Aftermath [in work]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The sun was rising. Brook and the other had walked to the outskirts of New York. The area was secluded and isolated.

"A junkyard?" Brook asked the other in anger. The young kid nodded and said, "Hell yeah, man. We're freaking safe here."

"A junkyard is safe?"

"Well, yeah. Zodiacs aren't interested with our wastes."

The junkyard was actually a very big area. The front gate was the entrance to the hideout. The trash were dumped out elsewhere, leaving tons of open space. To the left of the junkyard was a small building that had a giant sign indicating it was a lab. In the middle of the junkyard were small cabins, tents, and cars crowded with un-armed people. To the right was a taller building, where armed men stood at.

"I thought this was a gang?" Brook asked. The other nodded and explained, "A camp group. We can't just let people starve like that. Shit is crazy."

A short man in baggy clothes spotted Brook, and stomped towards the young one. "Dave, you can't just bring in someone! He could be one of the Astro boys." The man scolded. "Astro boys?" Brook asked. "Another term for Asteroids, those snitches." Dave explained.

"I can assure you, i'm no Astro boy. I actually saved your friend here." Brook said, pointing at Dave. ."Well, we'll have to introduce you to our boss first."

The three went to the right of the yard, entering into the tall building. The security watched Brook carefully. They entered through many lock doors, until Brook found himself alone in a dark room.

Brook stood infront of the closed door. "Hey?" He asked casually. He heard a crackle of a laugh, and then lights turned on. A tall man sat on a throne with a golden frame and red leather. He had two rings on each finger, with rubies, diamonds, and emeralds. The man had a scarred yet young face. His left eye had a scar that made it shut closed.

"What's your name, peasant?" The man asked, holding his own hands. Brook looked at his rings and chuckled, "Brook. Who are you again?" The man grinned, and answered, "Call me Jack. My past name is irrelevant at this point."

"Where'd you get all those rings?" Brook asked abruptly. Jack looked at his rings and said, "As the most powerful man in New York right now, I would say that it has it's perks."

"Most powerful man?" Brook laughed.

"Why, you stand there in dirty clothes. While I, sit here, with a luxurious tuxedo."

"Looks is all you got? Besides, the most powerful man lives at a junk yard?"

"Hah, no. His gang resides at the junk yard. I reside in my own private kingdom miles away from here. Yet, it's all connected by pipes."

"Pipes?"

"Never heard of the underground city?"

The underground city was a safe haven for most survivors. Small groups of people will rest in the sewers or in lost mines, then trade with other people for resources. The underground city had a kingpit, Jack, who was also the human kingpit of the surface.

"So why did you save Dave? That idiotic youngster?" Jack asked Brook.

"He was in trouble. I had to help." Brook answered.

"Ah, but we don't really help people much. Sure, we have some people living here, but if my plan goes out correctly they will be gone soon."

"Plan?"

"That's none of your concerns, Brook. Now, do you want to join the Wolves?"

"Sure. . ."

Jack grinned, and nodded. "Well," he said in a dark tone, "first you must do a job. You see, we have a sort of. . .Astro boy here. Now, if he gives away what we are doing, it can ruin everything. Problem is, we don't know who it is. Brook, find this traitor and kill them. You'll have a week to do so. Rest is not a problem here, no. I'll empty out a RV for you, ol' chap."