The Guerillas of District 9

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21. September 2143, Saturday

"Ugh Chan..."

"Ugh Hongjoong," Chan mimicked the other, the muzzle of the pistol still pointed at Hongjoong's forehead. Suddenly, someone else next to Chan slowly lowered his gun. His eyes were fixed on the person who had just been threatened by his leader.

"Hongjoong?" the man on the other side whispered almost hopefully. The person addressed turned his head in the direction from which the voice came. However, he couldn't make out anything more than a slightly larger silhouette in the darkness.

"Seungmin, turn on your flashlight," the same voice from earlier asked pleadingly. "No, Seungmin won't turn on the flashlight," Chan said, emphasizing the word 'not'. "Well, too bad for you, old man. But we're not bats," Seungmin said provocatively and shortly afterwards a soft click was heard. A bright light illuminated the scene, whereupon the person pointed the light at Hongjoong's face. The latter squeezed his eyes tightly shut to avoid going blind. The intensity of the light was so great that Chan's group could now see all seven of them.

"Can the others please turn around," Chan ordered, causing Hongjoong's group members to turn around slowly, their hands still in the air. "Wow, can we put our arms down, otherwise I'll get a pulled muscle," grumbled Mingi. "No," came out Chan bitingly, whereupon the big one groaned in annoyance.

"How about not shining your light directly into their eyes?" a new voice asked reproachfully, having noticed that their counterparts turned their faces away slightly and narrowed their eyes. The flashlight guy directed the beam a little downwards, which made Hongjoong's group breathe a sigh of relief.

The captain widened his field of vision again and scrutinized the five guerrillas standing in front of him. In the middle of the front line was Chan, who constantly kept his ice-cold gaze on the younger man. Then Hongjoong's gaze wandered to the members, looking for possible dangers and trying not to lose his dangerous expression.

Next to Chan stood a guy with blond hair, and next to him a slightly taller person with brown hair and blond bangs. The latter had a flashlight in his hand. Because of this, Hongjoong could see his face better, in contrast to the other guerrillas.

There were also two other black-haired men standing a little further back to Chan's left and right.

Judging by their clothes, they all looked like they knew exactly how to live as fugitives. They wore civilian clothes with a touch of Matrix. Hongjoong had to swallow when he realized what a professional appearance the men had.

Unlike Chan's group, the attire of Hongjoong's gang literally screamed sixteen-year-old rebellious emo goth teenagers listening to LO$ER=LO♡ER by TxT on loop in the room. However, their look also had something cyberpunk zombie apocalypse about it. Everything was rather dark with lots of ribbons and silver buckles shining here and there. Somehow it also had a freedom fighter feel to it with the thrown-together tactical half-fingered gloves, makeshift protective vests and side pockets that some of them were wearing.

If the seven of them also had a horrible bum smell, that would be the icing on the cake and to say something like that is somehow rather pathetic.

"You can take that away if you're not seriously planning to put a bullet through my head," growled Hongjoong contemptuously, pointing his chin at Chan's pistol. Guided by emotion, Chan pressed the barrel of the gun lightly and pressed the muzzle lightly against his temple. It was only meant to scare him a little. "My territory, my rules. Got it?"