The world's a real shady place.

It was night, and it was quiet. That is, until two police cars, sirens blaring, skid around the corner of a building and race off down the street, apparently in pursuit of something.

Or someone.

A head peeks out from behind a building, and it looks around. Seeing no one, the figure rushes away.

Take it from me.

The large animatronic slams a fist on the table, rattling it. He scans the people in the room with him with cold azure eyes.

"We are NOT losing to Golden and his people, you hear me? We will NOT let him get the best of us!"

The people in the room cheer.

I mean, I live there.

"RUN!" she yells, stopping to empty more bullets onto their pursuers.

"I AM running!" the man yells back.

The bullets did nothing, and their pursuers roar, two pairs of glowing red eyes appearing behind them.

The guy curses, taking out a short stick. He flicks it down, and a blade grows out of it, pulsing with energy.

He turns around and points it at the creatures.

"Earth is NOT for the taking, losers!"

It's Us Against Them

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