TEEN TITANS
CHAPTER 1:
Under Cover
IN THE EMPTY LOT of an old Waste Management warehouse, a limo pulled in. Behind it followed a black 08' Mustang, which parked just behind the limo. Out of the limo stepped a man, with gray hair, in his late fifties, wearing dress pants, and a body-length, golden leather jacket over a dress shirt, and a tie with a picture on it that resembled a goat head. Out of the Mustangs stepped two men, wearing black t-shirts and jeans, and black leather jackets.
Off of an ocean freighter came a steel crate, being laid down by a crane arm. A black F-250 Ford truck pulled up from the side of the ship, parked next to the spot the crate was rested, and two men got out, and walked over to the elderly gentleman.
The gentleman looked the two men over really good, and with a signal from his hand, he asked his employees to come over, and whispered something to them. They walked away, grabbed some brief cases out of their car, and walked away.
"Who are they, and what is going on?" asked the other man.
"They are none of your concern," said the elderly gentleman. "What does concern you, is securing this deal, Mr. O'Brian, is it?"
"Yes, and you are Mr. Blood?" asked Mr. O'Brian.
"Less chatting, more negotiating," said Mr. Blood. "Where is the merchandise?"
Mr. O'Brian snapped his fingers, and two men stepped out of the pickup. They opened the crate, took several cases over to where he was standing, and opened them to expose some automatic machine guns.
"How are they?" asked Mr. O'Brian.
"Perfect," said Mr. Blood. "But there's something fishy about these, and I think you need to tell me."
"Well these guns are FBI property, and…"
"So are you, you liar," said Mr. Blood while reaching in his coat.
Mr. O'Brian pulled out his hand gun, knowing that Mr. Blood was doing the same. But Mr. Blood was quicker. He pulled out the gun, shot Mr. O'Brian in the stomach, and then in the head. The two guys that unloaded the guns pulled out hand guns of their own, and shot at Mr. Blood, who turned and shot each of them in the head.
When they fell down, a police car pulled up, and an officer shot at Mr. Blood, who shot five times before hitting the officer in the chest, killing him. The car turned and crashed into the ship crate just as a helicopter flew overhead. They shined a light on Mr. Blood, who raised his gun and shot at the chopper. An FBI agent pulled out an automatic gun and shot at Mr. Blood. He just stood in the same spot as the bullets landed around him.
Up on the roof of the warehouse, the two men that worked for Mr. Blood set up a bazooka, and fired its rocket at the chopper. The chopper exploded, and came crashing down to the ground, causing another explosion.
Mr. Blood walked away, and reloaded his gun. As he did, several FBI cars drove up, lights flashing, and guns ready. "This is the FBI," said an agent with a blow horn. "Put the gun down, and step toward the vehicle, or we will shoot."
Mr. Blood raised his gun and shot three rounds at the cars. The agents all got out, raised their guns, and fired. But none of them hit Mr. Blood. When the agents stopped shooting, another bazooka rocket flew by and hit a car, causing a huge explosion that wiped out five agents.
An agent stood up after the explosion, and shot at Mr. Blood with his own hand gun. Mr. Blood turned and shot him in the head, along with a few other officers that took their own shots at him. Another rocket flew and took out another car. And the rest of the agents ran into their vehicles, and took off, letting Mr. Blood win the fight.
The men came down off the roof, and put away their weapons. And after loading the weapons from the crate, they left the site, and went to Mr. Bloods lair, a long way from where they were. In a large California city called Jump City.