Where Do Bad Men Go? (OPEN) Aug 11, 2018 23:27:01 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Aug 11, 2018 23:27:01 GMT -6
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Badman City. The newest addition to Earth's list of megalopolis'. Once named after a great hero in Earthling lore, the entire place was overtaken by a magician working for the World Trade Fleet and renamed to fit their evil intent. Since the day of the attack, it seems outwardly that things had gone back to normal, but one can never judge books by their cover. In the weeks since, reports have streamed in that violence has risen sharply, especially to tourists and foreigners passing through. Despite this, the city has seen an exponential drop in poverty, and has been reported to be one of the cleaner cities on the planet. Needless to say, the world is flabbergasted by the strange occurrences.
Some consider it a change for the better, but there are others who can smell the stink of rancid lies from miles away.
"No change, sire."
"Keep your eyes peeled. They'll show soon, surely."
The young Imeckian, a man named Zeik, lowered his binoculars, turning to his leader. King Vocado was a young Saiyan, but he had a sharp wit when it came to strategy. They'd been alone together for a few hours now, simply watching the outskirts of the city in silence through the night. Their vantage point, a tall ridge a few miles from their target, was surrounded by enough trees and foliage to shroud them, but high enough to give them a wide field of view. Though, to be fair, they only needed eyes on one place.
There was a newly constructed toll booth at the southern edge of the city limits, and a suspicious number of trucks had come through without incident. When would the next shipment come, if there was one, and what exactly did those trucks contain? The only way to find out was to hijack one before they found their way to the booth, but they'd need to do it with care. Attacking the wrong truck would leave them with a lot to explain, and attacking one with too many eyes on it would surely get them caught in seconds.
In the calm breeze of the early morning, Zeik was surprised to see another truck approach. Up until now they'd only shown in the dead of night, but here was one driving in just in time for breakfast! He slowly began standing, but Vocado, who was knelt next to him, stayed his rise. "Not this one," he commanded, "It's got backup. Look closer."
Zeik turned his eyes off the road, only now noticing that the black sixteen-wheeler on the highway was tailed by a pair of hovering ATV's. They were driving a fair distance behind the large truck, but surely they were all in the same convoy. The Imeckian sighed, and lowered his binoculars. "Right. Sorry sire."
"Don't worry. We'll just have to wait for the next one."
The King stood from his kneeling position, rolling his neck as he clicked his scouter on. It blipped and hummed, scanning for nearby threats. The drivers of those vehicles were nothing special, but Vocado only had one ally. Even if they attacked in unison, that still left one vehicle standing, and despite Vocado's speed, he wouldn't be able to reach the third in time without expending enough energy to alert the figure in the toll booth.
"This is a conundrum indeed..." he mused aloud to himself as he grabbed a piece of charred meat from the dead fire behind them. He was never the best cook, but even this blackened beast was better than his mother's cooking.
Chewing idly on the creature, Vocado simply watched, kneeling down next to Zeik once more. In time, another truck would show, and they might learn something about the city of bad men.