Soldiers of Odin.
Soldiers of Allah.
What would be the next? Soldiers of Vishnu? Soldiers of … Why?
He poured a new cup of coffee from the thermos on his desk. Hopefully it would ward off the headache he could feel coming. With a sigh he slipped his feet out of his shoes and curled up in his chair. Why did humans insist on this ridiculous behavior, they really should learn from the past. Come to think of it, many of his colleagues were not much better, and they had lived that past.
Mm, coffee. Black gold.
Back to the problem at hand, was it even a problem? He supposed it was, vigilantees in the streets are seldom good news. Vigilantees. He turned his head and looked out of the window. He had really beautiful weather these days. The sun shone down with her brilliant, cold smile and the snow glittered back so it hurt the eyes. A school class was playing in the park, a couple of the boys had started a snowball fight as soon as the teacher turned away. He smiled and turned back to his work.
He really could not understand what they were trying to do. They wanted to make the streets safer at night? What was it… Oh yes, they were the gangs of poorly educated, violent, hooded guardians protecting the Norwegian people from the gangs of poor, violent, young muslim men with little or no education who haunted the streets at night with their hoods drawn down in their face.
Huh. The cup was empty. Strange, somehow it always came as a surprise.
Back to the problem at hand. For all their bluster, they would not amount to anything. They lacked the brains to create anything lasting, and the support to make it work. However, they did manage to create a whole lot of trouble.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Why did he even have a form in case of… What was it? He flipped the paper. Ah, there it is; "Evaluation of Peril caused by Vigilantees or similar". What was the point? At times he thought the government made up these bogus forms just to keep him busy. Stupid bureaucrats. Oh well, someday soon he would take a long holiday. Go somewhere fun, relax, maybe get a job at a bakery. Hm, sounds like a plan.
He refilled his cup and placed the form in a stack of finished papers for his secretary to get. The clock behind his secretary's desk showed 14.25 when he left the office. He waved good-bye to the lady, and whistled as he stepped out on the pavement. He had a holiday to plan.
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Notes:
Those of you who followed Norwegian news one (or two) years ago might remember this vigilantee group who called themselves 'Soldiers of Odin'. They had a couple of divisions in some of the bigger cities, but never really did anything.
He leaves the office at 14.25, because it is common in Norway to leave work early on a Friday afternoon.
I also think that they would occasionally find jobs outside of the government, in order to not go crazy. Sort of like a holiday.
Author's note:
I'm updating, but this was my back-up chapter. I was going to publish something else, but neither Sweden nor Denmark are cooperating, and it is very annoying.
Sees,
Shrizyne