Rating: PG (rating will change for later chapters)
Warning: This story is NOT for Maggie Beckett fans!
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Authors Note: Yippee! Another story! (Hm, that rhymed...) Anyway, this same fic can be found on my Ao3 account (under the same story name and username) but on that site there's pics to go along with the story! Anyhow, please R/R!
In a dirty and war torn Golden Gate Park, a swirling blue vortex opened and four weary travelers shot out of the wide opening and landed in a dog pile. These travelers are Quinn Mallory, Wade Wells, Rembrandt Brown, and Professor Arturo.
"Would you lot get the bloody hell off of me?" Professor Arturo growled from his position at the bottom of the heap. The hefty English academian grunted in relief and frustration as his sliding companion rolled off of him and at the same time chuckled at his expense.
"Well this is definitely not home," Rembrandt said as he looked around the park. The funny moment was dashed as the others looked around to see what the favorite singer could mean by his comment. The usual beautiful Golden Gate Park with its lush grassy ground they were used to, was replaced with a war torn and litter was everywhere.
But what really terrified them was the sky color. Due to the heavy pollution, the sky was an ominous blood red color.
"What's happened here?" shuddered Wade as she linked her arm through the Professor's thick coat clad arm. "Well whatever's happened here, let's not bring attention to ourselves." Everyone agreed and then made their way out of the dirty park.
As they walked, Rembrandt asked, "By the way Q-Ball, how long are we going to be here in Gotham?" Quinn smirked at the joke as he fished the timer from his coat pocket. "Man, we're going to be here for a month," huffed Quinn. "But where ever we are, we gotta really stay out of trouble. Because something's really wrong with the timer and we can't open it when we want to. It really needs a prolonged rest."
"Agreed Mr. Mallory and seeing as how we're here for a month it seems like there is menial labor is in order for us all."
"Well before all of that, let's get some food," said Rembrandt.
"That's a splendid idea Mr. Brown!" Arturo exclaimed as the two older men walked ahead. Quinn and Wade simply shrugged with an amused smile on their faces before they too jogged to catch up with them.
~|S|L|I|D|E|R|S|~
As the four sliders walked into the smallish restaurant and were seated, they didn't notice that they were being watched by a mysterious uniform figure and his partner across the room.
Soon though, the sliders food arrived. Due to the menu was foreign to them, they ordered four orders of fried rice. But just as they picked up their forks and started to eat, a strong hand clamped down on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn and the others looked up to see that they were surrounded by at least six cops. "Already?!" whispered Rembrandt in disbelief.
Wade started to look around at the other patrons and saw that the people there had all stopped eating and were looking at the four of them with much disdain.
Quinn audibly gulped down his rice and asked, "Is there a problem officer?"
"Is there a problem? Hey guys did you hear that? The kid wants to know what the problem is," said a thin but obviously athletically built pale man with purpleish black hair and green eyes.
"I can't believe it either Tahno. I didn't know people were this dumb. Especially in this day 'n age," said another well-built man with a tan complexion and harsh grey eyes and black hair.
"Tahno, Ming. Shut up. Cuff them and hall them out of here," commanded the obvious leader of the group. This tanned man was also athletically built and had a huge horrible and ugly burn scar across his face. But there was something dangerous about him. This man had his brown hair tied in a pony-tail and cruel blue eyes peering down at them.
"Yes Sgt. Amon," both Ming and Tahno said simultaneously.
As the sliders were standing and being cuffed and searched, Arturo asked in his most polite and nonthreatening tone of voice, "Excuse me Sir. What have we done?"
"Don't start Fat Boy. You all know that eating off of forks is crude in public. And that's not to mention you all ordered alcohol after 3pm. What did you think we were just going to sit by?" mocked Ming.
"Oh wait! What's this?" asked Tahno as he pulled the timer from Quinn's pocket.
"That's ours!" exclaimed Wade as she struggled against her restraints.
"I can see that," Tahno mocked before eyeing the timer and then sniffed it.
"What is it?" asked Sgt. Amon.
Before Quinn could answer with a lie, Tahno said, "I smell drugs. Looks like you're all going down for drug possession too!"
"Drugs! There are no drugs in there you blistering idiot!" bellowed Arturo but then he was suddenly silenced by Amon. Amon had reached out behind the professor's neck and applied enough pressure to knock the man unconscious.
At seeing their friend's prone form now being held up by two really strong officers, the three sliders looked on in horror and disbelief. Then Amon had a gun leveled at Arturo's head.
"Look Sgt. Amon…we're not from here. I can promise you sir that there isn't any drugs in our device," said Rembrandt.
Amon leveled them all with a look that could kill. Then in a cold and calculating voice, Amon said, "That's what everyone says. But at the end of the day you're all the same scum. Although, let me warn you that when I do find drugs in your device. I'll gladly cleanse and kill you all personally," Amon said then he turned to leave but stopped at the sound of Quinn voice.
"You can't do this! We're human just like you. Who do you think you are?"
Amon turned half way to look at the tall young stranger and said with a sick smile on his face and said, "I'm the solution." Then he looked at his officers and jerked his head toward the door and left.
The officers roughly shoved the three sliders, and dragged Arturo's unconscious body, out of the restaurant and into a caged paddy wagon.
As the door clanged shut an ominous silence descended upon them about what unknown evil awaited them.
..:TBC:..