Disclaimer: "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" is created by Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill. Apart from the character "Kenneth Tam", not one character used here is mine.
Cleveland, Ohio, May 7 2008
A small group of three people were inside a bank, where they filled their bags with all the money they could find. They kept at it, until they saw a searchlight outside, and heard a voice through a megaphone.
"Police!" it shouted, "We've got the place surrounded! Seize your criminal activity at once, and come out with your hands above your head!"
"Now we're busted." one of them said.
"Don't be so negative, O'Shea." another one told him.
"He's right." the third one, who had an eye-patch, hissed, "If we leave the way we came, we'd be busted."
Outside, all officers were waiting for people to come out, but no one came.
"Are you sure there's somebody here?" the chief asked one of his subordinates.
"The silent alert came from here, so it has to be." the subordinate answered.
The chief could not understand it, until he spotted lights. He looked at where they came from, but the only lights he saw were either from lamp-posts, therefor immobile, or from the other policemen, whose lights were pointed towards the bank. The only possible place where they may have come from is... and the chief froze at that thought... the sewers. He opened the nearest sewer-lit and and went down. There, he raised his gun and his own flashlight.
"Stop or I'll shoot!" he shouted.
The three of them stopped and turned around. The chief didn't know two of them, but he most certainly recognized the one with the eye-patch.
"Plissken?" he whispered.
As if on command, the one called Plissken raised his own gun and shot the chief.
"What're you doing! They would have heard that!" the one called O'Shea whined.
"Texas, you go that way." Plissken said, "Carjack, you go the other."
"We split up. How's that gonna..."
Before the one called Carjack could finish the question, other policemen went down too. This helped the trio to eventually split up.
The one called Plissken got three policemen hot on his tails. Plissken shot as many bullets as he could, which merely wounded two of them. The third one, however, took a grenade out of his pockets and pulled out the pin.
"This is for our chief, you motherfucker!" he exclaimed as he threw it away.
The grenade exploded right behind Plissken, which caused much of the roof to collapse. There was too much smoke for anyone to see whether Plissken was at all even hit. But this particular man was convinced he was.
Some time later, while the other two were already caught, two paramedics rushed to the place where Plissken was last seen. That was at a time when the smoke had cleared, so everyone could see that he was caught under the roof.
"That's one criminal less." one of them said.
"I don't see anybody there." the other remarked.
"His entire body is probably under all that rubble. Of course you can't see him."
"But what if he's still alive?" this one sounded concerned.
"Nobody survives this." he was assured, "Even if he did, would you want such a wanted criminal to be saved?"
New Jersey, March 14 2010
The headline of that day read "A new encounter with alien life-forms?" along with a picture of a large rectangular object. Along with it was the subtitle: "Or another hoax?" along with a picture of a woman, who according to the next underneath it was crazy enough to believe to have been across the universe talking with aliens. One man, holding this particular newspaper, while waiting in his limousine, heard another car driving by. He put down his paper and got out of his car, along with his briefcase.
The other car, also a limousine, stopped to allow another man to come out.
"Mr. Morris." the one who waited spoke.
"Mr. Tracy." Morris replied.
The two got closer, along with their briefcases. First, Morris raised his own and opened it. Tracy looked through the papers it held. They were blueprints to special machines, which for some reason interested Tracy.
"These were very hard to get, especially from Japan, as they're still quite suspicious of us." Morris told him.
"They'll have no choice but to acknowledge us, once I use these." Tracy replied.
Morris wasn't sure if it was supposed to be ensuring or threatening, that's why he decided not to ask him anything, but instead asked: "You got the money?"
Tracy raised his own briefcase, opened it to show Morris. All Morris did then was scan it with a light, so he could see whether the money is real, which it was. They both closed their briefcases, so they could exchange it. Suddenly, something popped out of nowhere in the corner of their eyes. When they turned to look, they saw a man, who jumped into the air, made a sort of flip and kicked Morris down, so he could quickly nap his briefcase and disappear into the night.
Seattle, Washington, March 20 2010
A young couple were sitting on a bench, enjoying what looked like a warm day for the time of the year.
"So..." the guy started, "... nice day, isn't it?"
The girl looked at him, surprised: "You talk about the weather? You never do that."
"I'm sorry, Tess." he apologized, "I'm trying to make conversation, but all I can come up with is... well, the one thing I'm trying to avoid."
The girl, Tess, smiled: "You mean how I'm doing ever since Kevin died. Ever since I met you, and now that you've taken me here... I say I'm pretty fine, Kenny."
This surprised the guy, Kenny: "You're not angry enough to call me by my full name?"
"Well..." Tess explained, "I think that by now too many people already know you're name's Kenneth Tam, so maybe I shouldn't do that anymore."
Kenny didn't know how he should feel about this, but Tess gave him one assuring kiss, to let him know it's alright: "Cheer up, I was only kidding."
Kenny smiled, as he wrapped his arm around her. He then looked around. He spotted a black bird near them, which got him to think of another subject to talk about: "You know, I once read about this other couple, somewhere in Detroit I think, who met with a gang of mobsters, who brutally slaughtered them. Strangely, one year after that happened, all of these mobsters were found murdered themselves."
This surprised Tess: "Why are you telling me that?"
"I don't know." Kenny answered, "I just see that bird over there, and I think about it."
He sighed as he too didn't understand it. Then he spotted an ice-cream vendor.
"You want some ice-cream?" he asked Tess.
Tess smiled: "I'd love some."
Kenny didn't need to hear anything else, as he then got up to get some.
Tess waited for him to come back. But it was then that someone grabbed her from behind, kept a chloroformed cloth against her mouth and dragged her into a van.
Hearing a disturbance, Kenny turned around. When he saw his girlfriend kidnapped, he got out of the line and ran towards the van. Even though he himself would be too slow to catch the van, he would still be able to read it's license-plate. But just as he did, another car hit him, very hard. People gathered around him, worried about how he's doing, while others called the police and an ambulance. Meanwhile, though nobody noticed, the black bird that Kenny spotted looked at the crowd, then took off.
Idaho, April 19 2010
In an upstairs bedroom, a little ten year old girl heard someone coming into the house, asking the elder people: "Have you seen this girl?"
The girl could only guess that this someone had a picture, which he showed to the elders. Her picture. Nevertheless, she knew she shouldn't stay there anymore. She opened the window, jumped out and like a cat she landed on her feet. Immediately, she ran into the nearest woods she could find. In there, she met with another man, who was somewhere around his fifties, who awaited her, under some of the forrest's dirt. Out of reflex, she used all her skills to take this man down, which apparently went quite smoothly, for a little girl. But the old man himself had quite some experience in fighting himself, so he wasn't easy to take down either. Every time the girl had him pinned down, the man manged to get out of her grip. At one point, he had his arm around her, but she tossed him over her shoulder. While she was distracted in doing that, the man penetrate a needle through her neck's artery, thereby allowing a sedative to run through her veins. Once that was taking effect, the girl could no longer stand on her two feet.
Somewhat exhausted from this fight, the man got up again: "I didn't underestimate you because you're a girl. You shouldn't underestimate me for being old."
The other man, who went inside to ask about this girl, came and asked: "You got her, Mac Lane?"
"I told you someone should be waiting outside, Ovronnaz." he replied.