Mega City 1: A Judge in the Prey
This story was written on the fly originally with no forward planning, It was a test to see where the story could go naturally. Its been re-edited [14/10/2014] to sort out some past/present tenses and some spelling issues.
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Chapter | 1
My bike weaves in and out of traffic on one of the many overpasses littering Sector 17. I have already confirmed to control that I'm responding to the 223 called in regarding a mutant attack in the Sarif Towers district.
Its my first call of the day and the sun is beating down on me as the rays pass between the gaps in the high rises. It's deep into the summer now and the heat just zaps every inch of you. That kind of weather means Its also crazy season here, the heat making the bastards even worse than normal. Already this week we have racked up two thousand executions, all because these hot headed morons have resisted arrest instead of what would be a normal Ico-Cube judgment.
A quarter of an hour later and I've arrived. What strikes me straight away is the streets are packed with people. It looks like the good folk and I use that word loosely of the tower block have all taken to the roads outside. You can see the fear on many of their faces; these are tuff people who are more than used to crime in this gash of a city.
I should have known as this point that this was going to a fucking awful day.
I park the bike and it auto engages crowd control. Immediately I've twenty residents in my face, the other eight hundred blocking the street haven't even noticed me yet.
I need to call major back up
The closest ones are all shouting about a mutant going nuts inside. I move my hand over my Lawgiver and adjust my stance. They read my body language as someone not to be fucked with and they calm a little.
A fat sweaty mess of a women with a toddler hanging from her tit steps to the front.
"You Judges need to sort this shit" she began with her hot vile breath in my face "Some damn ass Mutant is tearing up our homes."
The rest of the crowd had now started to jeer and shout in agreement with her.
"Back away Citizens" I say in my firmest voice "Civil disobedience on this level is 14 weeks Iso-Cubes"
I click off the safety on my holster and draw my weapon.
"Who is first to be Judged?"I say in my most confident tone.
Luckily the crowd starts to back down which is just perfect for me. If this turned ugly I would have been ripped apart. A low hum appears over my head. It's one of the drones hovering above. The radio clicks to tell me Crowd control is on its way.
I push through the crowds to the main entrance to the towers. The people are scared, of that much I can tell.
Entering the foyer alone I can see a lot of blood and spent ammo cartridges but no bodies. The air is alive with charged ozone. I've spelt that before, it's an energy weapon of some sorts. Normally just military grade weapons have this option and it's normally always vehicle mounted due to its size and weight.
It makes no sense that a Mutant could have access to one.
I call control to request back up. The feeling in my gut is telling me this isn't all it initially seems.
"You gunna get that freak?" a voice from behind.
I almost jump.
"What happened here?" I calmly ask turning to see the building janitor stood cautiously in the main doorway, afraid to fully come in.
"Started last night, people disappearing leaving plenty of blood to see but no bodies to be found. Well not found until this morning." He was almost whimpering.
"Found where?" I ask.
"Sub level two near the boiler section. I found 'em but don't ask me to show you them. They saying it's a mutant, they saying it's invisible with glowing yella' eyes." He replies almost breaking into tears.
"And what do you say?"I ask
"Things a fucking Demon"
His eye bore into my visor.
This is a man with fear deep into his soul.