Jacob Frakes could not believe his eyes. The little automated drone delivering his pills was splattered in blood. Again. The barrel of its high caliber machine gun still smoked from executing pirates that tried to shoot it down and raid whatever it was delivering, even medication for psychological disorders.
„Third time this week," he grumbled but accepted the delivery anyway, though not without disgust. „If I didn't know any better, I would think they're specifically targeting me! I mean, fuck's sake. Do I look like a rich guy to you?" he asked the drone, pointing at himself.
No response, of course. Jacob laughed and placed his phone underneath the drone. A flash of red light, a beep, and the transaction was complete. Unceremoniously the thing went back to whatever warehouse it came from.
He was a twenty year old white guy, teenagehood still clinging to him. One could see it in his bluish-green eyes; a kind of urgent, impatient boyishness, intensity, eagerness to prove himself. His superiors had exploited it mercilessly until yesterday, when he marched into the commissioner's office and told him to his face that if he had to work another day with that asshole Pete, he would quit. The victory was still fresh in his mind this Sunday, for tomorrow he would wake up and not have to play babysitter to a sixty year old arrogant manchild anymore.
And of course, he received a text from none other than Pete himself. He did not even read it, instead flinging the phone on the couch carelessly and sitting down. A movie was about to begin, a brand new installment in the Simulacrum Universe-
And something just HAD to interrupt him! In the very opening of the film, before even the title cards could appear, a breaking news broadcast butted in rudely. What was it, pirates trying to break into the dome for God knew how many times? He was about to dismiss the news as well, turn down the volume and maybe head to bed for his eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, but he sat, eyes widening slowly as he took in the message. Frantically he reached for his phone, hoping desperately that Pete's message would not be the one he was watching on the news right now... but it was. The threat was not outside the city, but within.
Tonight, a woman had been killed in Haddonfield.