"We'll leave the territory in your hands," Black said as he climbed into the carriage with White, Silent, and Meat.
They traveled near the hole in silence — usually loud, especially White and Meat, but somehow the two of them were quiet now.
Black looked at Meat, who was writing in his small black notebook. He shifted his gaze to White, who was resting.
Lost in thought, he couldn't help but remember the exact words Anon had said the night before.
"An offer you can't refuse — tomorrow we'll go to the 'upper world'. All five main crews are invited, including the Pop Girl's." Anon had smiled eerily. "Who knows — it might help you get your revenge~"
Thinking about those words made Black feel annoyed. The 'upper world' that had once filled him with hope and expectation had only left him with scars — and now he'd finally be able to go back.
After several minutes traveling from the Bringers' territory to near the hole — filled with countless tons of trash from the 'upper world' — Silent knocked on the carriage to signal they'd arrived.
When White, Black, and Meat stepped out, they couldn't help but stare in awe at a black triangular shape with wings on both sides.
"Woah, what's that?!" Meat exclaimed, forgetting himself and removing his mask — his mouth was wide open.
"Damn, so we're riding this?" White asked.
Black stayed silent, his mind racing. It's different from back then... Or is it special for us?
"..."
"Wait — don't tell us we're actually going to the upper world, Brother?!" Meat yelled.
White playfully punched him in the forearm. "C'mon, don't be so loud — this is Cyber Punk territory, they might hear us y'know~" He put a finger to the masked part of his mouth.
"Owww, yeah I forgot!" Meat replied.
"Don't worry about it — all of the main five crews are joining."
But is this transport big enough? It seems small... Black thought.
Silent crossed his arms as the door of the black transport opened. Five men emerged, all wearing brown leather suits. The tallest one stood in the middle — he had a long white beard and wore a black wool hat that hid his eyes.
"NICE TO MEET YOU, THE BRINGERS! I INTRODUCE MYSELF AS GENERAL NYTON OF THE UPPER WORLD COMMITTEE. I WILL BE YOUR COMPANION TODAY AS YOU ARRIVE AT OUR DESTINATION!" he boomed, proud and loud.
Meat leaned down to White. "He seems kinda scary, Brother!" "Shhh," White replied.
"Ehem." General Nyton cleared his throat.
"Please enter," he said, welcoming the Bringers with a wave.
"Ah — we'll just get our belongings," Meat said, raising his hand.
"Don't worry about it — my men will get them. Please come inside," he said in a serious tone, signaling his men with his hand. As the men walked off to carry the supplies, the Bringers entered.
Inside, the transport was spotless and modern — far more expensive than anything they'd seen before, Black thought.
They walked into a room with soft red chairs and a table in front of them, seating four people.
"Please take a seat," General Nyton said. The four Bringers sat down comfortably in the red chairs.
A bald man came out of another door. General Nyton looked back, and the man made a sign.
"I'll be back," he said, leaving.
The Bringers looked around.
"Wow, it's pretty nice!" White said, putting both feet on the glass table.
"But Brother, you shouldn't put your feet on the table — you'll dirty it!" Meat said.
"Shh, you can do anything if you're strong enough!" White grinned under his mask.
"Woah really?! Then I should relax too!" Meat said. He sat back, and the red chair creaked and leaned back under his weight. As White closed his eyes, he heard a loud noise — and when he opened them, Meat's long legs were wedged between his chair.
"What the hell?!" White freaked out.
"..." Silent looked at them with an annoyed face.
"But you told me you can do anything if you're strong enough?" Meat asked.
"That was a joke," White said, annoyed.
Looks like he got a taste of his own medicine, Black thought, smiling under his mask.
"Hey Black — I was just joking, right?" White said, still stuck between Meat's feet.
"Yeah yeah," Black replied.
"Oh okay!" Meat said, removing his feet from between White's chair.
"Finally!" White celebrated.
This thing doesn't have any windows...
As they messed around, General Nyton came back through the door.
"Sorry for leaving — we're actually going to start our journey now."
"Everyone hold on," Black commanded.
General Nyton quickly replied: "There's no need for that. The outer shell and machine are completely separated from here — we use a machine called anti-gravity."
"Anti-gravity?" Meat asked.
"Yes — a machine that lets us set any gravity we want, and it doesn't affect the transport at all."
"Woah!" Meat said, his eyes wide with imagination.
Anti-gravity... Sounds familiar. No windows probably because of it, Black thought.
"Then I guess I don't need to explain it to you~" White said.
"Woah, you know about it too, Brother White?!" Meat asked.
"Of course~" White grinned.
"Hey, listen to the general," Black said in a serious tone.
General Nyton — despite his muscular build — smiled.
"I'll explain: crews like you from around the world will be participating in a game. You'll see people you've never met before — or maybe people you have. And yes, anyone can join."
"Our game is simple: win, advance to the next round, gain the prizes, change your life."
Goddammit, the guy who wrote this line really sucks, General Nyton thought to himself.
"Any questions — more information will come later."
Meat raised his hand. "What kind of games are we playing?" he asked cheerfully.
General Nyton touched his chin, thinking. "Hmm... I don't really know — I'm only here to get you to the destination. But from what I've heard..."
He smiled eerily.
"...it's quite fun and deadly."