Team Genesis Book 1
Chapter 1:  Downtown Crisis

It was a quiet night in Emerald Town.  Everyone minded their own business as they closed their shops, finished buying goods, and headed toward the banks for a last minute deposit.  Over at the bank The Guardian, a long line had formed as the towns most used bank continued to work diligently to attend all the people coming in and out.  The guards were sitting down; Mothers tended to their children; businessmen continued to talk on their phones on strategies for tomorrow and the day after.

Suddenly, a group of thugs arrived, guns ablaze, threatening everyone in their way.  The crowd went into a panic.

“Nobody move!” roared the first thug.  “Everybody cooperate, and this will be nice and painless”

The guards attempted to stand up, but two of the thugs pointed at both of them and shot them on the spot.  The panic in the crowd got stronger; children were crying; and the tellers quivered in fear.  Police arrived on the scene, hoping they could prevent a tragedy.

“Alright you delinquents, hands up and come out slowly!” ordered the sheriff.

“Shit!” whispered the first thug, who seemed to be the leader.  He grabbed the first woman on the floor and pointed his gun at her.  “Either you all back off, or someone’s going to get hurt,” he roared.

The Police kept their line.  But out of worry of the hostages’ safety, they held back.  “There’s no way we can save these people and catch these guys,” said one of the officers.  “We’re going to need some help.”

“Someone say help?” answered a mysterious voice from above.  Out came a mysterious lynx jumping over the police cars and crashing through the bank’s window.  He took his crimson shaded katana and hacked at three of the thugs.

“What the hell?!” yelped the leader.   He nearly dropped his gun before pointing it at the lynx.  “Who the hell are you?” inquired the thug.

The lynx looked at the leader and cockily smiled and answered, “I’m Rocco, Rocco the Lynx.”  He pointed his blade at him.  “And I believe you should take that gun and stick it ‘somewhere else’.”

The thug growled at him and started shooting.  But Rocco avoided every single one of his shots.  Two other thugs approached Rocco and began to attack him.  “Wanna dance?” Rocco exclaimed.  He took his katana and tripped the first thug and hacked at the second.  The first one got up and tried to attack him from behind.  Rocco quickly spinned and kicked him.  Rocco just laughed at the poor excuses for thugs.  “Is that all?”

Suddenly and huge thug nearly twice his size came in front of him.  The thug growled at him and made his knuckles crack like thunder.  He threw a punch that threw Rocco all the way to the other side of the bank, landing on top of one of the tellers.

“Damn!” yelped Rocco.  He turned to the teller.  “Sorry ‘bout that,” He grabbed his blade and lunged for the large thug.  The thug took his blade and tossed it away.  He started throwing punches while Rocco did his best to avoid all the punches.  Then he grabbed one of his arms.  “The bigger they are….” he started as he started to flip the thug, “….the harder they FALL!”  The large thug crashed hard on the floor.  When he tried to get up, Rocco grabbed his head and punched him hard on the face, knocking him unconscious.  He then turned to the leader with his cocky smile.  “I’ll give you ten seconds to drop the gun and give up.”

“You’ve got no right,” proclaimed the leader as he pointed his gun back at the woman.  “One step, and she’s history.”

“Heard that before,” Rocco sarcastically said.  He picked up a gun from the floor and shot at the thug on the arm.  The thug yelled and dropped his weapon.  Rocco then split him from the woman and knocked the thug unconscious.  At that point, the police came in.

“Unbelievable,” said the sheriff.  “One kid put down all these delinquents down.  You’re a hero kid.”

“That’s right,” Rocco proudly said, throwing his fist
to the sky.  “No one can stop Rocco Milton!!”

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“Really Mr. Milton?” asked Professor McArthur.  Rocco opens his eyes, finding himself in class with his head on the desk, and 29 pairs of eyes directed toward him.  “Because I believe you should be in my class instead of in…… where was it? The Guardian?”

Rocco began to slowly sulk under his desk as an uproar of laughter began around him.