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Description: Judge Stromm meets with his handlers Judges Hill and Reed in an abandoned warehouse where he is given a new assignment as part of his current investigation. A player in the room is currently... [ In Storyteller Mode ] says to ALL: The abandoned warehouse in Meg West was long ago quarantined under false pretences, its windows and entrances boarded up with biohazard posters and other cautionary signs warning off anyone with thoughts of using this place for refuge. It was here that two men arrived to proceed inside, ignoring the faded posters and imagery meant to keep wanderers at bay. In the distance the west wall of Mega-City One loomed tall against the afternoon skyline which was a murky grey haze as sand from the Cursed Earth and pollution from the immense city collided here. Elsewhere in the sector sounds of gunfire and other chaotic sounds of confrontation sporadically broke out as the men and women of the Hall of Justice who patrolled here were hard at work containing the criminal element, as well the mutants of the Cursed Earth who routinely breached the city’s defenses in the hopes of settling among the population. Both men carried badges and spoke for the Law in Mega City but their brand of justice differed from the hard direct approach of the other branches of the Hall of Justice. After proceeding into the condemned building said to be the sight of a deadly contagion break out they’d proceed to the second floor where they expected to meet with Judge Stromm. The message sent out weeks ago and traveled through various informants and undercover agents instructing him on where and when to meet. They had every confidence that their man would make it out and find a way to make the time to meet with his commanding officers without arousing suspicions. Much was riding on their confidence after all and they couldn’t afford doubt, not at a time like this. · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC -Is within an abandoned building somewhere in Mega-City One.- says to ALL: ...Peach Trees was a den of suspicion. Anyone who wasn't born in the low end Mega Block was considered an outsider until they'd proven themselves. It took some time before the lowest inhabitants started to trust Sweet Vic the Sugar Peddler but once I'd established myself I started to move more freely between the different circles at work, I could pass between the different gangs unmolested most of the time. Along with my cover I'd established that Sweet Vic needed to leave Peach Trees from time to time so that he could meet with an outside contact that sold him the sugar he in turn dealt to those in the Mega Block. This was just another sugar run as far as the eyes on Sweet Vic were concerned when the reality was it was so much more, more than anyone back in Peach Trees cared to understand or even could because the truth was they were all corrupt, sick to the core and needing the hard hand of the law to show them how to be anything but the depraved masses they'd become... ...arriving ahead of time I passed unnoticed into the condemned building and performed a quick sweep of the interior ensuring I hadn't been followed and that there weren't any squatters that ignored the contagion signs posted on the walls of the warehouse. Quarantine meant no access and while most people heeded the warning there were a few that were willing to risk contagion in order to escape the gun and the gang. Once I was satisfied I'd made my way to the second floor and watched from a window that had been shuttered off with only a few cracks left to see the outside. I recognized the two men that entered the warehouse at a distance and backed away so that I could prepare for their arrival. Away from Peach Trees I still looked the same if not a bit worse, the streets of Mega West were dangerous and dirt caked across my features, my clothes were form fitting and tight making me appear very derelict but inside one pocket was a badge identifying me and holstered over my right hip the handle of a Lawgiver was clearly seen. When I heard the footsteps coming up to the second floor I waited inside a defunct office furnished with an old mattress, a pair of chairs and debris and I'd have said without hesitation..."Judge Stromm, reporting as ordered."... A player in the room is currently... [ In Storyteller Mode ] says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: The pair had also spent sometime casing the warehouse before finally arriving at the second floor office where they discovered “Judge Stromm, reporting as ordered” and looking like you belonged here among the mess of the Meg West as was necessary to your work. The duo who met you was likewise garbed in dark garments and long coats but otherwise did not hold the distinct look of an inhabitant of the streets. Judge Hill and Judge Reed would look you over briefly in silence before the junior of the two men, Judge Reed, launched into long, angry diatribe aimed at determining if you were still their man. He was bitter and foul mouthed, the kind of man who knew how to wear a person down as he commented, “You little fucking snake you have an accent now, you think you’re Peach Trees own or something? Well, you’re not. You’re Black Ops. Ain’t that right?” Meanwhile, Judge Hill, older and greyer than Reed who was now sizing you up and obviously unimpressed with what he was seeing, would nudge the debris littering the office floor with his boot before he turned to observe your response to Judge Reed who was something of a pit bull frothing at the mouth as he showed you his teeth just now. · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC -Is within an abandoned building somewhere in Mega-City One.- says to MC-1 Storyteller: ...I was used to rubbing shoulders with my handlers but I'd been undercover awhile now, deep undercover in Peach Trees and hadn't had a civil conversation with another Judge for what seemedl ike months now so as Judge Reed started in on my the hair on the back of my neck bristled with anger. My hands started to clench and I noticeably tensed before I checked myself and straightened slowly, the training was starting to take over again whereas in the Mega Block I had to rely on my wits for survival and took on a different persona. Eyes hardened at Judge Reeds initial insinuation, I stood straighter, taller and responded with an answer in a snap..."No Sir!"...I called out...."I am a Judge, sir. I serve the Halls of Justice, sir!"...I was falling into line quite quickly then..."Apologies sir. It was necessary to develop an accent to maintain my cover."...I felt like a cadet standing in line again and awaiting inspection from one of the Commanding Officers. I stood straight but my eyes wandered away from Reed towards Judge Hill who was noticeably the senior of the two men. My arms had come tight to my side, stiff and straight just like I had been taught to stand at the academy and while I might not have looked like a judge I did have the measure of one as I made clear and precise movements like I had been trained to do. As I stood there my eyes started to train ahead again, my throat felt dry and I pressed my lips together almost as though I were wishing for a glass of water now... A player in the room is currently... [ In Storyteller Mode ] says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: Judge Reed snorted derisively when he observed your reactions and saw how at first you begun to tense and clench with what looked like a curious amount of anger and emotion for one in your position. It was clear the mission you had undertaken was starting to scrub away the Academy’s training but that was to be expected. Your success in the investigation depended on blending and adapting to your surroundings but Reed was obviously trying to remind you of your place, your roots, your badge. [“You smell of Peach Trees snatch, too. That’s probably why the accent huh, best way to get in good with those whores over there I bet. Isn’t that right snake?”] He snarled before Judge Hill finally decided to speak, [“That’s enough, Judge Reed.”] and thus silenced his subordinate who took to hovering in the background from there on out like a dog now brought to bear on a shortened leash by its master. At any moment when it might look like you’d turn on the senior Judge, Reed was there, clenching and vibrating, ready to put you down. In contrast to Judge Reed, Hill was a calmer, more sombre sort who after observing you a moment motioned you to step aside and join him in conversation. “Now, I know we have you blowing in the wind out there longer than anticipated but we need you to hang on just a bit longer, Judge Stromm. Do you think you can do that?” Steel grey eyes would match your own to watch your reactions and judge whether your answer was satisfactory to what the situation called for. Many judges in your place had been lost to violence or in some cases corruption and perhaps they kept tabs on you, knowing how deeply you were becoming involved with elements of the Peach Trees, or maybe Judge Reed was just talking a lot of shit hoping to provoke you and happen by chance upon some sordid detail of your undercover work. Whatever brought the three of you out there though it was certain what they wanted from you wasn’t simple intel on the gangs or Peach Trees. Something else had prompted them to call you in for this encounter and it appeared Judge Hill was being cautious, probing and observing for the time being before deciding whether or not the Judge they knew still resided beneath that accent and the grime of the streets. · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC -Is within an abandoned building somewhere in Mega-City One.- says to MC-1 Storyteller: ...the reactions I displayed were a clash between my training and my undercover persona. Sweet Vic wanted to throw a heavy hook and knock Judge Reed on his ass but Judge Stromm knew this was all part of the process so he held himself in check until Judge Hill finally stepped in to quiet the other Judge which then gave way to a momentary calm as Judge Reed faded into the background. As for myself I also started to calm down, I relaxed and my shoulders started to noticeably loosen as I turned to match eyes with the calmer and more sombre veteran who acted as my commanding officer in the Black Ops Division. Aware that I was being observed I didn't falter as I matched my gaze with the one that Judge Hill assessing me with until the man motioned for me to step aside and join him in conversation which I did without hesitation. Moving ahead I remained aware of Judge Reed in the background, pacing back and forth like a chained dog that I didn't particularly care for even if I acknowledged the role he played here during these proceedings.... ...when I'd moved aside and taken a place standing next to Judge Hill my features remained stoic though hearing that I would need to remain in the wind and undercover awhile longer made it feel like something was scratching on a wall deep in the back of my mind. How long would it be before the mission was done? How long could I pretend to be someone other than who I was? Nodding my head though I'd have exhaled and said..."Whatever you need, Sir. I serve the Hall of Justice and the people of Mega City One. I'll do my duty however long it's deemed necessary."...I was indoctrinated into my role through and through but that only meant it might take longer for the job to break me than usual. No Judge could stay undercover forever before his loyalties started to shift little by little. Right now I was still loyal to the cause though. Looking at Judge Hill I wondered, I wondered what they had in store for me knowing that the reports I made with appropriate frequency had made their way back to the Halls of Justice and that my superiors knew everything that I did in so far as the investigation was concerned.... A player in the room is currently... [ In Storyteller Mode ] says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: Judge Hill watched you closely when you responded to assure him you could handle being under cover just a bit longer and while you had the look of one sure of himself the Judge knew the risks and damage associated with the job. However, at the end of the day you would do your duty and the division would squeeze you for whatever information they could before you were either removed by the very forces you now courted as part of your mission, or were discarded as damaged good by the very Hall you claimed to serve. Such was the way of things in your line of work. Breaking eye contact with you to reach into his coat Judge Hill would present you with a data chip on which files pertaining to a new branch of the investigation were contained. Afterward he’d give you a brief summarization of the information on the chip, [“The Hall of Justice has reason to believe Mayor Neal has ties to the Peach Trees. We want you to find out where and how deeply these ties actually go. Or if there are any ties at all.”] Something in the way he voiced his last statement gave rise to the idea that he haboured doubts about validity these accusations but the divisions, while working for the grater good, did not always align with the other and the Black Ops were certainly off on their own in territory that the other divisions didn’t want to deal with. Fact is Judges Reed and Hill were being strong armed by their higher ups to give up their guy on the inside, that being you, but they weren’t about to let you end up being handled by another division without some concrete assurances about the investigation that was now broadening to focus on the Mayor. It was an election year after all and it wouldn’t be the first time political opponents slung some heavy mud around to see the top dog brought down out of the race. Afterward, Judge Hill would go on deciding he should let you in on the fact that you may end up being traded off to another division eager to get its hands on the investigation, [“Truth told we were supposed to come here tonight to tell you to expect a new point of contact from this point forth, but, Judge Reed and I have decided your work is too important to pass to another division. You may catch some heavy flack for this so if you want, we can pull you in early.”] Which would annoy the council thought Judge Hill but then Black Ops always has a tendency of doing its own thing. They weren’t about to stop now. · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC -Is within an abandoned building somewhere in Mega-City One.- says to MC-1 Storyteller: ...I knew the risks associated with this job. If I didn't I shouldn't have taken an assignment with the Black Ops Division. In response to the new information that the Mayor of Mega City One might have ties to Peach Trees my eyes widened though. The Mayor wasn't just another street level thug, gang leader or dealer he had real power in the political playing field that could be used to shape the landscape of the Mega City. At least he wasn't a russian was the underlying thought that came to mind after Judge Hill had informed me of this new facet to the investigation though. Nodding my head once as though to say I understood I'd have reached out to take the data chip presented to me while remarking..."Nothing in my investigation has revealed anything on the Mayor yet but I've only earned enough trust in Peach Trees to rub shoulders with low and mid end players so far."...I seemed lost in thought as my gaze turned towards the data chip I held in my palm briefly..."Making open inquiries could be dangerous but I think I may know a way to get the information."...I had made contact with a certain unhinged hacker after all and she might be of assistance if I played my cards right and with a bit of caution.... ...after that I went quiet, waiting and listening to what Judge Hill had to say next which came as a bit of surprise to me before I shook my head vehemently in response..."No."...my answer was direct..."The Investigation needs to continue. We have evidence on dozens of soldiers in Peach Trees and a quarter as many mid level associates that we can send to the iso cubes for years. We need more if we're going to destabilize the criminal hold on the block though."...I was talking like a Judge when I said that, there was no trace of the sugar peddler in me then and the truth was the idea of being pulled in early turned my stomach a bit, made me think I wasn't capable of doing my duty. Glaring ahead as though I were wearing the helmet symbolic of the judges I'd have stated..."Leave me in. If I can't find anything out about the mayor then at least we'll have the files on the gangs and some extended intel. Enough to clear out all the lower levels on the block.".. A player in the room is currently... [ In Storyteller Mode ] says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: The Mayor of Mega-City 1 was a figurehead, a way of showing the people that the Chief Judge still cared about tradition and the old ways without actually allowing them to flourish and take over again. After all freedom and Democracy, and all the excesses that came with it, are what lead to the near annihilation of the human race to begin with and what forced people into the Mega-Cities to escape the radiation and destruction beyond. The sacrificing of freedoms therefore was considered a worthwhile price for peace and more importantly survival, but a Mayor aligning with the gangs had the potential to bring the established order down and that simply could not happen, especially not after a devastating war that the city had just survived and was still recovering from. With your determination to continue the investigation though Judge Hill was pleased and maybe even Reed too who’d be loathed to show it even if he was, but with a note of caution Hill would offer, [“We don’t need you digging around too much, Judge Stromm. At most we need information on any couriers or middlemen. Document and record what you can but do not take any unnecessary risks. Well, not anymore than you are already taking.”] The meeting was winding down by this time and paying a look to Judge Reed lurking nearby Judge Hill would be preparing to head out if you had nothing else to bring to his attention, but before doing so he’d add, [“The Street Division recently intercepted a shipment of sugar smuggled into the southern sectors. You’ll find your re-supply downstairs.”] · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC -Is within an abandoned building somewhere in Mega-City One.- says to MC-1 Storyteller: ...any Mayor that aligned with the gangs against the Halls of Justice could be a threat, I understood what the play was here and looking at Judge Hill I'd only nod once to show that I followed. When Hill went on to offer his last words of advice I'd have replied..."Of course Sir. Document and record."...I acknowledged the orders but the truth was I knew that if the wrong people suspected my allegiances I would either have to make them disappear personally or arrange to have another Judge sentence them to some time in the Iso Cubes. Sounded easy enough but that wasn't always the case. Now that the meeting was winding down I looked between Judge Hill and Reed before waiting as the senior judges took their leave of the warehouse, it was important none of us were seen together. As for the rest I merely offered a..."Thank you, sir."...when it was brought to my attention that my re-supply of sugar was downstairs allowing me to maintain the cover of Sweet Vic when I returned to Peach Trees. I would need to work fast when I went back to the Mega Block, I didn't want to wait and see if another division in the Halls of Justice took over this investigation... |
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