Black-Out

Summary: A covert team of ‘Sin’ fighters begin to question their own moral standing and religious convictions in a rush to clear the world of an all-consuming darkness.

 

A plume of cigarette smoke escaped into the cold air. Unfortunately, in the winter months, it became deathly chilly in the Cross District, more so than the others. The woods were no exception as even now, a frosty mist spread throughout the trees, crawling between the trunks like a disturbed spirit.

 

In the forest clearing there stood a factory that should not have ever been thought of, built, and inhabited. The Meto Forest, well-known for it’s ferocious animalistic lodgers and as such, no establishment could grant a permit to invade it.

 

But, as usual, there are those who choose not to listen.

 

“So now, because of this inconsiderate asshole we have to come out here to a forest full of flesh-eating insects where it’s cold as balls and tear it down.” A man with flyaway black hair and stubborn eyes of auburn blew another smoke ring into the air. “That about the gist of this little field trip, Roach?”

 

Lieutenant Roach stood before his three subordinates, back to them as he stared up at the structure that loomed just before him. His face was sharp, angled over some harsh years to reflect the turmoil handed to him. With hair the color of golden wheat, Roach had timeless, iris-colored eyes and a neatly shaven five o’clock shadow. He sighed. “First off, Gray, I don’t like this any more than you do. Second, put out that cancer stick–I don’t really enjoy secondhand smoke. Third–and this is really important–it’s Lieutenant Roach.”

 

Smirking, the one called Gray flicked his cigarette into the surrounding forest. “Whatever you say, Lieutenant.”

 

Another sigh. “Gray, I have thirty-five bullets on me. I could just as easily empty them all into you as I could them.”