The Omni-Duo

Alien Swarm

June 12, 2010

Our story begins near an abandoned train station in the outskirts of Bellwood. A few civilians can be seen strolling through the area, only to stop dead in their tracks once a familiar car makes a sharp left turn. A green and black Dodge Charger blazes down the road, leaving a thin trail of smoke in its wake.

We cut to a shot of the car as its driver activates its thrusters, boosting it down the empty road. A sign nothing that they have exited city limits is left in the dust, causing us to make yet another cut. This brings us to an abandoned warehouse, a good five miles outside of Bellwood. The driver pulls into the opened structure, while a man I can only describe as an addict approaches the multi-colored muscle car.

A familiar face stepped out of the vehicle before walking up to its front. An unmutated Kevin leaned back against the hood, clearly here to make yet another shady deal.

Kevin: What have you got for me, Fitz?

Fitz: I knew you'd be the guy to call for this, Kev. This is big, man. I figured you'd have the connections--

Before he could utter his next word, Kevin cut him off, eager to see the product.

Kevin: Show me.

The addict took his flip phone out of his pocket and started to dial someone's number. Though, before he could finish, three people on motorcycles rode into the scene.

Fitz: I-I'm just the middleman.

He gave a disclaimer while two of the motorcyclists stepped off their bikes. They removed their helmets and looked at the "human" boy inquisitively. They unclipped two briefcases from the sides of their vehicles and strapped them to the backs of their tacky jumpsuits.

Rider 1: You the buyer?

Kevin: Depends. What 'chu got?

Rider 2: Alien technology. The good stuff.

He said while taking the case off his back. The men were about to place their goods onto the hood of the car, but were quickly stopped by its owner, being awfully cautious about the paint, especially after last time.

Kevin: Watch the paint.

The dealers looked at him incredulously before returning to their previous action. Yellow light pierced through the cracks while the upper half of the briefcase swung open. Inside each container, there were two glowing tubes, each illuminated with a different color. One yellow, and one orange.

Kevin looked at the case, finding the product to be...intriguing to say the least. He removed the orange container and shifted it around a little. A large heap of metal scrap sloshed around the container, moving back and forth while the canister continued to be moved in that fashion.

Kevin: What the hell is this?

Rider 2: You don't know?

Kevin: I don't think you do either. Is it a weapon? Does it fire? Does it blow shit up? See, this is important information for a prospective...

Rider 2: It's alien technology. It's got to be worth some money. You interested or not?

Kevin: Just chill. Let me talk to my partners.

Fitz: Partners? You didn't say anything about partners.

Kevin: Neither did you.

Two people stepped out from around the corner, both of them easily recognizable. Gwen and Jen came out to assist in closing the deal, with the latter wearing a gray hoodie rather than her normal biker jacket.