JLA: Urban Revolution- Prologue
"We have been silent for too long." A young man says. He stands addressing two of his peers, who are seated around a circular table. The room is soundproof, but the floor shakes with the bass from the hardcore music club outside the meeting room. The young man stands dressed, as he always is, in a black tee shirt and shorts. His hands are taped up with black athletic tape adorned with silver X's.
"Silent?" Asks a young woman to his right. She, like her peers in the room, is no more than eighteen. "You call practically riding the city of crime being silent?"
"First off, practically isn't good enough. Call me idealistic, but we could eradicate crime from this city altogether." He speaks calmly, clearly. He is undeniably a leader.
"Idealistic isn't the word I'd use." The young woman fires back. "Naive maybe." The young mans expression darkens. He opens his mouth to speak but he is cut off by the third person in the room.
"Uh, waitasec... What does eradicate mean?" Another young man says. He is tall, thick, made like a brick house. Unfortunately he is also as smart as one.
"Destroy. It means destroy, Cliff." The first young man replies, his tone unmistakably exasperated.
"Sorry Brighton." Cliff mumbles, his eyes downcast.
"It's okay." Brighton says shortly before continuing. "I mean we have been silent on a much broader scale. We have concentrated our efforts exclusively on here for too long. We have stagnated. Now is the time for us to expand." He says.
"Where?" The young woman asks him. Her expression is blank, practiced.
"Gotham, Metropolis. Don't you see that now, with the world in the state it is in, is our time? WE can make these cities safer! WE can change the world! But we must do it NOW!" Brighton speaks passionately, his eyes darting between his to compatriots.
"Hey Brighton." A voice sounds inside the groups ears.
"What's up Swift?" Brighton responds to the fourth member of their team, who is currently on monitor duty in the basement of the club that they use as an HQ.
"Hate to break up your promo, but we have a bank robbery in progress at the National on 33rd." He says quickly. He sits at a computer terminal, his eyes quickly scanning the screens in front of him.
The meeting becomes a whirlwind of motion as the young people prepare.
"You tell Blackout?" Brighton asks.
"He's en route."
"Okay people." Brighton says. "Showtime."
Authors note: Okay everyone. This is the prologue to my first ark of my JLA series of stories. My writing style is always changing, so just bear with me. I'm going for a real comic type feel, with character development, action a bit of humor, and all that Jazz. So drop me a review. I have other responsibilities, plus vacation coming up, but it'll get done. This actually wasn't the original first ark, but I got it done first. So hey, it's all good. Drop me a review, feedback, whatever. Flames will be mocked, constructive criticism will be taken with open... uh... mind... I suppose. So, see ya in 30 (not really, it's more like when I get it done...) readers!
Low-Ki.
P.S. I know this is insanely short, but this is a six part story NOT including the prologue.