'...And now the news. We must make the sad announcement that one of the members of the Golden Arm gang has escaped from the prisons of Once Upon a Brawl. The individual is a teenager of average height, short black hair with bangs hiding his left eye, until recently he wore a poncho and a sombrero. We ask the population to be careful and keep their eyes open. A toll-free number has been set up in case he would be seen...-'

"Dang it ! What a bunch of incompetent people !" Colt angrily said. "They had him right under their control !"

"Qué está sucediendo, pretty face ?

"Edgar escaped !" Colt grumbled.

Shelly came and kissed him on the temple. Another month had passed. Thanks to Byron, she did not have to wait indefinitely for her trial to begin. He had worked miracles. She received no prison sentence, only a debt amounting to a few million. In addition, she had just launched her company, the first incomes were about to arrive within a few days.

"It's funny ! I thought Belle would have escaped first !"

Colt grunted, not pleased with Shelly's casual attitude.

"You bet ! She is monitored fifteen times more than the other three..."

"And anyway, Edgar alone is not that dangerous. Even with his agility, the kid with the scarves is no match for me !"

Colt looked at his sweetheart. Usually, at the announcement on the radio, he would probably have shrugged his shoulders without interest, but he had become angry. And usually, the ex-bandit would have lost her temper, but she was the one calming him down. They rubbed off on each other.

Colt pouted, caressing Shelly's hair. They finally regained their lavender color. She was even more beautiful than he could have imagined.

Shelly made a funny face to make him laugh, he smiled, finally appeased.

"Yes... You're probably right. And the castle from Once Upon a Brawl is on the other side of town anyway."

Shelly smiled at him.

"Well there you go, no reason to get upset !"

Colt rested his head on Shelly's chest.

An adorable couple you might say... Certainly, and after so many adventures, they would have deserved a little rest to enjoy their love, right ?
So who would have thought that their rest would be long-lasting ? Them certainly... But that was far from being the case.

Far from there, at the famous Starr amusement park, a teenager was changing in the lockers of a gift shop. Abandoning his poncho and sombrero, he put on a t-shirt bearing the image of his favorite rock group: the Bad Randoms.

Indeed, the three, realizing their mutual talents in the field of music, decided to launch into rock rather than remain the miserable delinquents that they were. A successful bet, five months ago they had become real stars !

However the teenager didn't have the rise of his favorite rock band on his mind as he applied black nail polish. The only thing occupying his thoughts was the bandit who had betrayed them.

Not that he was angry about the betrayal, he was thinking of leaving the Golden Arm gang too. But the thug's mistake was to take his part of the loot. The part he would have used to pay for his girlfriend's perfect honeymoon. And he couldn't forgive that.

Once ready, Edgar walked out of the back room of the Gift shop where he worked. He went out of the park and quickly moved towards Retropolis. He knew exactly what to do to get Shelly out of her shithole, again.

The end of the week passed without much upheaval in itself. The profits generated from the sale of Colt Crunch were not yet huge. However, according to some Brawlers, the taste of the energy bar went well with the Energy Drink, which had as its mascot Max, the super hero of the neighboring town of Retropolis. So the new brand would surely see great growth later.

But right now Shelly was negotiating with Byron so she could start paying him next month because all of his profits had just gone to pay off her debt.

"Shelly, I'm going shopping" said Colt in front of the door.

"Te quiero cariño" Shelley replied, putting her hand on the microphone so that Byron couldn't hear.

Colt blew her a kiss and left on his vespa.

Soon after, once the argument with Byron was over, Shelly heard a knock at the door.
She and Colt were still used to their little code of three successive knocks and one later. Now there were only two knocks. Maybe it was an enemy ? The ex-criminal knew that she was not yet out of trouble thanks to her past. But... Would she ever be safe anyway ?

She approached the door, rifle drawn.

"Who's here ?"

No answer.

Finally she opened the door slowly before jumping out suddenly, looking for the author of the disturbance. However, there was no one in front of the door, and even much less on the street.

Kit escaped, passing between her legs but the ex-bandit didn't pay attention. A paper sheet, literally stabbed on the door, had caught her attention. She knew the owner of this type of knife.

On the paper, a message. The message ?

'Edgar gave us the tip about your guy. You know where to find us.'

She made an enraged noise as she crumpled the paper before throwing it on the ground. She went to get some ammunition and her keys to close the door behind her
Come on, in six months she did end up having her own keyring.

She left angrily towards Retropolis. The journey would last no more than 45 minutes if she would take the train. Let's hope they have patience.

Shortly after Shelly left, a black figure who had been watching her from afar approached the door. They wore a disturbing macabre smile. This person retrieved the crumpled ball of paper and slipped another one under the door.

In a few leaps, the creature had climbed onto the roof of the house and with a phenomenal push, it rose into the air, also flying in the direction of Retropolis. Only 10 minutes would be enough for them to reach the city.

Had Colt fallen into an ambush again ? Not quite, or at least not yet.

After a few minutes, the policeman came home with his groceries, whistling.

He knocked on the door. No response from his girlfriend, but nothing to worry about, she surely hadn't heard him.

He opened the door.

"Shelly, I'm here."

Nothing. Maybe she was upstairs? He took a few steps towards the kitchen but a strange noise caught his attention. Under his feet, instead of the classic creaking sound of the parquet floor, he heard a paper sheet rustling.

Looking down, he saw a paper with a message on it. He put down the shopping bags and took the message between his fingers.

When he had read the letter, the redhead turned white as a bed sheet and a single word came out of his mouth:

"Shelly...!"

Abandoning the shopping bags and the paper, he rushed out, barely taking the time to close the house before climbing on his motorcycle and speeding towards Retropolis too. On a motorbike, ignoring red lights it would tale about 20 minutes.

The message on this paper ?

'Edgar told us a funny trick, so we decided to do it the other way around. This time it's you who's coming to get your girl. What do you think, son?'