Two men sit in a car, one hums a toon while drumming his hands across the dashboard while the other holds the wheel steadily. The man drumming with his fingers is in a white t-shirt with stains under his arms from sweat and jeans held up by a belt equipped with a holster. It's a hot day and the man in the t-shirt is sweating and panting like a dog, he has no clue how the other man keeps so still during the drive. The other man is well put together in a dark gray suit and matching gray slacks, a tie that has a blue and gray striped pattern, and a white undershirt above a bulletproof vest with two holsters, one under each arm, and the one under his right arm currently nesting a gun tightly but still able to be pulled in an instant by either of the men. It's a hot day for a drive.
"Can I turn something on?" The t-shirt man asks.
"No, there's never anything good on, and anyways we're almost there."
"Alright then to hype us up! I've got a good feeling about this house man!"
"It's probably just some neighbors going bat shit about someone not taking enough care for their lawn, nothing more. Also when the hell is there something good?"
"Y'know I don't mean it like that, I'm just getting bored is all."
"If this is what you do when your bored, I don't think I want to see you working a desk job."
"This it?" The T-Shirt man nods to a faded beige house with overgrown grass and weeds jutting out in odd intervals across the lawn. The walls of the house were in pieces, showing patches of brick mold under the exterior. Where there weren't holes in the wall there was moss and vines attached to every surface. The roof had sticks piled high along the edges and the gutters were sagging to a worrying degree.
"It's always the shitty ones. Probably just a complaint by some neighbors." Said the suites man, making a quick swivel of his head to see all the neighboring houses which were practically made of gold compared to the worn down one he was parking in front of. Each house had a clean lawn and almost no imperfections in the paints or even chips in rhe windows as far as he could see. Then again the car he was currently in wasn't the cleanest most times and the dirty windows might impede his vision.
"Something's wrong." The suited man said, "What makes this house special?" He asked the other man.
"Easy, looks messed up. You said yourself it's probably a neigborly complaint."
"I don't see any neighbors."
"It's the middle of the day, their at work."
There are cars here, and not a normal amount. Like that house there," he said pointing to a small yellow house with three cars in the driveway, one parked sideways in front of the garage. "How could someone park a car like that? It doesn't fit."
The suited man paused for a minute and chewed his lip in contemplation. "You grab some of the big shit from out of the trunk, I'm going to check out the house. If I hit the door twice call in backup."
"Who are you thinking?" Asked the man in the T-Shirt, who was now looking much more nervous than energetic.
"I don't know, probably local law enforcement just for speed. Damnit, we don't have that do we, we're three hours out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Armed forces then, prepare to call the phone number in the glove compartment, third one on the list, if you see some really wired stuff or think something really weird is going to happen call the one at the bottom."
"You're scaring me man."
"Just," He takes a deep breath and straitens his tie, "don't panic, alright." His tone adjusted to be more calm and light.
Both men exit the vehicle and begin to think about everything they'd seen on their trip to this one house with a broken door barely held in place by a few chains locking it and the hinges which it barely looked attached to. The empty yard with their sprinkler systems out but off, the windows having food in them every few houses down; pies and cookies cold by the time they'd driven past and covered in bugs. Newspaper on the front of every lawn in the same spot about ten feet from the door. And the cars, some houses having two to eight fit into the strangest places and patterns with not regard for how possible it might be to get them there,while others have garages open and empty.
The man in the suit walked up to the front of the house, doing a light jog up to the driveway which had a rusted up car, no license plate and cracked windows to continue the image of this house being broken down.
He walks up to the front door and almost knocks on the door before deciding it might break if he hits it too hard and instead decides to try the doorbell, which lets out a brief two chimes that are audible from the car where the man in the T-Shirt is getting two handguns a and checking their ammunition before putting them into a holster he'd put on. He grabs a sub machine gun and slides a hand cannon down the back of his jeans for easy access.
A small man answered the door, he was suprisingly young, not looking much older than twenty. He stood about five foot four with a slouch. He wore a red shirt that was stained with some awful smelling black tar looking substance that was also one a few regions of his arms and face.
"Hello, I am with the universal protection and defense collabortation and I have received information regarding the whereabouts of a dangerous individual at this residence. Can you step out of my way so I may search this property?" He says while taking out a card that shows a flag covered in vertical stripes with a white stencil of a globe in the middle.
"Don't you need some kind of warrant to come in?" Said the small man.
"No, that's the police. Do I look like a police officer?" He says, sliding the card into his jacket while grabbing a small pistol out from its holster, clicking open the strap that keeps it from falling out.
"I have all authority to do as I feel necessary for the protection of the people, and something tells me you aren't one are you? A person, I mean." He adds the last part while gripping his gun more tightly, preparing for some kind of confrontation.
The small man stands silent for a moment. The two of them lock eyes and stand there, the suited man a head above the small man, neither of them making a move at or away from each other. Then the small man snapped, he slammed the door, shaking the house, and ran into the house. The suited man quickly went back a few feet before charging at the door with his arm braced to knock it down. The door caved in with a cloud of dust as it shattered against the wall of the hallway it lead into. He saw the small man gathering pieces to something that were dripping the same tar that had stained him and his clothes.
The small man made a glance at the suited man before shaking his hand a little and then throwing sparks against the wall, causing the bricks to bubble and dissolve into a pinkish gray liquid. The small man took what metal pieces he could and jumped through the hole.
The other man immediately shot him through the chest before tackling him and putting a collar on him and turning it on. The small man tried to throw the sparks again but instead collapsed after the collar beeped.
"Did you call backup?" Yelled the man in the suit.
"You didn't knock the door frame."
"Does a brick wall melting seem normal to you?"
"Alright I'm calling, I'm calling. Third one down right?"
"Yeah, might want to do fourth though, and ask for someone from investigations."
"Okay, is there anyone else in there?"
"Probably," says the suited man while he sweeped off the fragments of door and dust off his arm. "If nothing else there might be something to do with the metal stuff he's got."
"You should wait for backup to get here." Said the man in the T-shirt, who was now loading the still passive person into the back of the car they'd driven.
"Too long, they probably chose this spot so one of them could take the fall and alarm the rest of them about any authorities showing up in time to get them all. If I'm lucky then there might only be two others in the back of the house. But each moment spent not getting them is a moment they could use to get further away."
The suited man turned into the house and saw a dark living room area that had a mess around a beaten up couch and on a coffee table. He had to step carefully to avoid the mess all around him. Behind all of that were three doors, one open and showing a bathroom, the next having light coming out from around the frame, and the third closed and dark. He attempted to quietly open the middle door but it was locked. He then took out his gun and kicked down the door to find a greasy looking man hunched over a wreck of a computer with a sledgehammer wearing a a thin leather jacket with the sleeves cut off and a ripped tank top underneath it. His pants were a pair of underwear and some socks underneath his combat boots. He stared at the suited man for a moment before throwing the sledgehammer at him sloppily. The suited man retaliated with two shots from his gun, one of which grazed the other man's arm.
"Shit!" He yelled while grabbing his arm. He hunched down a little in a more fighting ready stance with his legs while holding onto his arm and tensing his whole body. He then let out a concussive wave of force which left the suited man prone and his ears ringing. The suited man was feeling around for his gun while the other man was throwing around the pieces of the computer which he'd just smashed.
After a little time of feeling around the suited man found his gun and quietly aimed at the other man before pulling the trigger three times. The other man jerked backwards as the three bullets hit him in his upper chest, neck, and head. The man collapsed as the suited man got to his feet shackily, and rested his arms on his news while panting and still hearing ringing in his ears.
About three and a half hours later a team of eighteen armed soldiers arrived in the neighborhood to find the two men sitting in the entryway to the house with a man in between them they'd take turns shooting as he woke up, because their other two collars had been damaged by a suprise outburst from him before they could put them on. After the second time they'd heard his sonic blast they'd decided it was a song but couldn't agree on what song it was. The other man they'd apprehended was in the back of their car asleep with his collar not malfunctioning.
The two gods were to be taken back to andetainment center five hours away by car in the armored transport vehicle, each of them had a six person detail to make sure they couldn't do anything to escape.