KOSMOS: Part 1

North Hollywood
February 28th
1997

09:00:00 PMT

Officer Trent radioed in the call, two suspects entering Laurel Canyon Bank of The States armed and wearing masks. The suspects disappeared into the bank. Officer Trent waited for a response.

“534, this is dispatch,” the radio squawked, “Be advised we are sending another car. Request that you observe and wait.”

“A car?” Officer Trent asked, “Send a tank. These guys look-“ A siren cut him off. “Shit,” he said, “Kill the noise, will ya?”

A man in all black kicked open the door of the bank and began shooting. He used an automatic riffle. It was an AK-47, a Kalashnikov, just like in the movies. His partner emerged from the opposite side, firing another automatic rifle. The radio asked questions. People were dropping. Officer Trent heard the call for officer down. Explosions and gunfire surrounded him.

Although the general public loves a spectacle, few people lingered to watch the shootout. Those that did, saw a boy fall from the sky. He was covered head to toe in midnight blue, except for his face and hair. His eyes poked through a blue figure eight mask. A monogram of a ringed planet crossed by the shape of a comet, making a ‘k’, graced his chest.

He landed on the sidewalk, fifty-seven feet from the bank entrance. The cement snapped under him, sending shards and dust into the air. The suspect turned his weapon. Rings of light jumped out of the boy’s hands. The bullets ricocheted off the rings. He approached the robber slowly, deflecting auto fire.

He slapped the gun away from the assailant. His left fist turned milky bright and slammed into the man’s chest, knocking him out. The boy kicked the gun away and walked through the bank.

He came out the other side, behind the second gunman. He yanked the gun up and away. The robber turned and looked at him. The boy smiled. The robber ended up on his back, with the boy smiling down at him. A hand closed around his neck, and with a gentle pressure, the robber blacked out.