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(Setting) Central District
| >Panic and screams quickly start spreading through people. Mob goes crazy from fear, and human mass splatters everywhere, running without any thinking as to where or why.
>Air begins trembling, and falling scyscraper collapses onto itself, becoming one floor shorter. Its higher levels quickly follow, and rubble starts hitting the streets, crushing panicking people beneath.
| >This is when another explosion bursts through the middle of the collapsing scyscraper, causing its remains to start falling to the side. Eventually, it hits the neighboring building. Muffled screams of the people inside can be heard even through the noise outside.
>Second building stands its ground for a minute or two, letting some of the people on the lower levels to escape it.
| >Their luck doesnt last long, however, as the first scyscraper finally pushes over the second, and their remaining upper levels start raining down on the running people.
>As second building gives in, both scyscrapers with all of their weight hit the third scyscraper, immediatly overcoming it.
>Then a third explosion shakes the third building, blowing away a huge part of it lower levels. Without their support, and under the weight of two other buildings, the giant starts sinking.
| >A couple minutes later all three buildings finally crash on the ground, sending the cloud of dust up a couple hundreds meters. It continues to spread up and away, consuming most of the Central District and panicking people.
>Multiple smaller explosion go off in the remain of three fallen giants, and enourmous fire becomes visible even through the clouds of dust, spreading slowly to the other buildings.
| >In one of the buildings that had not exploded, the VeriaTech HQ, the doors open as several people in construction uniforms march out, eerily uniform, and begin to clean up the rubble. Behind them, other people, some wearing suits, others dresses, begin aiding any survivors or helping to remove especially large slabs of destroyed building. On closer inspection, several of these people seem to be pale skinned, or maybe albino.
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| >Seven small dots appear above the clouds of smoke from the west. As they close in and and grow in size it becomes obvious, that the dots are military dropships. Seven big hovercrafts turn on their spotlights at once piercing through the smoke, and then start diving right into it.
>Three transports begin landing right in the middle of still burning rubble, while four other fly over and above the VeriaTech personnel, and start to land on the spots relatively free from ruins.
| >As the dropships touch down, soldiers in gasmasks start pouring from them, many with bright red crosses on their sleeves, and some carrying various strange equipment. Muffled commands start flying over the site, as the soldiers spread out in teams and begin searching for any survivors.
>A team of five soldiers, four in gasmasks and the fifth with a noticeable black closed helmet, run towards the VeriaTech staff.
| "WHO IS THE HIGHEST RANKING COMMANDING OFFICER OR SOMEONE WITH SIMILAR AUTHORITY HERE?!"
>The soldier with the black helmets screams, with his voice multiplied by the helmet amplifiers.
"WHAT IS THE CURRENT STATE OF THE RESCUE OPERATIONS?!"
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| > A tall woman with dark colored hair walked toward the debris. She was sure to avoid the eyes of the people there, which was somewhat easy being a Lilim with NanoCamo and anti-camera mods. While keeping to the shadows for the most part and staying still when she imagined someone might get too close or see her...she headed for the debris. She'd decided to check the debris for any kind of clues for what might have caused the blast and why...She'd also listen in on conversations.
| >>136571
>It was not an easy task to stay unnoticed on the site of the tragedy. Soldiers, VeriaTech employees and citizen volunteers swarmed the area, searching for survivors and helping the injured. You spent about three hours lurking through the rubble, as you finally noticed something metal, seemingly untouched by the explosions, fire or fall. However, a team of soldiers nearby also noticed the thing, and, mistaken it for a survivor, rushed towards it.
| > Instead of making any special movements. The woman simply moved to try and get closer, a better angle, without letting herself away. She'd let the Soliders do the work of finding out what it was. After all...valuable or not, she still considered this area some level of dangerous. Not to mention her job was just to obtain information...While waiting she drew a handheld from her pocket, still cloaked by the anti-camera and NanoCamo surrounding
reflector she wore about herself and
| > started recording video of what she saw. She'd send the video to [https://dangeru.us/cyb/thread/135414] as a live feed.
| >>135625
>The construction workers continue to mindlessly remove rubble, occasionally finding corpses or injured survivors. They appear to ignore the survivors entirely but instead pick up the corpses, slinging them over their shoulders sometimes two at a time, and walking back to the HQ. If anyone attempts to impede or otherwise stop the construction workers, they simply move around them, completely oblivious to either physical impediment or yelling.
| >>135625
>The men and women dressed in suits and dresses respectfully continue working in the debris, occasionally pulling out survivors and, in a few cases, treating simple injuries. A few look over to the yelling men, look at each other, and continue working, ignoring them entirely. One of them, a lanky man with short cropped blonde hair, yawns and makes a show of cleaning out his ears as he steps up to the imposing figures.
| "Yare yare daze," >he says, approaching the one with the big black helmet.
"Is your voice weak, or are you overcompensating for something, Mister Vader?"
| >>137729
>You watch as the team runs towards the thing. They seem do be discussing something, but as they use their internal radio, you can only hear mumbling behind the gasmasks. Finally, two of them start moving an especially huge piece of debris. Suddenly one of the soldiers shouts and takes off his handgun, pointing it at the thing and pushing his teammate behind himself. However, he soon calms down, and the team makes a circle behind the thing discussing something.
| >>138253
>Soldier doesn't seem to even notice mannerism of the man in front of them, as he receives a report on internal radio at the same moment. He barks a couple orders, barely heard through the helmet.
"ARE YOU—... Goddamnit, are you the highest authorized person here? I need a situation report, and I need it now! What is the state of the rescue operations? Where are the GCPD forces or other emergency services? Exactly what happened? A terrorists attack?"
| >>138330
"Nope! The 'highest' is busy at the moment, and the others aren't as friendly as little ol' me," >The man says, making a show of tightening his tie around his neck, making it resemble a noose.
"The state of the 'rescue' operations is... well..." >He turns, showing the obvious- there's debris everywhere, more corpses are being hauled out (and carried inside the building) than live bodies, and there aren't any police in sight... at least, not yet.
| "As for what happened... clearly someone set us up the bomb. Them, not us, you understand. Rather convenient, I think. If they're terrorists, they're very polite terrorists, who I can only presume would have asked first, prior to demolishing the buildings while several of these mooks were around, but not while *we* were around. At least, not until now."
| >The man shrugs!
"How's that?"
| >a black car soon pulls up to the scene and outsteps a tall woman with golden augments and wearing a clean white labcoat. Her face is partially covered with a surgical mask.
| >>138357
"Ahh... and here's the lady of the night! Or dusk! Either way, he's your problem now, honey sweetcheeks," >The man says, sticking his tongue out at the man in the black helmet as he casually saunters off back to the group of other well-dressed albinos. As he passes the labcoated woman, he blows a kiss.
| >>138360
>she sighs and walks over to the man in the black helmet. She says something but almost can't be caught. She looks? at you with her entirely gold eye augments.
| >she stares at the biker for a moment and in a whispery voice,
"What?"
>is all she says.
| "Sit at on bey nd be g fub r, h h."
>Soldier said through his teeth, which caused the helmet's speakers to bug out a little. He turned over to the augmented lady.
"I assume you are the highest authority here at the moment? I am Lieutenant Vincent, UK Glitch City 1st Combined Arms Detachment commanding officer. We request that any UK patrials or their bodies that you find, be handed over to our forces. May I know your name, miss?.."
| >>138368
>you see the woman stands at about 6 foot tall. She again speaks in a soft whisper
"At the moment, so I suppose. I was told to come here. Was this a trick Hera..."
>she extends her arm forward for a handshake
"Janis."
| >>138380
>Vincent seems lost for a minute, as he realises, that he cannot take off his combat gloves without getting out of his armor.
"I would love to return the gesture, miss Janis, but I'm afraid my hands are covered. I suppose we can exchange handshakes at a better circumstances."
>Slight guilt in his voice is noticeable even trough the helmet's speakers.
"What about our request, miss Janis?"
| >she puts her hand down.
"I have no authorization on that. The bodies aren't mine until they come to me."
| >Vincent's posture noticeably stiffened.
"Who does have the authorization then? I want you to undrestand, miss Janis, that our government is very finicky about recovery of it's patrial's bodies as well as their well being."
| >One of the soldiers reached for his weapon, but Vincent raised his hand.
"Miss... Janis. My government, would of course, be willing to pay as much as possible for the recovery of the bodies. However, bargaining for them will not do any good for your company's long term relationship with our country. I also want you to consider the fact, that prices too unreasonable might justify retrieve-by-force and military intervention. I want this to be made clear to every authorized person."
| >>138426
>considering the whispery tone the laugh that comes out of the tall woman is a bit unsettlingly loud
"Do you not know where you are? A threat of force? I'm head of a branch of Research and Development, so maybe it is that the reason I don't think we've done business with the UKGC. I know we do with the UK proper however."
>as she was talking a mosquito had landed on the side of her face, it has not moved since she started. when she finally finishes it walks to her ear.
| >>138436
>she continues
"But a threat of an attack doesn't mean much here. Especially to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have research material I need to pick up before Hephaestus does."
>she begins to walk away, the mosquito continues crawling on her face, with no reaction from her
| >Vincent took out his handgun and shot up in the air.
"I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU WERE TO AT LEAST LISTEN WHAT I HAD TO SAY UNTIL THE END, MISS JANIS."
>Amplified voice from the speakers echoed above the side and from the neighboring buildings. He put the gun back into the holster.
| >>138463
>she looks and makes her way back. The mosquito still in the same spot not even deterred by the gun shot.
"Well?"
>the same whispery tone.
| >The construction workers continue to dig out remains and pull out bodies, not reacting to the gunfire.
>Some of the dressed albinos, however, begin to look in the direction of the black-helmeted soldier.
| >>138477
"You seem to have mistaken my words for a threat of an attack. I have no authority to initiate such an attack, however. Glitch City's 1st Combined Arms Detachment primary directive is protection of our embassy in the city. UKoBIaNMC embassy. Our forces answer directly to the ambassador Ariel Blimm. If you were to name a price for retrieval of the bodies, she would be the person to bargain with you, but she would also be answering to the people above."
| >Vincent crossed his arms.
"They would be the ones to decide, whether your deal is a buisness offer or terrorists demands. Either way your relationship with UK government will be harmed. In the latter case, military operation will ensue. I want you to understand, what I'm trying to do, is ensure that we have as little friction between each other as possible. Those are my men that will be sent after your's if diplomacy fails, and I naturally care for them more than for dead bodies."
| >>138486
>they sigh another mosquito lands on their face you also notice neither have bitten Janis despite being there for so long.
"This annoying conversation already isn't worth it. Give me the description and I'll take them and give them to you. I don't care enough to try and see if Zeus cares about your business, and I know he doesn't care what I do with the bodies. If he gets material out of this I swear..."
| >>138501
"This deal only applies if I can get to those bodies first. Otherwise they're their own people you can deal with."
| "I'm grateful for your cooperation, miss Janis. We are currently readying the lists of UK patrials that could have been victims of this attack. Our embassy will send them later to your company HQ, with a note to be delivered personally to you."
>Lieutenant saluted.
"I hope our next meeting will be at better circumstances. Now, if you excuse me, I also have work to do."
>He turned back and rushed away, barking orders over the radio. The rest of the soldiers followed their CO.
| >The suited men and women go back to their work.
| "Hera if this was a set up for Odyssus..."
>the tall woman goes back to the group of people handling corpses
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| >A regular night in the central area of the Glitch City. Mobs of people walk down the streets, hurrying to work, or returning from it. Some are just talking a walk, sometimes a pair of dating lovebirds runs through the human masses.
>Suddenly, the sound of explosion echoes through the streets. People start turning to the source of the sound, only to start running away in panic, screaming, as the huge cloud of dust starts consuming the streets.