Chapter 1
A man with blonde hair draping onto his face sits in front of a camera finishing a transmission from a tower in the middle of a city once called Terminal city. After the transgenics were somewhat accepted into society, the once cellular city became the most thriving section of Seattle. They figured out a way to create clean, fresh, air so that now many on the citizens of Seattle can come and go as they please. Respecting the once labeled freaks.
"Peace. Out," the voice finished.
"So Cal," a female voice said as she entered the room. "How long are we staying in TC?" TC being short for Terminal City.
"Well Nat," Calvin said, switching off the camera. "Seeing as how The Pacific Free Press is back in business, in Terminal City no less, and seeing what this Eyes Only dude is saying about these mobster guys, I was thinking at least a month. Possibly two. I am their top writer."
A knocking sounds at the door and Calvin opens it. In walks a bald man wearing a blindfold over his eyes. His head is very, very wrinkly. He holds a walking cane in front of him.
"Sketchy, are you done in here," he says. "I need to rewire some cables from your transmission."
"What transmission, Dix," Sketchy asks.
"The ones you're making in the absents of Lo..." Dix replied
"What's this man talking about, Cal," Natalie started.
"Nothing," Sketchy lamely replied.
"You promised me, Calvin. No more of your lies after we got married," Natalie reminded him. She ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face.
"Way to go, Dix," Sketchy said to him.
"Sorry," Dix replied. "You know I can't see worth a crap anymore. And my hearing is pretty shot too."
"Damn it," Sketchy shouted as he pounded the wall next to the door she exited through.
Warehouse
The silhouette figure punched a series of buttons on a keyboard and up showed the red and blue bars saying "Streaming Freedom Video". Then a scrambled voice echoed throughout the warehouse on the computer as well as a couple of TVs in the background.
"This is an Eyes Only cable hack. This hack will last 60 seconds. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left," the screen spoke. "In the past couple of months there have been reports about a new force arriving here in Seattle. It has gained the attention of local mobsters trying to take what little is left of our economy. If this were to happen anyone owning a business will be bought out by them. This is a warning to the citizens as well as to the men looking to get rich by this. Eye Only is on to you. This has been a Streaming Freedom message. Peace. Out."
The figure hanging starts moving a bit and mumbles a little. "M-m-m..." it says.
"It's okay, I'm here," the silhouette says. "Go back to sleep."
AN: Updated sooner than I thought.