In the streets of New York, all was quiet. Two punks were walking down an empty street. They were walking towards a warehouse.
"You sure that's what you heard?" One of them asked the other.
"Dang right, that's what I heard!" He muttered back to the first guy. "The Purple Dragons are recruiting any kid they can get their hands on, and I want to get a
spot before they're all filled!"
"What's their rush though? Don't they hurt a lot of innocent people?" The first guy asked. He looked kinder than his friend, a little younger and more innocent.
He had bright brown hair, and green eyes.
"Look Sam, are you doin' this with me or not? I thought you said we're in this together?" The mean looking teenager challenged.
"Well that was before you got us into this huge mess!" Sam protested.
"Whatever, I can do this myself! I don't need you if you wanna be a darn chicken!" He waved his arm angrily and kept walking towards the dark warehouse.
Sam sighed. He watched his friend, then looked around to check if anyone was watching.
"Hey Peter, wait up!"
Sam caught up with his friend and the pair came to the warehouse door. Peter knocked hard on it, and it was opened. They shared a few words with the guards
standing opposite them and the two teenagers slipped inside.
The door closed and there once more was silence out in the streets.
