"HEY FATTY! You should cut down those calories, don't you think?!" As the well dressed man was running down the alleyway lit by the neon lights of the towering buildings of Haupstadt City, the security guard who was chasing him was struggling to keep up.
"Umari, stop teasing him! This is no time for jokes." shouted another well suited man from afar, who seems to be his friend. "Alright Akira, but it's not my fault he doesn't do any CARDIO!" teased Umari, angering the guard further.
"Just WAIT till I get you, you fucking prick!" said the guard, whose face was as red as a tomato, even though the purple neon lights were shining on his visage, trying their best to hide his hideous look. "Yeah, that is if your FAT legs can catch me!" continued Umari, not noticing that Akira had stopped dead on his tracks. "OW! What's the hold up-" said Umari, as he plunged into his friend's orange suit.
"Dead end." said Akira. "Uh oh." replied Umari.
"I've finally got you, you ASSHOLE!" shouted the guard, his face burning with anger through his high tech helmet, mixed with a sick sense of satisfaction, having finally caught his prey. "H-hey, we were just having fun banter, right?" Umari spoke, trying to defuse the guard's bursting rage. "Shut up, you'll make it worse." whispered Akira.
"I'm gonna FUCKING enjoy this." The guard exclaimed with rage, as he readied his electric baton. Suddenly, the guard flops to the ground, hitting the dirty alley floor like a ragdoll with a sick THUD. "You ladies okay?" said a tall man in a large blue trench coat, his hair a buzz cut. He had been standing behind the guard with a gun, waiting to shoot.
"You better have not killed him." said Akira calmly, as though this was a part of the plan. "Relax, I used a bb gun. See?" replied the tall man, hint of sarcasm in his tone as he shows his non lethal rounds to Akira. "What'd I tell you, Andrew? My plan definitely worked out!" Umari speaks, adjusting his suit as the three of them move towards the extraction point. "Yeah, a plan with so many ways it could go wrong." retorted Andrew.
"Cut me some slack, at least I got the documents from that stupid bank."
"Give them to me. I don't trust you with it."
"Hey, Akira, help me here!"
"I... do think it's in better hands with Andrew."
"Wow, tag teaming on me? Really? Ugh, fine, take it."
"Thank you. Smartest decision you've made."
"HEY!"
After sneaking around alleys, the three finally make it to the extraction point with the documents, a hover car waiting for them, a lone masked man in the driver's seat. "Can I take off this Oni mask now?" asked Umari as they boarded the vehicle. "Why? Can't handle the heat? You a pussy?" replied Andrew. "I thought we left this banter in the alleyway," spoke Akira, defusing the situation as he notices Umari balling up his fists, ready to beat up Andrew.
After flying for a couple of hours, the hover car finally reaches The Gunmen's headquarters, a dilapidated warehouse situated at the outskirts of Haupstadt City. The three make their way inside, ready to show their stolen goods to their superior, who was waiting for them in one of the make shift rooms in one of the containers.
"Did you get the documents?" a gravelly, old voice spoke from the darkness. "Yeah, here's your papers." Umari spoke. "Gotta ask though, why is this thing so important?" "You'll know soon enough." replied the voice, showing his aged and bearded face as he moved into the light of the container. "Andrew, take them to Gunther. They're ready." commanded the old man. "Kay, Dakota. Let's go guys."
"Wait, what's happening?" asked Akira, slightly scared at this sudden change in the atmosphere. "Guess we're getting executed," replied Umari, who chuckles nervously. "It's nothing like that, dumbass. Just follow me." assured Andrew, as he leads the two deeper into the warehouse.