Chapter 70: Fat and Skinny.
Factory Town had quite the turbulent night, and the day that followed was no less absurd. Another one of its streets was disturbed by a violent quake. The source had been in a sparsely populated area so there hadn’t been many victims, but for the same reason, the incident remained shrouded in mystery.
Most would’ve forgotten all about it by the next day, but with how large the police force that had been mobilized was, the rumors continued to spread like wildfire. Unfortunately, it would be a long time before the truth came out as even those handling the investigation failed to understand what was happening.
"As if those goddamn cyborgs weren’t enough. Now we have to deal with a new type of freaks."
Steam slowly rose from a large paper cup. The man holding it wore the blue uniform of a police officer, the badge hanging on his chest confirming that fact. Going by the belt struggling to keep his round belly in place, he obviously had one too many doughnuts.
The potbellied cop stood beside a barrier that surrounded a certain building, the yellow tape covering it a clear sign that entry was prohibited. Though his job was to guard it and watch who came in and out, three days had already passed since the incident. Barely anyone came by after that long, which meant he was just stuck keeping watch alongside the drones.
"Feels like the world really is ending this time..."
Another cop sipped from his cup and sighed. This one was the opposite of his overweight partner, looking like his pants would fall if he didn’t tighten his belt enough.
"Yeah, right." The fat cop scoffed. "Heard it at least fifty times in the last thirty years."
"Back then, we didn’t have a bunch of freaks who could fly and fart fire, did we?" The skinny one argued back.
"Touche." The fat cop remained silent for a few seconds then heaved a long sigh. "What a waste."
His skinny partner raised an eyebrow.