Chapter 2: Bang Bang
Sharp Walks down a crowded street of people, in the city of Kingstum, pouring rain. He's wearing the same black winter jacket from afew days ago, his head concealed in his jacket's hood, holding a comms device, he then stops in his tracks and holds the device up to his mouth.
Sharp: ...You copy?
Mesmur's voice can be heard from the device, raspy and calculated.
Mesmur: Yes, Yes I do.
Sharp: ...Sooooo, the hell am I supposed to do now?
A pause, the comms device not making a single peep, before-
The communication device jumps out of Sharp's hand in exaggerated frustration, as if Mesmur's emotions mind controlled the device
Mesmur: YOU BUMBLING CRETIN- WE JUST WENT OVER THIS 30 MINUTES AGO YOU USELESS PIECE OF-
Sharp: JEEZ, JEEZ, I'M SORRY, OK!? THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM, MAN!?
Mesmur: MY PROBLEM IS- ...That we're going off track, excuse my outburst, my dear brother, I will make sure to "Jump your ass" as you and Sail would say for being a thundering buffoon. I will guarantee you that.
...Anyways you were saying?
Sharp: ...Sooooo- what am I supposed to do again?
Mesmur: ...Right, right. Sooo- You and Casket are supposed to retrieve some blue prints i tracked down, a convoy that's gonna pass by Central Grand Plaza, Security's gonna be tight, hell, expect some A.E.D.'s, if not... a G.A.E.D.. (Grand Automated Enforcer Drone)
Sharp: ...What?
Mesmur: ...What, "What?"
Sharp: ...You're saying there is risk of encountering an G.A.E.D.?
Mesmur: ...Yeah?
Sharp: ...Is it too late to back out now?
Mesmur: ...Yes.
The communication device beeps, signaling that Mesmur has ended the call
Sharp: ...SONNUVA BITCH, HE LOGGED OUT ON ME AGAIN-
Sharp chucks the device at a wall in frustration, it breaking off into fragmenting pieces that scatter around the ground, he then crouches down with a defeated sigh
Sharp: ...I'm so fried.
Sharp gets up and starts walking down the street again, pulling out another comms device seemingly out of nowhere, just how many does this guy have...
Sharp: Yo... Casket? You nearby? One beep means no, Two means yes.
2 beeps can be heard from the device
Sharp: ...Awesoooome, so- are you briefed on this aswell?
2 beeps yet again.
Sharp: Alright. Let's just... do this. Ready?
2 beeps.
Sharp: Alright... Game time.
Sharp pulls out an ear piece from the device and slots it in his Would-Be ear, since he's just... Black fire with white eyes. And stuffs the device in his pocket, then jumps up a lamp post and uses it as leverage to parkour on top of some buildings, running down some rooftops, jumping, hopping and sliding, the sky is Grey, almost depressing as rain falls down, clicks and clacks made constantly from the droplets of water hitting rooftops, asphalt and concrete, Corporate advertisements shinning brightly in the city, making a huge contrast with the Grey atmosphere, just how dystopia is this place...? Sharp makes his way down to the plaza, waiting on top of a shop's rooftop, the streets have a red color scheme, different from the monotone Grey of downtown streets, The Central Grand Plaza was created for the rich and fancy after all, not everyone can even afford going inside one of these shops or apartments...
Sharp: ...I wonder if he's here. Would be nice to catch up with my homeboy, but nah... I got a job to do with Casket.
Sharp muttered to himself, immersed in the atmosphere, until something taps him on his shoulder, he jumps like a startled cat, immediately getting into a fighting stance, before realizing... It's just his older brother Casket.
Casket's body language indicates laughter, pointing a finger at sharp, before imitating how Sharp got startled by jumping back and getting into a mock-fighting stance before clapping his hands and holding his stomach from silent laughter, his caution sign mask changing to that of a stop sign as he grovels to the floor, tumbling and rolling in exaggeration
Sharp: ...Ha, ha. Mr giggleshits. The fuck do you want?
Casket pulls out his own comms device, Mesmur speaking through it.
Mesmur: I need the both of you to stick together, scout the convoy, get the blue prints, and leave. That's all.
Sharp: ...Couldn't you just have dialed me instead of hanging up on me like a bitch?
Mesmur: ...No because you're a bum.
Sharp: ...Well you're a dickwipe.
Mesmur: ...Touché.
Sharp: ...We're getting off track again.
Mesmur: ...Indeed. Anyways I'll just leave you guys to it, I'll just be on standby but I'll still hear you guys. Now, back to work with you.
Sharp groans in annoyance as Casket stuffs his device in a pocket of his double breasted dark purple 2 piece suit. Sharp glances at him quizzically, looking at the suit that's different from the one he wore on the commission of the T.M.E. Chips.
Sharp: ...Just how many suits do you have, dude?
Casket shrugs, the non-verbal sibling of sharp turning to look over the plaza, Fancy Boutiques, expensive cars, penthouses, a playground for the rich, a drastic contrast to the life the siblings live day by day. Sharp turns to look at it aswell, taking in the view.
Sharp: ...Think we'll ever live this kind of life, Bro?
Casket doesn't move an inch, just pauses for a second until he looks down at the street in an almost defeated way.
Sharp: ...Thought so too.
Casket looks up at the plaza again, then back to Sharp.
Sharp: ...Wanna order some take out while we're still on downtime?
Casket extends his arm and makes a thumbs up, agreeing with Sharp on the idea.
Sharp: Great, I'll go get a pizza or somethin', any toppings?
Casket pulls out a fountain pen and a notepad, writting down quickly before ripping the paper and handing it to Sharp.
"Peperoni, Sweet Corn, Onion, Bacon, Mushrooms, and a Lemon-Lime Soda, brand doesn't matter.", all written in beautiful cursive handwriting
Sharp: Alright, sounds doable, I'll go order some, Don't wonder off, K'ay bro?
Casket nods, making his way too a pile of empty beer crates on the rooftop, stacking them into a makeshift chair, sitting with his legs crossed, he takes in the views of the plaza, examining every little detail, the feathered hats of the upper class women, the stripped suits of Aristocratic men and their quality well hand crafted shoes, Shoes- Shoes? Shoes. Shoes... ...Shoes.
Casket turns his head and looks like what seems to be a younger version of Sharp before him, wearing some well worn sweat pants, old dirty shoes and a Grey hoodie
Sharp(???): Shoes?
Casket flinches at the sight of him, his own clothes have changed aswell and is much shorter than before, he's wearing white jeans with a purple jacket and a white shirt
Sharp(???): ...Are you even listening to me man? I asked if I could borrow afew ten bucks so I can buy a new pair of shoes! I'm tired of these second-hand leathers...
Casket looks at the younger Sharp dumbfounded and then makes a groaning gesture, thinking to himself "Is this jackass serious?"
Sharp(???): Don't make that face with me asshole! It's the LEAST you can do since you didn't get me shit for my 16th birthday last month, and I got you a whole ass Vinyl Album of Rainbow Goblin for yours!
Casket looks at Sharp, slightly annoyed. "...He's making a good point." He thinks, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet, grabbing 45 bucks and handing it to Sharp.
Sharp(???): Thanks bro! I can finally snag myself the new N's...! But first... We outta do the job before Mesmur gets on our case. So... Onward we go, Bro!
Casket shrugs putting his hands in his pocket as he starts walking along with Sharp in what seems to be an alley way filled with shops. "...This place seems familiar, whole scenario is aswell. ...Am I reliving my own memories? Jesus christ, this is either what intense Tibetan monk style meditation does to the Non-Human mind or i'm so Zooted the fuck out of my mind to the point i'm astral projecting into the past, is this what Snoop deals with on a daily basis? Eh, whatever... I outta just play along until i snap back into reality." Casket thinks, walking past shop by shop, the smell of fresh baked dough filling their senses after passing by a pretzel shop, music and sound effects being blasted loudly from inside an arcade, a bar bustling with patrons laughing and drinking. Casket looks over all of these establishments, soaking in the atmosphere like a sponge, these kinds of places where it isn't constant misery and depression is a rare sight in Kingstum, places like these are practicly safe havens from the rich, just filled with honest people just trying to have themselves a good time. Even so, this is a luxury for the brothers. A luxury that they'll never have. Not with humans alive. Casket taps the young looking Sharp on his shoulders, getting his attention. Sharp turns to face him with a confused expression.
Sharp: ...Yo? T'sup dude?
Casket pulls out a note pad and pen from his jacket and writes down "what's the brief again?" Ands hands it to Sharp, Sharp grabs the note and reads it, then looks back at Casket.
Sharp: Pretty sure we need to haul ass over to Subway Beta to find someone Mesmur contacted for a deal. Something about a guy that works for some German Albert guy, I didn't really bother with the fine details, if you were looking for those ask Mesmur, I couldn't give a rats ass about the stuff that doesn't impact the mission.
Casket nods in acknowledgement, walking besides his little brother down the alley, after what felt like an hour they walk down into an underground subway, entering an underground market, similar to the one they call home, Sharp leans on a supporting pillar, with his hands in his pockets and looking around awkwardly
Sharp: ...Sooooo- isn't the guy supposed to be here?
Casket shoots him a glance, "How the hell am I supposed to know?" He thought to himself, he then sits down on a bench that's positioned between 2 shops, he starts soaking in the atmosphere, examining every little detail, a sandwich stand, an electronics store, a shoe store... Shoes, shoes! Shoes... shoes...? ...Shoes. Shoe- Casket quickly slaps himself numerous times with both hands, "NOPE, NO. WE ARE NOT DOING A FLASHBACK INSIDE OF A FLASHBACK. THIS ISN'T ONE PIECE FOR FUCK'S SAKE-" Casket punches himself and falls down onto the floor, Sharp looks at him, no longer leaning from the support pillar, with a bamboozled expression on his face.
Sharp: ...Dude, what? The fuck's wrong with you now, man?
As Sharp bewilderment continues afew men in a suit walk up to the siblings.
???: Excuse me, are you two the ones we requested for our.... 'Arrangements?'
Sharp stares at the men, then back at Casket, then back at the men.
Sharp: ...Uh, yeah? I guess?
Sharp glances back at Casket and helps him back up by grabbing him by the arm. Sharp then walks up to the Suited man and pulls out a small case.
Sharp: Is this it?
???: Yes, it is.
The man extends his hand out, waiting for Sharp to hand over the item.
???: Please. Post haste. We have much to award you for this transaction.
Sharp almost reluctantly hands over the case into the man's hand, the individual then stuffs it into a briefcase that one of his companions was carrying.
???: ...Thank you for your cooperation. I regret to inform you that you've outlived your purpose in your grand scheme of plans.
Sharp looks at them quizzically before feeling metal being pinned against the back of his head, and Casket feels something akin to a metal pipe being pressed against his back.
Right now... There are 4 words running through the minds of the siblings at the moment. Casket thinks to himself, "Son of a..."
Sharp: ...BITCH.
BANG.
Chapter 2: Bang Bang - End