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SESSION:00 PROLOGUE
Today marked a new era for the Department of Unified Protection: The day that the first of many of their convicted Bio-Terrorists would be transferred over to the United States Military.
The news was public and had been in the works for months, partly because of the DUP's somewhat surprising success in capturing and incarcerating Bioterrirists across the United States over the past seven years. Thousands upon thousands of men, women, and even children, were held within the DUP's personnel super-complex known as Curdun Cay, which many saw as a beacon of fortitude and safety, protecting the country's citizens from an otherwise dangerous threat.
Though being as successful as they were, and with how rare Bio-Terrorists were becoming in part of their actions, it came out as a surprise to all who worked with or supported the organization when the government announced the decrease in funding. And then the eventual phasing out of the DUP as a whole.
"The Bio-Terrorist threat is contained!" Many politicians spoke.
"We need to focus on other matters!" So cried a rising opinion among the people, wondering what more the department could do with their tax money.
Cries and debates spread through public media and online forums, with many bringing up other matters for which the money forwarded to the DUP could be used. The Director of the DUP herself spent the last year fighting these claims and debating the topic before congress, claiming that while the Bio-Terrorist threat seemed to be fully contained, there could still very well be more hiding among the public.
It was a predominantly uphill battle, with those in Washington siding with the general public and their advisors. A bill was then put through congress and passed almost unanimously. It would make it, so all those locked behind the walls of Curdun Cay became a problem for the Military to handle rather than an organization that took up almost as much as the others' budget.
Which led to here and now.
A line of DUP Pawns and United States Army personnel stood at opposite ends, watching in silence as the first wave of Bio-Terrorists shuffled out from Curdun Cay's walls and into the armored truck that would take them to the new supermax prison upstate. There were three in total, each different from the other in terms of age, looks, and power; the latter was kept dormant via the bulky cuffs that covered everything above the wrist.
But as the last of the bunch was shuffled in and one of the soldiers was about to shut the doors, a new voice called out to them.
"Stop," They said as loud as they could, despite their relatively neutral tone.
The voice was female and that of a younger woman, which attracted the attention of everyone there. However, when both the DUP and the Military personnel turned their heads, they were greeted by a rather plain-looking young woman of Asian descent dressed in the standard Curdun Cay Guard uniform walking up to them with another bound inmate beside her.
Said inmate looked young, no older than sixteen at the most, and stood slightly over six foot. His hair was cut short and a dark burnt brown, his skin a light tan indicating that he was of Hispanic descent, while his eyes were a somewhat unnatural shade of emerald green. Like the others, he wore the standard orange Curdun Cay prison fatigues with a light-colored shirt beneath the orange top.
"Hold it," One of the soldiers ordered as he walked up to the supposed guard. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Last minute transfer," The guard stated simply as she shoved the inmate forward into the hands of another pair of soldiers before walking over to the one who spoke up with a clipboard in her hand.
"Last minuet transfer?" The one soldier reclarified, remembering the explicit orders that only three were supposed to be in their hands. "Orders are we're supposed to take three, and only three. Who requested this?"
"The Director herself. I have all the paperwork and signed documents right here," The unnamed guard spoke as she held up the clipboard.
"Let me see that?" The soldier asked, a funny feeling growing in his gut at the idea of such a sudden change.
As he was handed the clipboard, he looked between the papers and the supposed transfer's information, slightly surprised that the DUP held someone so young in their bonds. He quickly shoved the thought away, reminding himself that these weren't people in his or the government's eyes.
He turned his full attention to the paperwork he was given. He repeatedly read every little piece of fine print to see if they had any flaws or faults. He found none, as far as he could tell.
"Okay, a Mr...Valerosa, is it?" The soldier asked as he looked back towards the guard, who only nodded her head, confirming the young convict's name. "Well, everything seems right. But I should probably call it in first to confirm it with my superior-."
"Your superiors have already been called and notified of the sudden change," The Guard spoke up, interrupting the soldier. "The Director went out of her way to do so earlier this morning just before you arrived here. By all accounts, this young man is your problem now, not ours."
The soldier eyed the guard with a suspicious glance but wavered it away after looking down at his watch and realizing that he and his men were already on a tight schedule as is.
"Alright, fine. Load him in."
The other pair of soldiers did as ordered, forcing the last inmate into the back of the van. The unnamed guard said nothing more as she watched it happen and turned around before making her way back towards the walls of Curdun Cay, the other DUP personnel on her heel.
"Wait, hold up one moment," The one soldier spoke up as he gave the paperwork a second look.
He waltzed up to the unnamed guard, who refused to turn to face him and looked a bit stiff.
"Need one final signature to say you saw and witnessed him being handed over to us," The soldier said as he handed the paperwork back to the guard.
The stiffness in her shoulder seemed to drop as the guard turned on her heel hastily and gave the paperwork a quick sign before giving it back to the soldier and going about her business.
"Don't forget your copy," The soldier spoke up again, much to the guard's annoyance.
Seeing this, a single DUP Pawn went out of his way to pluck the paper from the soldier's hands before he and his peers followed the one guard back inside.
"Alright, let's get a move on, people," The one soldier spoke up as the others shut the back door to the armored transport.
Back within the walls of Curdun Cay, the Director of the Department of Unified Protection herself, Brooke Augustine, sat idly at her desk awaiting confirmation that the first transfer of Conduits she hand-picked were on their way upstate.
She had her eyes locked on the clock, her fingers tapping rhythmically upon the hard wood of her desk. Though she occasionally glanced towards the idle phone on her desk with a mild amount of patience. Luckily her patience would prove rewarded, as the phone rang not a moment later. She took it as a sign everything was well on its way and picked it up.
"Well?"
"Transfer complete, Ma'am," The man on the other end reported, which in turn caused Augustine to gain a rather pleasing look on her face, A look that would soon fall upon the man's following words. "All four inmates are confirmed accounted for and on the transport headed upstate."
Confusion was the first look to garner on her face as Augustine spoke back with a questioning tone.
"I believe you meant to say three inmates, correct?"
"Uhm, no, ma'am," The man on the other end clarified, "I have confirmation here that says you signed on for a last-minute transfer."
"I did no such thing," She told the man on the other end, causing him to go deathly silent. "Who signed this off?"
"I don't-"
"Who signed and said they witnessed this," Augustine spoke up, her patience starting to run thin evident by the tone of voice she used to get a proper response from the man over the phone.
"It was," The man on the other end started, as Augustine picked up the sound of him fiddling through some paperwork, "It was a Naomi Lachter, Ma'am."
"...Who did you see get put on that truck?"
"...It was Daryl, Ma'am," The man over the phone stated, causing Augustine to go silent and still before she practically jumped up from her seat.
"Code red. Put everything on emergency lockdown, now!" Augustine ordered before she hung up the phone and sprinted out of her office.
The blaring alarms came not a second later, and Augustine soon found herself flanked by an entire squad of Knights as she and they descended to the cellblock closest to her office with the utmost haste.
There Augustine bore witness to a sea of armed and armored DUP personnel checking and confirming that every cell was filled and every cellmate was accounted for. Augustine passed them all; her eyes locked upon one specific cell near the back of the block.
"Open it," she ordered as the Knights flanking her raised their rifles at the door.
The bulky bright orange door to the cell opened with a mechanical hiss, with Augustine leading the spearhead into the said cell the moment she saw she could fit through.
The cell was small, as were many of the cells within Curdun Cay. It lacked any sense of windows or glass, with the only light attached to the ceiling covered extensively by layers of clear plastic. A single cot meant for one was pushed into the corner, the sheets made neatly and the pillow fresh fluffed, while the toilet pressed to the other side was barren and practically sparkling clean. A shelf was located beside the bed and pressed up against the wall, which Augustine noted was missing a select few items.
A mix of anger, disappointment, and a slight ping of what Augustine believed to be betrayal rose swiftly within the older woman's core as she observed the otherwise empty cell. As a result, the concrete beneath her feet rumbled slightly and started to spike up, which she hastily called back while taking a moment to collect herself.
Afterward, Augustine took one final look in the cell and believed she saw something odd within. It was hard to spot at first, but she noticed a slight bulge in the bed below the sheets and went over to investigate whatever might be hidden beneath. Tearing off the sheet, Augustine was greeted with a sight that only further pocked at the disappointment she felt: An origami Coyote made of emerald green glass.
[TO BE CONTINUED]