|Omni: Episode One
Author: DJ Marvin PM
Well, I made up my my and decided to put it back up here. Sorry for removing it so suddenly beforeRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Words: 3,621 - Published: 10-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065289
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The chilling night air laced through the city like a fine sewn cloth. Stars speckled the black skies with an occasional passenger plane flying by, impersonating a shooting star and discouraging young children wishing on upon it. Interpol, the city's law enforcements, were patrolling around on the streets, keeping a watchful eye out for stir ups or any particular citizen up past their curfew. It was only 9:45, the night was still young. Ricky Van, a young Interpol officer was slouched back on a park bench, his hat tipped slightly over his eyes. He was around the age of 20 or so, a young officer in training. A tiny pigeon drifted by and perched quietly in the seat of the bench next to the young officer, cocking its to the side. It caught sight of his link of keys and gingerly pecked at them, cooing delightfully at the sound of the jingling keys. Frightened by the bird's sudden noise, the officer woke up frantically, reaching for his taser. The pigeon took off quickly, leaving behind a trail of feathers. The young police officer scowled at the retreating bird and cursed at it.
"Damn rat with wings!" he yelled as he wiped his forehead. His radio went off with a low buzz of static but cleared up as a man spoke up. "Vans, Vans, what's going on over there?" He sighed heavily as he snatched up his radio. "Nothing, everything's fine... stupid pigeon woke me up," he said. On the other end he could hear laughing and frowned. "A pigeon? Ha! That's a good one, but anyways, it's almost 10 o' clock so be on the look out for teenagers." Vans looked at his watch. 9:52. "Rodger that chief, Vans out," he said, ending the transmission.
Vans stood up and shivered a little, rubbing his arms. "Geez it's cold out, shoulda brought me a jacket out here," he said regretfully. He shook off the cold and trudged on towards Reel Avenue. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around, not seeing a teen wandering or loitering on the corner. They made his job easy, at least they have sense to carry themselves home instead of him escorting them back home. All seemed fine and he was ready to turn in, until he saw two boys standing on the corner. He scoffed and sped up his pace towards them, keeping his hand close to his taser if the two boys weren't willing to negotiate.
"Hey, don't you boys know it's like 9:55?" he asked out loud. "You need to be at home right now." Surprised, the two turned to him and stood there, each holding a cup of coffee in their hand.
"See? I told you they would be on patrol, we could have made coffee at home," the taller teen said to the other. The shorter teenager had a black scarf wrapped around his neck, a black skull cap, a black fitted t-shirt with a monkey's face sporting DJ headphones, khaki cargo shorts, and black high top converses. The short teen looked up at the other, sipping his out of his cup.
"But I wanted to stop for a cappuccino Sergei, it's a bit chilly out here ya know? I'm pretty sure the officer will understand that we were cold and just happened to find the last Starbucks stand guy; he was so nice to brew us up two fresh ones," he replied. "Well yeah, but I made a suggestion that we just head home before one of the officers assumed we were trying to hang out past curfew." The officer stood there, tapping his foot on the ground, watching the two argue with each other
"Yeah, but you could have warmed yourselves up on your way going home, not on the corner," Vans replied sternly. Sergei crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his tongue in his cheek. He decided to bite his tongue on this situation and not make any smart remarks. "C'mon little brother, this officer insists we go home, we'll just enjoy our caramel mocha cappuccinos at home." Perking up to his older brother's commands, he pulled the scarf over his mouth and signaled a thumbs up with his free hand. Sergei nodded his head at him and turned his back to the officer to catch up with his little brother.
"That guy was a total ass Omni," Sergei said as he caught up to him. Omni shook his head gently and sipped his cappuccino. "He seemed okay, you can't always hate the people following orders and doing their jobs," Omni pointed out as he hopped over a crack in the sidewalk. Sergei stuffed his left hand in his pocket and drank the last of his cappuccino. "True, too true... I just don't like cops, some just like pushing people around because they have authority and law by their side."
Omni nodded in response and playfully punched his brother in the arm. "So when do we start the big heist? I'm totally ready for this one, this is probably the biggest one yet!" Omni said excitedly. Sergei smirked at his brother's enthusiasm and looked at his watch. 10:00. "I guess we can start now," Sergei said with a smirk.
About thirty minutes later, Omni and Sergei were on the other end of the city, ducking under the watchful eyes of Interpol. They walked into an alley behind an old, abandoned apartment block that hasn't been torn down. The windows were shattered, bricks were falling out, and the railing was rusted; it was home and a safe house from the law. Sergei stood as a look out while Omni tried to pry the back door open. Normally, they would open the door from the front and walk straight into the lobby and head upstairs; however, being stopped by that police officer put them at greater risk that more might be dispatched to make sure no one else comes out. Omni cursed under his breath and forced the door open, breaking the hinges and sent screws flying everywhere. Sergei jumped and looked back to see Omni standing wide eyed and looked up at him. Omni made a goofy smile and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, chuckling to himself.
"The hell man? You broke the door!" Sergei whispered loudly. "Hey, don't get mad at me; I personally blame the door for being so stubborn," Omni said, holding his hands up in defense. Sergei wasn't interested in jokes at the moments but simply said alright and rushed Omni inside before slamming the door behind them. Omni walked to the stair case and looked upwards, about four stories worth of spiraled stairs.
"Whoa... that's a lot of walking," Omni said. "Yeah, that's the price we pay for safety, take the path no one would dare walk," Sergei said thoughtfully. Omni stuck his tongue out at his older brother, who was rummaging through boxes and junk while Omni stood around, hands in his pockets. Sergei stopped and looked over to his little brother, watching him entertain himself by walking on an imaginary tight rope. He loved his brother dearly, more than his own life. He hated that he had to get him involved in such wrongful acts, thieving and becoming a criminal.
It all started when they were little, it was a happy normal day at home with their mother and father, Celina and Kurtis Zephyr. He remembers it so clearly, Omni was rolling around on the floor like a puppy doing tricks and mom and dad were recording him. They were all giggling and their laughter only fueled his playful silliness. His mom had called him over so they could record him and Omni playing together. At the time, Sergei was seven years old and Omni was six. They were all having such a wonderful time together when Celina decided to get up and get everyone some milk and bake cookies. She briefly stepped into the kitchen, humming a blissful tune while she made cookie dough. Chocolate chip, homemade. It was intoxicating as the smell filled the house with its heavenly sweet aroma. Since Sergei was too short to look peer at the counter top, he could never catch a glimpse of how those cookies were made. His mother only stood in front of him and smiled warmly.
"Ah ah ah, it's a secret," she said sweetly. She finished making the cookie dough and placed them on a pan, she shooed him out of the kitchen and told him to wait for them. After a few minutes of waiting, the cookies were baked to perfection and Celina rushed into the kitchen to retrieve them. By then, Sergei and Omni were dancing around in circles, chanting, "Cookies, cookies, cookies!" She walked around the corner with a plateful of cookies and four glasses of milk and set them on a table next to the couch Kurtis sat on. She sat next to her husband and picked up two cookies.
"One for my darling little angels," she said, handing them each a cookie. Omni gasped loudly and gnawed on the cookie like a dog chews a ham bone while Sergei took a small bite out of his, chewing slowly, savoring the sweetness. Sergei looked to his little brother and laughed hysterically as Omni's entire face was smeared with chocolate. "Mommy, can I have another cookie please?" he asked almost shyly. She looked down at him and giggled. She picked him up, sitting him on her lap and tickled his belly. "Of course you can my little cookie monster." She wiped his mouth clean and set him down on his feet. She reached over for a cookie and began to hand it to him when something terrible happened. Two strange men wearing ski masks burst through the window and carrying guns in their hands.
Without warning, two shots were fired. Both Celina and Kurtis fell before their two young boys. Sergei snapped out of his trance and shivered violently. He remembered being so scared, everything happened so fast, he remembered Omni crying into his shoulder while he tried to comfort him on the front porch until the police arrived. Sergei was 19 now and Omni was 18. Twelve long years after that traumatic event and yet, Omni was the happiest kid in the world, fun loving and free. He managed to keep such an upbeat and optimistic personality for so long. Sergei secretly envied that quality of Omni's but pushed it down and always accepted his brother's jolly nature.
A few minutes later, Omni decided to peer over Sergei's shoulder, curious about what he was searching for. "What are you looking for?" Omni asked, leaning on Sergei's shoulder. "Gloves and rope, we're going to move over the rooftops to avoid being seen," Sergei replied. Without warning, Omni jumped and cheered for joy, fist pumping in the air and moonwalking across the dusty floor. Sergei laughed at his brother and shook his head at his small celebration. Sergei pulled out two pairs of black runner gloves and handed Omni who quickly put them on. Sergei then pulled out a big bundle of rope and harnesses. He wrapped the rope on his shoulder and over his chest for extra security so that it didn't fall off. When Sergei looked around and looked Omni in the eye, he smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Race you to the roof," Omni said before leaping upwards and gripped the first railing and hopping to the next. "Hey no fair, you got a head start!" Sergei called out to him as he ran and jumped up, struggling to pull himself up on the first railing. Omni only laughed as he continued hopping onto different levels of stairs. "Less complaining, more climbing bro!" Omni yelled out to him as he climbed higher and higher, leaving Sergei to struggling to catch up with him.
After twenty minutes of friendly, brotherly competition and close calls, Omni stood victorious at the end of the race. As he stood on the rooftop, raising his arms up in epic glory, Sergei came up shortly gasping for breath, clutching his chest. Omni saw him coming and stopped his celebratory train to aid his brother. He was breathing heavily while Omni rubbed his back to get him breathing steadily again. When he caught his breath, Omni stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I guess I went a little too fast huh?" Omni asked, chuckling nervously. "You think?" Sergei said as he punched Omni in his side. He winced and staggered backwards a few steps, holding on to his side. "That's for cheating," Sergei said, patting his brother on the shoulder. Omni laughed through the slight pain and pushed Sergei.
"You are such a sore loser...," Omni said, "anyways, where is this place at?" Sergei pulled out a full map of the city and scanned it over. "Riiiiiiight here, 1820 Brubeck Street and Joko Avenue," Sergei said as he folded up the map and stuck it back in his pocket. Sergei looked out to the city and shivered a little. It said it was suppose to be 43° tonight, it felt like it was 35°. Sergei looked over to his brother who was staring idle at the city lights.
"Aren't you cold?" Sergei asked him. Omni shook his head and looked at his brother. "Awwwwh, is the poor baby cold?" he teased. Sergei rolled his eyes and scoffed. Omni laughed at this; he should have dressed a bit warmer, Omni thought to himself. He was wearing a black and white zip up hoodie and gray skinny jeans and matching converses. A few minutes have gone by and Sergei looked at his watch. 10:45. Time to get a move he told himself.
"Ready to go?" Sergei asked as he readied himself. Omni got ready without answering. He tied his scarf around his mouth and nose, pulled his skullcap over his ears, and pulled on a pair of night vision Anyweather© goggles, a nice souvenir he picked up from an FBI convention a few years back. Sergei did the same and put on his goggles and pulled his hood over his head and tightened the drawstrings. As soon as the two were prepare to endure the cold night air, they dashed toward the edge and jumped, flying the air to the next rooftop. Sergei slipped a little but Omni caught him in the nick of time and pulled him up. Omni patted his brother on the shoulder and looked at him.
"More momentum, fight through the cold and build up that momentum," Omni instructed. Sergei knew they would give each other advice time to time so it was always worth listening to what he had to say, even if he said it before. Sergei nodded and continued to run ahead of Omni, leaping over various vents and ceiling windows. Every gap between buildings they jumped gave them shots of adrenaline, making them run faster than they thought they were running. Each jump seemed so easy, every jump seemed impossible. But if they came up short, they manage to grab hold of the edges and pull themselves up. They made a game of it all, they wanted to see who made the best jumps. Omni bounded at least twenty feet and still managed to put his foot on the edge and bounce up. Sergei demonstrated his control over momentum by running on the sides of billboards, backflipping and somersaulting off of different structures they came across during the run. Omni stuck his tongue at him and yelled out, "Show off!".
Before they could set up for round two, Sergei looked down on the streets and looked at his map. He smiled wide and tucked the map away. "Hey Omni, we're here!" he exclaimed, waving his arms at his brother. Omni ran over to Sergei, leaping over another gap to where he was standing. Sergei pointed to a window and Omni peered down. All he could see was a gigantic space filled with displays of rare and valuable jewelery, relics, stones, and artifacts a far as the eye could see.
"Jackpot!" the two said at the same time as they bumped fists. "The museum is huge, about 80 feet from the ceiling to the floor, my guess anyways," Omni said as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Sergei nodded and looked around for a post to tie the rope and caught eye of an air vent. He ran over and quickly tied it down. Then he put on his harness and strapped up. He asked Omni to lower him down slowly and do not let go, whatever he does. Omni reassured him and said he won't. As he lowered Sergei down, he felt some of the rope slip just a little and when he tried to grip it better, he accidentally let go of Sergei for a split second. Omni grabbed quickly and regained grip over the rope and caught Sergei an inch from the floor. Omni looked down to be sure his brother was alright. He didn't see blood or brains splattered over the marble floor and saw his brother dangling close to the ground so he let the rest go. He plopped onto the floor and he growled angrily as Omni slid down the rope by hand.
"Dude, I told you not to let go of the rope, I could have died!" Sergei yelled out. Omni put a finger to his mouth and shushed him. "Ah but you are alive and breathing now yes?" Omni asked smugly. Sergei rolled his eyes at his nonchalant little brother and undid the harness and threw it down. "Look around for the Black Heart, the main prize we're looking for and nothing else," narrowed his eyes at him. "What does it look like?" "It's really, really dark purple, it's a huge diamond about the size of two grapefruits." Omni widened his eyes a little and whistled loudly. "Yeah, this is by far the biggest thing we will ever get our hands on," Sergei said with a smirk.
Omni started looking and was catching eye of a many things. He saw awkwardly shaped stones and funny looking relics that resembled worn down medallions and tikis. He continued to look for the main prize but found nothing until he stumbled upon a strange looking pair of clubs. The look very similar to police batons but they were Chinese fighting sticks. He read the inscription below and said it quoted, "All modern day police weapons such as the "baton" or "night stick" originated from these traditional Chinese weapons called tonfas." Tonfas, tonfas, tonfas, Omni kept looking and repeating the name of the clubs over and over. He knows Sergei will be mad if he gets anything else over than the thing he was told to get but he must have those tonfas, he must have them.
Meanwhile, Sergei had found his prize, completely unaware of what Omni had found. It was surrounded by glass but he didn't have any tools that could silently remove the the huge diamond. Omni walked around the corner to see the Black Heart. "Holy hell that thing is huge!" Omni said astonished. "Oh yeah, I told you it's about the size of two... what the hell are those things you got there?" Sergei asked in the middle of his statement. Omni twirled them around and clanked the hardwood clubs together. "Tonfas," Omni began to explain, "they're like police batons but they are specifically made for fighting and self defense in martial arts." Sergei put a hand to his face and sighed heavily.
"Look, I know what you're thinking, I shouldn't have taken these but it's okay because they are slacking off tonight," Omni said, twirling the tonfas around again. Sergei looked confused. "Okay, I took these from the stands over there and nothing happened. No alarm, no lock down, or anything. There are no cameras in here so we can take whatever we want!" Sergei still wasn't convinced that what Omni said was true, all of it seemed like a set up. Omni kept insisting though, he said they should just go with it because he was tired and ready to go home. "Those guys were never able to catch us for six years, so what if this is a set up? It won't make a difference," Omni stated. Sergei agreed with them be able to get away from the law for six years but that didn't mean it couldn't happen.
"Okay, okay... whatever, we'll just go with it, I'm freakin' exhausted to man, I need to sleep," Sergei said. Omni in complete agreement and walked to the glass case holding the Black Heart. He raised his arm and smashed the glass case open with one of the tonfas. He picked it up and tossed it to Sergei. He quickly caught it, being caught off guard by its weight. "Wow, it weighs more than I thought it would."
"See? We both get something we wanted: I got my tonfas and you got the Black Heart, everyone's happy," Omni said with his trademark goofy smile, patting Sergei on his chest. Sergei responded with a chuckle and squeezed Omni's shoulder. "Well this is the last time you talk me into doing something this reckless," Sergei said with a laugh. They both laughed together as the two rounded the corner to the main lobby when they are stopped by a squadron of police officers. "Freeze, this is Interpol, put your hands on your heads and get down on your knees!" Sergei and Omni looked at each other and held their heads down. "Crap," they both said at the same time, shaking their heads.