Betrayals And Aliens

"It is a great sadness for all of us," Cooper began his speech entitled 'Oh my! I lost my mission!'. "That we couldn't catch that Rickardo in time. As I've already said, he usually travels with a large army. It's almost impossible for us to catch that sneaky devil within our rage… uh, I mean, range. It is our… our… " he peeked at his hand with the words scribbled on his palm. "Our destiny to complete atleast four of the tasks assigned by our agency. Here you go, guys. Take a good look at each of them."

They were at Cooper's cottage in California, seated upon fluffy golden-gleamed sofas with the scent of a Persian perfume. Nanofibrous rugs were under their feet. It wasn't much to their gang; just Vandermann, Exodus and Demonstar. Luther had gone back to New York to fetch Harrison back within 23 hours' time.

Cooper laid a letter on the white polished acacia table, imported straight off the Kalahari Desert from Africa. A light filled the room with brightness.

It was pure daylight, seeping through the open shutters from the 120 cm X 52 cm window. If you looked in that direction, you could make out the shape of the Pacific Ocean behind a solid curtain of skyscraping buildings.

Here's a copy of that 'letter':

THE M.B.C. GIVES YOU A CHANCE TO BECOME RICH!

Missions:
1) Kill all the zombies at Area SATAN
2) Find 3 pages from the Codex Leceister
3) Kill the members of the MIW
4) Kill Rickardo Viz
5) Meet up with the City Dogs
6) Find the hidden treasures of Aezed-Coc.

"So what do you think?" Cooper sat back to his position onto the sofa with a large bundle of tightly-rolled dollar bills. "Should we call in the City Dogs or…" he produced another bundle from his jacket pocket. "The Bazooka Boyz will suffice?"

"Before that, where did you get these greens from anyway?" Demonstar Black put a hand on his MP5-mini, tucked and well-hidden behind his heavy Cuban belt. "You never had any real job, nor did you ever take any loans. Speak the truth, brother!" His grip tightened around the gun; his index finger was ready to pull the trigger.

"Whoa, chill down, bro. Chill down!" Cooper followed the same trick. His Wilhelm-43 dagger's serrated edge gleamed with suspicion. Behind his omni-present aviators, his eyes pointed sharply straight into Demonstar's greyish orbs, his so-called eyes.

Vandermann felt out-of-place in their eyeing matches. Before he could utter a single word, Cooper Black spun an arm around Vandermann's neck and he felt a blade scrape away at the jugular veins. His innocent hasty eyes looked towards Daemon for support, but it was over.

The MP5-mini opened fire. Vandermann's eyes went blank and his body became lank. His blood hit the floormat like a warm, refreshing spray that slid through the holes of the Earth and made its way to Hell.

Back on the table, the letter was still open.

7) Kill Vandermann Vugerton.

***

"Got everything that makes men bleed," Cooper's hands, arms, pockets, pant pockets, and his backpack was full of bullets, shells, cartridges, magazines and rounds. "Will this be enough, brother?"

Daemon Black was trying to find a number on his phone's 'Contacts'.

"No," the word split through Cooper's nerves. He dropped some of the ammunition he was carrying.

"No? What d'you mean 'no' for, bro?" he knew arguing with Demonstar was as dangerous as trying to step on an anti-personnel landmine to see whether it still worked or not.

The result came, quick as a countercurse. One moment Demonstar was into his phone, the other his hairy knuckles of the left hand was just a millimeter away from smacking Cooper's nose. Then, came a smack, light as a bop. Demonstar's furious gaze met Cooper's and suddenly they burst out laughing!

"Hahaha! Heheheh!" both the Black brothers had a peculiar method of pranking each other at odd times. "Yet, man, it's a 'no'. Oh, come on! You don't expect to knock down a single howler without losing ten times the amount, keeping the scorchers off their tracks! Only one certain gang knows the secret art of killing 'advanced' zombies."

"Who?" Cooper's eyes were wide, his ears were ready. Ready to embrace the next few words that escaped from his brother's lips.

"They are… the one and only… the City Dogs. I'm sure they can aid us enough."

A Month Later…

It was hard to believe, harder than smashing your favorite gaming console or plasma TV, but it was true. New York City's skyline was fully occupied by a single extraterrestrial aircraft, hovering above the metropolis, like a giant shadow filled with terrifying terrorizing terror. (If you ever had the chance to try the game 'Saints Row IV', maybe you might get a clear picture of the scenario.)

At the center of its base, was the core: a radioactive purplish glowing opaque hole. Purple wires, glyphs, and exhaust chambers pulsed single rays of blue, that traced its steps back to the core. No one knew what the thing looked like from the top, but from the worm's eye view, the platform-like aircraft's body was black and dark, like midnight. Sparks and bluish light erupted from the core, with occasional bursts of swirling lasers, that burned through nearby skyscrapers' tops.

The UFO platform, a.k.a. the Kor Ondrone, depicted a large circular drone, that remained suspended in midair. To dock it to the ground, several wireless KOLUs (Kor Ondrone Landing Utility) had plunged deep into the earth, smashing right through buildings, as if they were nothing but card castles. A 20-ft deep crater marked the outlines of each claw-shaped KOLUs, which caused devastating chaos, within the mega city. The KOLUs tethered the damn KO to the ground.

The bluish pulses of light flowed through many man-made structures, as well. All the cables, electricity wires, railways, buildings, and everything else that stood in the path of the twisting wreckage was covered up with the KO glyphs, and blue pulses/signals.

Of people, there weren't any signs, living or dead. Perhaps they hid under the ground, in hidden quarantine zones. Or perhaps they all vaporized when the Kor Ondrone released the smaller Kizi Bodrones to hunt for humans and shoot alpha particles at them. With no humans in sight, the Kizi Bodrones were of no use, so they all performed the well-known 'self-destruct'.

Vehicles littered the labyrinth of debris; slowly everything, from tiny specks of dust to giant architecture, was decaying into koronium, the substance that the Kor Ondrone was composed of.

Harrison Garison didn't have much of a choice, nor time. The Lucky Charms motel was now a KOLU site, with everything he ever owned, being decayed to alien dust. But he didn't lose everything; he still had his cute girlfriend, Amy Catt, with him. Amy and he were among the thousands of citizens who took refuge under the blanket of a secretly-hidden stronghold, specially designed, for withstanding atomic-nuclear blows.

For nearly a year, there was no sign of Cooper Black and his team of badass gun buddies. John Luther was here with Harrison, but he wasn't a bold match for the great CB, who was previously seen discussing about some Iranian terrorist with the City Dogs' members: Carl Jason, Rogue Jacob, and Li'l Jacob.

What took them so long to arrive at the city of distress, to answer the calls of a thousand citizens?

Before Harrison could rack his brains to find out, the KO opened fire: an extreme blast of a purple bolt so green, that its bluish glow made the surroundings grow red, with yellow outbursts.

Amidst all the madness of thousands of panicking New Yorkers, Harrison heard a refreshing tone. He rummaged between his pockets, to reveal his smartphone ringing. The display read: "Cooper Black".