INDIGO CITY

PROLOGUE

Although there didn't seem to be raindrops falling from the darkening sky, the dark looming and roaming clouds served as an omen for it. There was loud clicking and clattering noises by military booted footsteps as they impacted the iron and silver rooftops of an organization building. A figure, seen only as glimpses through the posted surveliance cameras on the campus, was spotted rushing, jumping, and gliding through the area's rooftops-- resembling some sort of pouncing lemur mixed with a hurrying mouse. She nearly tripped, but made a final leap and halted horizontally at a barred roof window. She unscrewed the remaining bolts on the skyview window of a closet and after lifting the lid hopped inside-- letting the barred frame fall in place behind her. She stared at the space between her feet and the metallic floor-- and hung under the metallic frame with a grasp on the bars.

Grasping onto a luggage bag filled with stolen loot, she released the bars and leaped to the floor on time to hear the security alarm start to sound and the blarring noise was matched with blinking red lights in every room on campus. She tried for the door handle but it was locked. Hesitently, she grabbed a laser gun from her right pocket and she shot at the door's lock. Once the locked chamber melted off, she kicked open the door. She was then greeted by her three mission comrads who waited beside or inside hacked glass-encased motorbike aircrafts. She ran to a free one and within seconds they sped out through the unwalled opening of the second floor garage of the lab.

They flew out and away from the campus as laser rays were shot at them from the ground below. Thankfully for them, the shots missed them and ceased once hey arrived above the forest trees that encamped the buildings. She put the bike on auto pilot, headed towards the sky city's gas station and nearby convenience store. She pulled out a clipboard with an assorted list of to-be-stolen items from the labs. She flipped through the pages as she rummaged through the bag she was holding-- she counted and compared the drawn figures of the items listed on her clipboard to her stolen items. Everything seemed accounted for and she sighed in relief, hoping to never have to set foot at that labatory/organization ever again.

There was a cackling laughter and then a sound of excited relief between her partners in the accomplished mission:

"You guys alright?!" said the only other female member of the four.

"Yes!" the other two men said in relief.

"You guys got everything?" the other girl asked.

"Yes," the others agreed, "and you?" one of them questioned back.

"Of coarse," she said, "I wouldn't be so happy otherwise. Let's stop for drinks?" she added.

The gas-run crafts made a halt above a gas station that doubled as a convenience store, rest room, and it had a motel beside it. They landed on the parking lot with the remaining other visitors of the store staring and gawking. They decided to ride the motorcycle to a less clear-to-view spot and parked them in between two big van trucks and right nearby the big garbage dumpster. They hopped off and as unsuspiciously as possible, they walked into the stores and strolled through out it until they gathered all that they wanted to buy from there. They ignored them, admist the paranoid and suspicious eyes of the store clerk and other customers, of which some mumbled about them and their odd mission uniforms.

The uniforms were a darkred and purple accented and rimmed janitor-like outfit with a two-third sliced circle and a medium-sized bloby dot in between them. The picture looked like a bird and two wings and the words 7Wings was written under it. It was already known amongst the sky cities and the surface that 7Wings was a gang-like group who was fostered by a notorious, old, and bulky-stocky tall man known as the Crimson Mask. But little else was truely known about the members or their missions or whereabouts. This was the reason why no one sought to call the authorities about them, because to the public they were just some subtle trouble makers; especially ever since the members that escaped the life started to take on other jobs, a family, and new lifestyles after being let off.

There were cities on flattened and rounded hills, roughly three or four of them. And they were connected through railed bridged highways about 15 miles distanced. And they were situated above other metropolis or industrial cities in between and around them. The sky cities were never more than just below airplane level heights. These cities were nicknamed Averton Heights and they were endomed in colder winter nights. But, it was autumn at the time of this hijacking and theft. The crew casually walked out of the store with bags of drinks, candies, chips, and food. The girl grabbed a local newspaper and she stopped to read the headlines of the newspaper and gasped in shock. She waited until they got to their stolen vehicles and she told the rest of the members about the news.

"Crimson Mask was captured and is under interrogation," she told them, "And if he doesn't give enough information within a week or two he will be sentenced to death."

"What?" the crew said in unison-- although its been over a year since they heard about or from him, it was still a shock to hear he was finally caught after over twenty years of illegal service. He was fined with murder, kidnapping, long-term hostages, theivery in petty and grand scales, hacking government and community website,and computers, robots-- and destruction of property by use of weapons. But what the police also wanted to know was his dealings with the recent involvement with the science labs and the recruited young adults that ran away from home to join and were imprisioned because of their criminal attempts. He refuses to say everything due to the potential murders and loss of wealth that can result in it by both police and other partner members and organizations.

"I feel like visiting the sky city he is being held in?" the girl said, inspite of the opposes of involvement of the rest of the gang.

"I wonder who will be in charge after he dies?" one of the other members asked.

"Probably Madame Rose," replied another member, "his wife."

They noticed a siren noise getting louder as the car seemingly got closer to the gas station they waited outside of. So they hurriedly mounted their bikes and prepared to drive away in a rush. However, once they left the eye-sight view of the gas station, the nineteen year-old girl started to seperate from the rest of them. THey paused at a crossroad and waited for a stop light to turn green.

"I'm going," she said, "I need to investigate who could've ratted our boss out and plus I have people to visit there."

"Okay but remember, Sherman...you shouldn't go looking for trouble all on your own," said the older female member.

"Okay." Charlie said as she drove off after saying good-bye to the rest of the crew. She drove off headng towards a city known as Montana City, a sky city hidden between mountains. And situated northeast of Rodney city. The rest of the crew left to headquarters or their homs for the night. But, Charlies spent the entire evening, night, and morning riding out of the city, through the highway, and to Montana city-- under rain, and wind, and moonlight and daylight. She rode beside to lanes of cars and other vehicles and made a stop at a motel with her fake id and identity as soon as she reached the city. She threw herself on a bed and rested until the next day.

The City is something like this:

The motorbikes are something like: