*Standoff HGH Prison*
A loud bell filled the air, signifying lunchtime for the prisoners. A light-skinned man with green side-parted hair and light green eyes, who looked in his late twenties, walked up to the door of his prison cell and stopped. He looked at his fellow prison men who were walking up to the cafeteria before letting out a sigh.
The green-haired man slipped his hand into his trouser's pocket and slowly strolled towards the cafeteria doors. Unlike all the other prisoners who looked like they had just been pulled out from the pits of hell, the light green-eyed man had a more decent touch to his looks.
He walked up to the serving counter with a tray in his hand. The server carefully scanned him up before pouring a spoon of soup so carelessly on the tray that some of it spilled on the green-haired man's white shirt.
The server let a grin slip off his lips, showing his dirty brown teeth before turning to serve the next person.
The light green-eyed man inhaled and exhaled softly before moving to the next server. The server was a dark-skinned low shaved brown haired man with brown eyes in his early twenties. He smiled as he scooped a spoon of the food that was being served. "Good afternoon to you, August," the young man greeted.
The said name looked up at the server with the same expression he looked at the previous server; scorn. "Hello, Frederick."
The green-haired man, whose name is August turned his heels and walked towards an empty seat and table. He placed his tray on the table and raised a spoon of the soup to his mouth, but before he could put it fully in his mouth, a hand slapped his back, causing the soup to pour all over the table. August closed his eyes and sighed. Three huge bald men sat on the empty seats around, chuckling continuously. "What's up, mate?" One of the men who had a skull tattooed just below his eyes queried. "You look like you're not happy to see us?"
"Don't say that Reyes, I bet he is," another of the men stated.
The man with the skull tattoo, Reyes, pulled August's tray and began stuffing the food in his mouth. Reyes raised his head to look at the light green-haired man. "Do you wanna say something?"
"I could…" Before he could finish his words, Reyes tossed the tray at him, staining his shirt even more.
"What a waste of my time. Should have taken up that jailoress offer, well shit," Reyes said, standing up on his feet. "You disgust me, August. Do you think you are better than us? Huh? You walk around wearing all those fancy expressions and acting all cool and big, fuck you think you are?" Reyes angrily kicked the table, colliding it with the light green-haired man's chest. "We are in this pit hole together, so don't act like you're better!"
Reyes reached over the table and grabbed August's hair, pulling him close. "I don't want to fight you," August said, calmly.
This pissed Reyes off and he pulled the green-haired man over the table then send him crashing to the ground with a punch to his left jaw.
Reyes used his leg to press August's neck, causing him to cough out. "You still don't wanna fight? Huh, Mr. Too good?"
"We--- we… could talk t-this out calmly… like-- people."
"Fuck you." Reyes clenched his fist, furiously. He raised his clenched fist and descended it on the light green-eyed man, knocking him out.
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( Somewhere ) *In a Spaceship*
"We are online." A young man with short black hair and dark eyes uttered loudly to draw the attention of the other individuals on the spaceship. There were three other people in the room, two of which were females and the other a male.
The male was a very huge and muscular man. He was about 6ft 9inh tall with a diagram of a tiger tattooed on the left side of his neck. He had no shirt on, showing off his muscular body and much more tattoos on some part of his chest region and his entire back. Scars and old wounds were visible all around his body. He had gray faux hawk hair and a stubble beard all around his face. "Back again with those silly words, Uyi?" The gray-haired man said, his heavy voice echoing through the metal walls of the spaceship.
"Oh please, Rusty, let him have his fun," one of the females on the ship stated. She was a light-skinned lady in her mid-twenties with silky brown hair which poured over her shoulder. Her eyes were the color of the sky. She had a small cut along the bridge of her slightly turned-up nose. She wore a green crop top which barely did much to hold or cover her up, the top was coupled with black shorts.
"Fun?" The faux hawk-haired man probed. "Don't fuel his stupidity, Helga, he confuses me whenever he says, 'We are online' Which one is it? Are you trying to say the name of our team or are you saying you've got access?"
The brown-haired lady, Helga, laughed while Uyi shook his head and continued to type into his computer.
Helga turned to the other female who lay on a long chair with her hand over her face. "Hey, Chántel, Uyi got us something," she called out but no reply. "Hey, sleepyhead." Helga takes a random object from the table Uyi was using and tossed it at the lady laying on the couch, meeting her cleanly on the chest. She jumped up and threw a quick punch into the air. Just as she threw the punch, she realized what had happened and rubbed her face with her palm before yawning.
"You never let me sleep, Helga. What is it now?" The lady called Chántel turned her head to look at her comrades. She had tanned skin with curly red hair which she tied back in a messy bun and a few strands of hair poured down her front face and her eyes were red as her hair color. She wore jeans that were turned up at the knee region and a black sleeveless garment with a low-cut neck. She had just woke up from a slumber but she was stunningly beautiful.
"Uyi deployed the drone, we've got a big eye in Standoff prison," she revealed.
Chántel smiled and rushed up to the three, standing at Rusty's shoulder. Her eyes twinkled with joy. "Well, that's a good way to start a new segment of your day!" She grinned. "How's the security?"
"Terrible," Uyi mumbled.
"That's the same thing you said when we had to bust out one of our client's son and now August is stuck in there," Rusty argued.
Helga slapped Rusty on his chest. "It's not his fault, don't throw the blame on him alone."
"Let him, he seems to be forgetting that I'm the one that controls the communication and could easily have him in place of August," Uyi stated.
Rusty smiled and placed his hand on Uyi's head. "My bad, it really isn't your fault. It's August's fault. Why couldn't he run."
"Now now. We don't say that in front of him, the man had to sit around a bunch of losers for…"
"A week!" Uyi chipped.
"I bet he's had a lot of fun in there," Helga commented.
Chántel shook her head. "No, no… no fun. We show our 'Compassione' when we free him, that's what we are going to do," she said before slapping both Helga and Rusty on their back. The red-haired lady then turned and started away from them.
"Now, gear up, we need to rescue our buddy," she said, pulling two strands of ropes that were attached to the glove she had on. A wicked grin slipped off her lips as she mumbled the words; "Don't worry, August, we are coming."
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