Sigma Octavus
24-06-2005, 07:15
The giant parking lot was covered with people. Every one of them police and city guard. The official number of men and women present was 1.73 million.
The recent massacre had opened the eyes of the government to how underequipped and underprepared the police force was to deal with riots. The incident had been one of the first riots in nearly 30 years, and it had been dealt with in a way that angered many foreign powers. While this had no real effect on the government, they realized that actions such as slaughtering thousands over a small number of firearms could and would turn the citizens against the powers that be.
This entire month was dedicated to training those in charge of keeping order in the ways of doing so without bloodshed. Weapons practice with non-lethal ordinance, non-lethal martial arts and negotiation tactics where all mandatory.
On top of a nearby balcony, a woman stood overlooking the massive crowd of law enforcers. She was not wearing her hood, and her long black hair flowed in the slight breeze. Her eyes could be described as beautiful, if they weren't so cold and remorseless. There were two people on the balcony with her, both wearing casual clothing with black sunglasses.
One of the men was talking to the woman, his partner looking around, wielding a large assault rifle. "...as such, we cannot give you your old position back. The people would hunt you down. We need to make you disappear."
The woman smiled,"So I'm either killed, or I take this job."
"Yes. If you agree to become the first Praetor of the Mortis Phasma, we shall not kill you. You shall become incredibly powerful, but only as a weapon for our use. If you abuse your power, we shall kill you."
"So if I become your assassin and I mess up, I die, and if I refuse, I die? You don't give a girl much to work with...very well, I accept. I'll become your 'messanger'."
The man nodded, then handed her and envelope. She opened it and began to remove the contents but stopped suddenly as she felt something cold being put around her neck. She whirled to see the man removing his hands. He had put something on her. "Think of this as our insurence in you. Do not try to remove it."
The two men left the apartment, with Dusk alone on the balcony. She held the paper in her hands but moved to a mirror. Around her neck was a black choker, quite fashionable, even though she was almost certain it was lethal. She posed in front of the mirror. She could get used to it.
She finally held up the paper and began to look over it. She saw a number of names on it, most of them decomissioned SOET and former SOMI. A solitary SOHAI was listed as well. The one thing that all of these people had in common was that they were all stone-cold killers, soldiers who killed for the thrill of it. She smiled. These were her kind of people.
There was a meeting location set for a week after the current date, and instructions on what to do and what to take. She memorized it, then followed the next set of directions on the paper. As she came to the balcony once more, she pulled a lighter from her pocket and lit the paper. It must have been soaked in a flammable liquid, as it went up far faster than it should have. She dropped it off the balcony, watching as it turned to ashes which then drifted out over the mass gathering of lawpersons.
She let out a little giggle as she though of what was to come, then bust out laughing. She gained control of herself after a while, a huge grin on her face. She went back into the apartment, anticipating the next week.
(Note: Everything in this post but the police training is secret. Really secret.)
The recent massacre had opened the eyes of the government to how underequipped and underprepared the police force was to deal with riots. The incident had been one of the first riots in nearly 30 years, and it had been dealt with in a way that angered many foreign powers. While this had no real effect on the government, they realized that actions such as slaughtering thousands over a small number of firearms could and would turn the citizens against the powers that be.
This entire month was dedicated to training those in charge of keeping order in the ways of doing so without bloodshed. Weapons practice with non-lethal ordinance, non-lethal martial arts and negotiation tactics where all mandatory.
On top of a nearby balcony, a woman stood overlooking the massive crowd of law enforcers. She was not wearing her hood, and her long black hair flowed in the slight breeze. Her eyes could be described as beautiful, if they weren't so cold and remorseless. There were two people on the balcony with her, both wearing casual clothing with black sunglasses.
One of the men was talking to the woman, his partner looking around, wielding a large assault rifle. "...as such, we cannot give you your old position back. The people would hunt you down. We need to make you disappear."
The woman smiled,"So I'm either killed, or I take this job."
"Yes. If you agree to become the first Praetor of the Mortis Phasma, we shall not kill you. You shall become incredibly powerful, but only as a weapon for our use. If you abuse your power, we shall kill you."
"So if I become your assassin and I mess up, I die, and if I refuse, I die? You don't give a girl much to work with...very well, I accept. I'll become your 'messanger'."
The man nodded, then handed her and envelope. She opened it and began to remove the contents but stopped suddenly as she felt something cold being put around her neck. She whirled to see the man removing his hands. He had put something on her. "Think of this as our insurence in you. Do not try to remove it."
The two men left the apartment, with Dusk alone on the balcony. She held the paper in her hands but moved to a mirror. Around her neck was a black choker, quite fashionable, even though she was almost certain it was lethal. She posed in front of the mirror. She could get used to it.
She finally held up the paper and began to look over it. She saw a number of names on it, most of them decomissioned SOET and former SOMI. A solitary SOHAI was listed as well. The one thing that all of these people had in common was that they were all stone-cold killers, soldiers who killed for the thrill of it. She smiled. These were her kind of people.
There was a meeting location set for a week after the current date, and instructions on what to do and what to take. She memorized it, then followed the next set of directions on the paper. As she came to the balcony once more, she pulled a lighter from her pocket and lit the paper. It must have been soaked in a flammable liquid, as it went up far faster than it should have. She dropped it off the balcony, watching as it turned to ashes which then drifted out over the mass gathering of lawpersons.
She let out a little giggle as she though of what was to come, then bust out laughing. She gained control of herself after a while, a huge grin on her face. She went back into the apartment, anticipating the next week.
(Note: Everything in this post but the police training is secret. Really secret.)