Previously on With Great Power Quest: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=With%20Great%20Power%20Questand Rites of the Red Wizard Quest: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5043544/#q5045606A million dollars.It's change your life money. It's fuck you, I got mine money. It's more money than I'd ever seen. And here it was in the palm of my hand, written out on a check with the stamp of a Qatari oil dynasty on it, crumpled up in the corners from totting it around in my back pocket the last couple of hours. There was a lot I could do with a million dollars. But what I was going to do with it?I put it down in front of Dad. He was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee, Carmen having a shower in the back."What's this?" he said, then his eyes narrowed. "What's that?" He pointed to the cut on my forearm."So you haven't watched the news," I said, sitting across from him. He sucked his teeth before taking a sip of his black coffee. "I did something dumb, but it paid off pretty good. Saved a rich guy's life and well, you can use his money more than I can."Dad's eyebrows shot up and now he took the check in hand, read it over. Looked back to me."This legit?" he said. I nodded. Pretty sure it was."Thank Prince Zahir al'Mirza," I said.He didn't smile, he didn't know what to do. He dropped the check like it was venomous."No, this is bullshit," he said, stunned, "A million dollars?""You're over forty and still working construction," I said, "We live in a shithole in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. You have a baby on the way, a wedding to plan with Miss Flores.""Yeah," he said, "But a million dollars? No one just gives away a million dollars."I shrugged. Maybe not, but the money was there."This is your money anyway," he said, "You earned it." He pushed the check across the table toward me."I don't need it," I said, pushing it back."You can find a good cause for it, better than me," he said, pushing it back.Stubborn old asshole. We both tightened our jaws, glaring across the table at each other. The showerhead switched off, the glass door sliding back on its rollers in the silence. Take the money, I thought. Take the fucking money."It could pay for your college tuition, and anything else you ever wanted," he said."All I want is to take care of you guys," I said."I don't need taking care of," he replied. The sound of Carmen's footsteps coming down the hall.>Fucking hell Dad, just take the money!>Fine, what if we split it, 50/50?>If you're going to be an ass, okay I will keep it>(write-in)
>>6181658>Fucking hell Dad, just take the money!Put some of it in a trust for me if you want.
>>6181658>Fucking hell Dad, just take the money!Lol does Eric even have a bank account? My boy Eric has never worked a job or earned income in his entire life.And our dad wants us to cash out a million dollar check as our first bank transaction.
>>6181682he has a very modest savings account set up by his mom before she died
>>6181658>"Don't tell me this is out of fucking pride and you're going to make a huge scene out of it. You don't want it all? Fine, we split 50% You see in what you put it and I'll put it with Ivy's dad so when I graduate I can have my own fortune.">"And please, don't make me fight because I'm doing something out of how I love you and want you guys to be happy, not after the huge fight we already had"
>>6181658>Fine, what if we split it, 50/50?500000 is enough for any college we could get into
>>6181658>Fine, what if we split it, 50/50?
>>6181687>>6181746>>618177450/50 split locked in
sorry, unexpected demands have been made of my time that couldn't be avoided
"Don't tell me this is out of fucking pride," I snapped, "If you're going to make a huge scene out of it, well, you don't want it all? Fine, we'll split it fifty percent.""What are you two arguing about now?" Carmen asked, drying her hair, cheeks still bright from the hot shower."A million dollars," Dad grumbled."Excuse me?" Carmen said, eyes starting to widen as she stopped wringing out her damp locks. Dad grunted at the slip of paper between us."Eric wants to give us a million dollars," he said. Carmen picked it up, not really believing what she was reading."And Dad's fighting me over it," I said, "And I don't want to fight. Not over something out of how I love you and want you guys to be happy, not after the huge fight we already had. Not after I just had a big fight with Ivy. Please."Carmen slapped Dad up the back of the head. "A million dollars Joe, we could move into an actual house!" she said, "We could take that vacation we talked about! We could invest it and turn it into two million dollars! Why do you always have to be so, so, so stubborn!""It's Eric's money, he earned it," Dad said, then he looked from her to me, "But we'll split it. 50/50.""Finally!" I said, kicking back in the chair."Half a million dollars," Carmen almost looked like she'd cry."Don't go spending it all at once," I said, a little more sarcastic than I should have been."Likewise, kiddo," Dad said.Then, I guess, we couldn't help it. We both started laughing. Laughing as it all sank in. Half a million fucking dollars!? It was insane! What the hell was I supposed to do with it?Stuff to figure out later, tomorrow, after bed."I'll see you guys in the morning," I said, slumping off."Good night," Carmen called after me.I grinned into the dark. Half a million dollars. It felt good. Better, to finally take care of my family. Half a million fucking dollars.
I'm rich, bitch. Except not really. Or not yet. Checks don't mean much until they're cashed, and taxes exist. And I had more important things to do than get some bread. Like recruit a violent, sociopathic mafia capo to be my sparring buddy in the ninja lessons I was getting from a hot Japanese biker babe.My life is insane even in my own head. Recruiting Salamander seemed stupid on the face of it, but if I think about it there's a logic there. She's one of the toughest fighters I'd ever met, and even if she was a violent criminal she wasn't a genocidal space reptile bent on the destruction of all life. By comparison to what I was preparing for, she was practically a nice person. But the game now was convincing her to met up every other midnight to hit each other with wooden swords in a south side park."Between the niggers and the spics, we're fucked," An Italian greaseball said. I lurked above them on top of a sandwich shop. The three Outfit gangsters, two in tracksuits the other in a suit, chowed down on thick meatball sandwiches, living up to every stereotype about their ilk imaginable. I could smell the goddamn cologne from here. "With the boss in the can and ever since Ferrara went missing, whose been in charge? That psycho freak.""Careful with that talk, Gino," the one in the suit said, sharpish, "She don't like being called a psycho, or a freak.""She is what she is, and worse, a fucking broad," Gino bitched, "Who ever heard of a broad being acting boss? We're a joke.""The Mexicans is run by a broad," the last gangster said, munching on the end of his sandwich, "Makes Salamander look like a pussycat too. Navaja or whatever.""She's in the can too," Gino said, "Fucking Hotspur. That little finook. Between him and the blacks everything's getting fucked up. I hope he gets ass cancer.""My pop had ass cancer, it's not fun," the last gangster said, grazing on his sandwich."Be that as it may," the guy in the suit said, "You better have that money by tonight or I'm going to hear about it, which means you're going to hear about it. Salamander expects nice thick packages."They snorted around their sandwiches. When they were done eating, I tailed the guy in the suit. He got in a car, headed out. I followed, rooftop to rooftop.When he rolled up on an old school Polish deli I vaguely recognized one of the goons out the front."Lou, hey, the boss in?" Mr Suit said."Yo Vince, Sal's in the back," he said, "She's in a mood though. Heard what Minelli was saying. Not taking it well.""Everybody's talkin', no one knows how to shut the fuck up," the suit named Vince sighed."Don't I know it."He went on in.Now my question was, do I follow, or do I wait?>bust on in and make a scene>keep it low key, wait to catch Salamander alone>maybe just pop down and as the doorman for a word with the 'boss'>write-in
>>6184040>keep it low key, wait to catch Salamander aloneShe'll probably be more amicable if we don't make a scene on her home turf
>>6184040>maybe just pop down and as the doorman for a word with the 'boss'bros idk if I can read this part. choosing salamander is straight up nonsense. I'm gonna try to stick it out
>>6184040>maybe just pop down and ask the doorman for a word with the 'boss'Sneaking around or busting through the door might be taken the wrong way. We should just make our presence know and then wait.
>>6184040>keep it low key, wait to catch Salamander aloneI don't wanna somebody to take pictures of us going buddy-buddy with the literal mafia
>>6184040>>keep it low key, wait to catch Salamander alone
>>6184077Just wait bro we’re gonna reverse corrupt herTurn her to the side of good
