CB, Sin and Billy lean against a chain link fence separating a back alley from the sidewalk. The fence is cold, but the trio sport expressions of disinterest and unconcern. CB is a thin, tall, lanky young man with thick, spiky hair. He watches each pedestrian as they pass hurriedly by, his cigarette drooping out the side of his mouth in a sneering fashion. His hands are thrust into the pockets of a ragged, gray German pea coat covered in makeshift patches and safety pins. Sin, a heavyset, bald Asian, wears a thick, green army jacket and an utterly bored expression. He tilts his head back against the fence and watches people passing by through mostly closed eyes. Billy, the shortest of the three, wears a worn leather jacket two sizes too small. His bleach-white hair is combed into a “v” shape that falls down over his forehead.
“I’m bored,” Sin says. A woman passing in front of them sidesteps three paces at the sound of his voice, looks at them nervously, and hurries on.
CB grins. “Just wait. They’ll be here any minute.”
“Hope so,” Billy grumbles. “I’m cold.”
CB glances at Billy, annoyed. “Nobody’s making you stay.”
“Shut up, CB. It’s cold is all I’m saying. And don’t tell me you don’t feel it, even with that coat.”
CB shrugs. “They should show up soon. Yeah, there we go. Look down there. That’s the van.”
Sin and Billy look. A black-and-gold custom Dodge van drives slowly down the street toward them. It has smoke-tinted windows, revealing only a vague, indistinct shape in the driver’s seat.
Sin arches an eyebrow. “That?”
CB frowns. “Yes, that. What?”
“It seems sort of…” Sin trails off, looks hard at the van, then shrugs. “It seems sort of hip for something a villain would drive.”