Post by Napoleon IV on Nov 17, 2013 5:55:28 GMT
Nigel’s union card flew across the bio-lock, opening the
door. Outside, he could feel winter quickly setting in the Ukrainian climate,
so he was wearing his beanie. He walked down the street and stopped at the Precinct
Six civil housing, knowing the buildings’ reputation. Entering the building, it
was slightly warmer; they must have hacked the heating system. Inside the
laundry room, the hamper waited near the two giant broken machines. The rusted
piping screeched as he entered the room, pushing steam out of the rusted
cracks.
Walking upstairs with the hamper, he started to hear the
sounds of partying and general happiness. “Hmm,
happiness” he thought to himself, “Seems
suspicious.”
Indeed it was, you innocent Scot. Inside they were injecting
colorful fluids into themselves, gambling, all that sort. Nigel didn’t know
this though.
He walked up to the door and knocked loudly, and the sounds of
partying stopped and turned to fear when a delightful tone arose from the other
side of the door, “Housekeeping!” Nigel told them, but he knew damn well he was
about to spy on them. “We don’ need no housekeepin’ mane!” comes from the other
side; the sound of partying continues.
Nigel takes the hamper back downstairs and puts it away,
walking into the main lobby where, strangely, he can still hear them talking
upstairs. Nigel takes out a cigarette from his satchel and lights it, listening
to them in silence. Hearing nothing from the ordinary gambling and drugging he had
been hearing, he almost seemed to lose hope when a shining light entered the
room.
A dreary looking woman, bags under her eyes. She cradled
herself as the normal syringe addict would, walking right past the clean worker
smoking a cigarette, as though she didn’t even notice him. Walking right up the
stairs, just to A2 which had declined the ‘housekeeping’ from earlier.
Nigel thought to himself, “That woman was an addict, no
doubt, she knows where’s she’s going, too. Those guys up there must be dealers…”
Suddenly, he hears the door open; “What’re you doing here!
We don’t allow your kind in here! This is a book club, mane!” Nigel begins
losing hope, even more once he hears, “That’s right, get outta here!”
The door closes, Nigel loses all hope of becoming a
loyalist. He stands there, finishing off his cigarette and walking outside,
waiting for the addict to appear. Instead, she never comes. Nigel regains that
devilish hope inside him, it burns inside him, knowing he’ll be rewarded,
knowing he’ll be known.
The request device shows itself in his hand, Nigel simply
says, “I’ve found a suspicious group, UCH Apartments in Precinct Nine.”
After a long wait, they reply with, “Where are you? We’re at
Precinct Nine.”
Nigel slaps himself on the forehead, “I meant Precinct Six…
everyone makes mistakes right?”
After a period, the units emerge, a Legion Oh-Three and a
Nova Oh-Two. They walk from the hard point when Nigel calls them over. Without
a word, they walk towards him, following him as he opens the apartment
buildings doors, following them in a triangle formation behind him, up the
stairs and down the hallway to A2.
Nigel puts his finger up as he approaches, the units walking
silently as Nigel approaches the door.
Nigel signals the Nova Oh-Two to prepare
to Inject, and he stands back behind him. He raises his fist and slams it
against it multiple times, screaming “Housekeeping!”
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<:: “Inject.”
Is the only thing that had to be heard to
arise panic inside. The units’ storm through the door, a black male already
approaching from behind the wall with a SPAS-12. The Legion runs inside,
pushing against the wall as he approaches. Three people lay on the couches,
tripping their balls off when the Nova walks in too. The other black man jumps
at the Legion, gripping his arm and stabbing him in the chest multiple times
after he fires a burst shot into the other black man with the shotgun.
While
the Legion is being stabbed multiple times, the Nova fires ten shots into his
back, then while he’s on the floor, cradling his own life, five more.
The black male falls over, dropping his shotgun when the
Nova sprays bullets into his limp body on the floor. The Nova is then pounced
on by a drug fiend, the addict Nigel saw earlier.
The Nova steps out into the
hallway while Nigel stands there watching her take at least 23 bullets in her
body at all different angles until one finally ends the bath salts rage. He
stands there with his hands in his pocket, checking the time at one point when
the Nova runs back inside, gripping the Legion’s wound while the other two
citizens that we’re tripping their balls off simply walk out and down the
hallway, never to be seen again. Nobody was really sure how they just seemed to
escape like that.
When the smoke cleared, there were three dead bodies. One in
the hallway, bleeding across the floor and two inside, one with a knife in hand
and the other shotgun in his hands. The Nova rushes to the Legion’s attention
when another Legion walks down the hallway, a Legion 02. The Nova calls him
inside, and tells him to carry the dying 03 to the Medbay.
The Nova pushes
Nigel along, too, arresting him and putting him into a cell. During the entire
30 minute operation, Nigel sat patiently inside his cell until that same Legion
02 came back, taking him off to the interrogation. When he was led into the
room, the console flickered and he first noticed the blood on the floor.
Ignoring it, he sat down and awaited his commands.
Just another day in the life of Nigel Williams.
This was written with my touch, ignore any anomalies if you were in this IC.