Rundown Streets - Seoul, Korea
Seoul. A city known as one of the most populated cities in the world as well as being one of the wealthiest and most technological. Its vast culture and ancient history attract numerous tourists every year. The city has served as host for numerous international events and is home to almost 30 million people.
But even a grand city like Seoul has its dark corners and streets that no man would dare walk. And down one of these streets was a band of individuals gathered in an abandoned garage. A band of thieves. Pirates. Terrorists. These terrorists referred to themselves as the CosmoNOTs or The Cosmic Nihilistic Organisation for Terror. Before the incident happened, the CosmoNOTs were a band of space pirates that travelled from galaxy to galaxy gathering whatever they could find and selling them to dealers for a profit. Since then, the CosmoNOTs had been hard pressed in terms of money and supplies. They were no longer able to engage in intergalactic travel and were only managing to survive on whatever food they could get. They were poor, homeless, and hungry. They needed action and money.
The four CosmoNOTs had gathered together in the main part of the garage that they called their hideout. Each of them had their own little spot in the garage which they go to whenever they had a little meeting or discussion of the plans. One of them, a blonde haired girl in a black shirt-jacket and a fuschia shirt, was lying on an old beat up sofa reading a newspaper. Another, a dark skinned man in an off-white t-shirt and orange shorts, had his back against the wall staring away from the other three. The third one, a young man in a white shirt wearing a light blue bandana, was sat on the hard floor with his legs crossed and his eyes shut. And the last, a young girl in an indigo trenchcoat that had a yellow trim to it, was sitting on an empty barrel. After an hour of complete silence, one of them decided to speak up. The man with his back leaning against the wall straightened himself up and cleared his throat.
"Darn it, Mint. We haven't eaten in days and we've been stuck in the sh*thole for ages. What the heck are we gonna do?"
The one called Mint quickly jumped off her barrel and approached Bull. The dust from the barrel and the rest of the room had began to gather upon her trenchcoat. Dusting it off, Mint then quickly responded to the man in question.
"Bull, you should know by now that we don't have any money. We're stranded, starving, and out of work. No-one wants to employ us. We can't steal anything because the cops always catch us. And we haven't had a good haul because you keep messing it up!" All of what Mint had said was true. The CosmoNOTs couldn't turn to anyone for work because they were not from this world and they had no "qualifications". The officials in the city always got the upperhand against the four whenever they attempted to rob something. Regardless of any strategy they could pull, the CosmoNOTs always messed up in some aspect of their plans and it would always end with them running away from the cops with almost nothing stolen. And even if they tried to get anything, their raids would never end up in their favour. Over time, each of the members began to blame each other for their failures and used them as scapegoats. Bull was taken back by that harsh statement. His fault? Bull knew that the CosmoNOTs would not last a second without him. They needed him. And yet, the leader of the team was outright calling him useless and the reason that it was all going wrong.
"The heck do you mean it's my fault, Mint? I'm the one who brings the muscle 'round here! Without me, you guys would be as good as dead. If anything, it's that wuss Lester's fault!" Bull promptly countered. This immediately brought the attention of Lester who had been sitting in the corner of the room. Lester got up from where he was sitting, walked up to Bull and spoke up.
"Ya think you're funny, do ya? Mate, we all know that I'm the one who plans out our raids. Without me, you wouldn't know what to do? And besides, you wouldn't a taste of my Cloud Sword, would you?" Lester spoke up in a frustrated and strained tone. He drew out his sword, the Cloud Sword, up to Bull's neck as a threat. Bull should have known better than to insult him. Bull was aware of what Lester could do and he knew it all too well. But regardless, Lester was not as physically strong as him. He never did much in the way of the heavy work and always criticised Bull for doing a bad job. If Lester was so smart and tough, why didn't he assist Bull in the heavy work? Why was it that Bull always did the grunt work while Mint and Lester sat around doing nothing. Bull could excuse Mint though. She was only a child and could not do any manual labor. It was Lester that annoyed Bull the most.
The three of them continued to bicker and argue about how badly they were doing and that it was each other's fault for it. The argument continued for at least half an hour before a nearby explosion is heard. All of the CosmoNOTs stop their argument and ponder over what the meaning of the explosion was. The only member that had not been arguing, Nadia, sat up from her original lying position, turned to face the others, and spoke towards the other three.
"What on earth was that explosion? Bull, did you perchance plant an explosive and then forgot to disarm it?" Nadia spoke in her typical emotionless, British accent. Bull turned to the girl and gave his response.
"Wasn't me, Nads. Looks like either someone else has moved into town or it's a cop raid." Bull then turned to the other two and continued speaking.
"I'm gonna go outside and check it out. You comin' or not?" Bull spoke to the two in a half-annoyed tone. Both Lester and Mint nod their heads at Bull as if to say "Yes".
The three of them set off outside the garage to find the source of the explosion leaving Nadia inside the garage on her own.
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