[ WP ] A teenager from the 50s teams up with a modern-day teenager . Together , they fight crime .

Lucas placed the briefcase down on the floor. Emanuel repeated the action with his own. The soldiers of their great gangs flanked them with the clothes and marks of their people. Lucas' were draped in trenchcoats, suits and well worn beards. Emanuel's were wrapped in undershirts, baggy jeans and crucifix tattoos. 
 
 The two liasons switched sides and inspected the contents of each others' briefcases. As they moved back across the invisible line to their own gang members, they nodded. 
 
 `` Halt!'' yelled a young, nasal voice. `` In the name of the law!'' The two veteran drug runners turned to see two teenagers, one dressed in a sweatervest, with thick horn-rimmed glasses and the other in a hoodie with an emo-swoop haircut. 
 
 `` We're here to take you down, bro!'' threatened the emo swoop. Uzis raised and in mere seconds, both teenagers were limp piles of pockmarked flesh on the concrete- sputtering and convulsing in their death throes. The two drug runners looked at one another. 
 
 `` We better leave,'' commented Emanuel. They all disappeared into the night.
