(ugh... I've been so busy, guys, especially with these crazy Mafia games... here go my posts)
Keeseman then notices a strange shack in the Graveyard, one that shouldn't have been there. He peers in, and notices it empty. Thinking it strange, he busts open the door with a swift kick. Checking around, he quickly notices a poorly hidden trapdoor.
Shouts could be heard from beneath. "Work faster! We need to make a profit!"
"I'm trying, sir, but this milk mixture is hard to replicate!"
"Just keep going."
Keeseman kicks in the trapdoor and drops down. He quickly takes out his Keesarangs, and throws them at the 5 assorted workers in the room, knocking them unconscious. Dragging the lower grunts into the corner, he takes the one who seemed to be the manager, and waited for him to come to. Then, the questioning would begin.
The explosion went off. Just as planned, Nygma thought deviously. He and his goons sprang out of their cover on the nearby rooftops to where Hale was situated, and saw quite what they had expected. Hale's men were dressed as Nygma's.
"Hello, Armos, you two faced scumbag!" Nygma said, blocking Hale and his goons' way. "What a pleasure to see you again! Here on business, I presume? You wouldn't be the only one," Nygma added, laughing.
With this, Nygma's men stepped out of the shadows, dressed exactly like the Armos Knights. "An interesting turn of events, isn't it?" Nygma continued laughing.
Back in the illegal milk shack, Keeseman was quite unaware of what was going on. Slowly, though, the boss of the gang came to.
"Where did you get this milk?" Keeseman asked, getting right to the point.
"What?" the leader said.
"Don't try and toy with me. Where did you get the milk from?"
"What? I don't..."
"Who gave you this milk?!" Keeseman asked, quite forcefully.
"I don't... I don't... What?!"
"SAY WHAT AGAIN! I dare you, no I DOUBLE dare you!" Keeseman threatened, quite angrily.
"I-I-I signed a contract with a guy named Bingo! He works at the black market! Said he just found the stuff placed in his stall! Told me I could probably make some good money off of it! That's all! I swear!"
"Are you sure his name wasn't Nygma?"
"Wears green, has lots of question marks on his clothing. Did you buy it from him?"
"No, no, I swear, it was from Bingo!" He began to wimper in his cowardice. Keeseman could tell that he was speaking the truth.
"Here," the coward said, "take the contract! Take it!"
Keeseman read it over. He had heard of this Bingo, but he knew that Bingo's business was not affiliated with the more major criminals of Hyrule, like Nygma. Bingo wouldn't want to get into any of that sort of trouble. The contract stated that Bingo would get a good 20% of the profit, and the down payment was written down... Not a hint of anything to do with Nygma.
Keeseman then realized what was going on. This milk business had nothing to do with Nygma. It was all a distraction. Nygma had something much bigger in mind.
"Though powerful my name, I am full of grace. My beauty is famous; vulnerable is my place..."
Who was beautiful and graceful, powerful yet vulnerable?
Nygma wasn't trying to make money off of counterfit milk.
He was trying to capture Princess Zelda.