Chapter 1 - Introduction

It was a cold night in the dark Stockholm winter, many people were sleeping at this time while the BDCMP (Black Dust Confederate Military Police) was sending troops on their nightly patrols through the city's backwater part of town which is the state capital of Fennoscandia. A squad of soldiers called Phoenix was doing their patrols at the time of the incident.

"Phoenix 9?" cried Sergeant Shepherd, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes I can," responded Mailhot, but the line was cut. She knocked her device, hoping it fixes but the mic was broken.

"Phoenix 9, hold your position, We are coming to get you out." answered the sergeant.

"Argh, I hate it when it cuts off like this," said Mailhot.

All the sudden, there was a loud sound of a door opening and then slamming simultaneously like someone was kicking their unruly child outside as punishment. Mailhot went towards the sound to take a closer look.

The face of the boy who just got kicked out was very familiar.

"Tyler?" cried Mailhot, "What happened."

"Leave me alone Amelie," said the boy, Mailhot then grabbed his arm.

"You're not supposed to be outside at this time, you know the rules," stated Amelie.

Tyler looked down, he didn't know what to answer.

"Since you were kicked out by someone, that man will have to stand in jail for around two years," said Mailhot walking towards the house.

"That won't be necessary," said Tyler.

"What do you mean not necessary?" asked Mailhot, "You know the law."

"The law can go burn itself," replied Tyler.

Mailhot stopped walking.

"Pardon me?" she said turning around as Tyler showed his fist and punched Mailhot at her face and took away her rifle, "What are you doing? We were friends in college!"

"Give me your device or else I shoot you," ordered Tyler.

"Fine! Try to shoot me, I bet you don't even know how activate the weapon!"

"That won't happen this time, Tyler." Said a voice from behind Tyler.

"Wh- who are you?" Asked Tyler in a voice filled with fear realizing their was an assault rifle pointed at his head.

"Sergeant!" Mailhot yelled in relief.

"Do you know this boy?" asked Shepherd.

"Yes," answered Mailhot, "He was my classmate, how do you know him?"

"We have several reports of him breaking a few laws, nothing above secondary laws," said Shepherd, "But this time Tyler you have threatened an officer of the law! I believe you will have to stand trial."

"That won't necessary," interrupted Mailhot, "Give him a chance, he's a brat not a criminal."

"What are we going to do with him?" asked Shepherd.

"I'm guessing I can have him sleep in my house for the night, it's not so far from here," suggested Mailhot.

"Fine, keep an eye on this brat," responded Shepherd, "But next time if I have to see you break a primary law as such, you will stand trial," threatened Shepherd.

"You guys are insane," whispered Tyler.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought."