thinking to himself about the situation that he's in.
"So... basically they separated Zick, me and Jack..." he lifted his head, looking at the dirty ceiling of the jail cell with oil dripping out of the ceiling's cracks. "Maybe I can try-." He almost immediately gets cut off by a low female American accent voice which is being heard from the other around the walls.
"So you're finally awake. Tried to cross the border dear?" She said while chuckling.
"I see you've been preparing for trouble here, but did you expect for it to double dear?"
A woman walked to the front Sam's cell, revealing herself in front of the English man.
The woman was the same one that attacked Jack at his and Zick's bar a few days ago, with the same pink dress and hat while dashing it out with her long red hair.
"It has been a long time dear. Has it Sam?" She said in a serious tone.
The woman began to walk left and right while holding her hips with her hands, continuing to talk with Sam.
Tilting his head sideways while looking at her as he stands, he raises an eyebrow.
"Who~...?" He questioned.
"What?" She answered back.
"Who are you?" He questioned again.
She gasped and took a step back, getting furious while beginning to shout at Sam.
"Does the name DOROTHY sound ANY BIT familiar?! ANY IDEA WHO I AM DEAR?!"
He tilts his head to the other side, hearing her shouting at him.
"Did we bloody fuck or something?"
"WHAT?!" she shouted. "You DUMBASS. YOU gave ME shit WEAPONS! I never was able to kill ONE man with the piece of shit YOU gave ME dear!"
"Soooo..... no fuck?" He said while shrugging off.
"I am THIS close to blow you off!" She kept shouting.
"So we are fucking?"
"Uuuuugggghhhhh!" She screams in anger. "I can't believe you don't remember me! How dare you?!"
"Listen here you little bloody shit." He sits down on the dirty and rusty bed. "I don't know who you are or have a clue, I have met many that are named Dorothy. They're all nice girls since I remembered, both in personality and in bed HA!" Sam clapped his ankle while he said so "but no, be bloody specific, what's your code?"
She sighed. "Fine, fucking cunt. My code is 225-285-997. Anything familiar about it?"
"Wait wait a bloody minute, what's your code again?"
She sighed again. "225-285-997. Happy?"
"997?!" He got up from the bed, surprised. "997?! Most of my weapons were bought by your family!" A smirk rose up his face as he lit up his pipe, beginning to smoke a bit in front of her while swinging his cane with both his hands, all excited.
"Yeah and guess who got your last weapon?!" She said loudly with her arms flinging up and down angrily.
"Oh bloody hell." He sighed as well. "Come on is this what it's bloody about? Seriously the saw-blades are ones of my finest weapons ever!"
"Easy for you to say! I never even defeated a single enemy! Not even one!"
"Wow aren't you a whiny brat? Bloody geez you have this weapon for your entire life and now you come to me?! Now?!"
"I always felt great with it but it started to malfunction lately and it can't be just because of sheer random!"
Sam backed his face a little, raising both eyebrows.
"Wait wait wait WAIT. Wait a bloody minute. You are telling me now that your weapon is malfunctioning even though you just have told me a minute ago that it is bad in general? What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"
She sighed. "Ugh. Sorry it just has been... Ugh..." she sighed again, all tired. "Listen it just has been that me and my boyfriend have been in trouble lately and I'm just stressed out. I even tried finding Zick and showing off how loyal I am to him and how we shouldn't fight... I just wanted to ask for you to repair..."
"If it's all about an upgrade then why am I IN A BLOODY JAIL CELL?!"
"Oh. Oh yeah... oh dear I forgot, yeah it's not because of me, it's because of my boyfriend. You know, Jean, the Rose boss."
"WHAT?!" He shouted. "YOUR boyfriend is the ROSE BOSS?!"
"Yeah. Ain't that awesome? Such a loving and caring man... sad to see his brother Joshua influence him about the whole civil war part... I just feel like he's changing you know?"
"Wait I'm sorry for saying "wait" all the time but I need a moment to think. So the Rose boss is your boyfriend and you tried to capture us as well to satisfy him?!"
"Yeah..." The woman scratched her neck giggling a bit. "Well... um... how can I say it dear... basically we had a fight since I thought the whole civil war thing. I just felt terrible. I wanted to show that I don't hate him, I'm with him but I don't know if he understands... so I saw them talking about the fight that Jean had in the bar. I thought to myself that maybe if I'll catch one of the owners that beat him up I will get my love back but I got confused and tried to kill the wrong brother. Without knowing I almost got the right brother without knowing but failed as well... ugh... I'm such a failure..."
She sat down on the floor, covering her face with her palms, mumbling to herself none sense.
Sam sighed yet another time, he walked towards her and sat down in front of the mumbler.
"Hey... listen you're not a failure. You're making me feel pity for you even tho I bloody shouldn't. Get over it, you know that your family are very close friends with the bosses. So yeah, we can make mistakes, but mistakes are made to learn from them, not to fear from them. Tell me, what's your name again?"
She continued mumbling yet answering Sam's question while lowering her hands a bit.
"D-Dorothy. That's my name..."
"Listen Dorothy. I should be hating on you since you were trying to kill me but I feel your pain. I, unlike you, have actually failed.... but failures are just like mistakes. You learn from them, not fear from them, and even if you fear them, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Aren't we all bloody afraid of something in life?"
"How did you fail then?" Dorothy asked him a bit more clearly. "How did you fail? You're one of the best weapon merchants and probably the best weapon merchant and engineer in town. How did you fail out of all people?"
Sam sighed, tired.
"I failed at raising my son."