Thanks to Justin for running this session for us
The nights are very cold right now in Freedom City. The wind, whispering over the ocean and river bring it down to the teens. The school lights are bright and warm still. Distantly, you can hear Chump hanging out with Noah. The two of them are arguing with Donnie that a joke in some tv show is funny, even though it wasn’t logical.
The moonlight lights up the area just beyond, which is where we find Apothecary and Schism.
Kirby has an overstuffed backpack filled with medical gear and a change of clothes. He is holding a fresh stack of missing person flyers. “Its going to feel a lot colder for anyone who might be lost out there, I was wondering if you could help me get to the fins a little early tonight?”
“Of course, where do you want to go?” Schism lightly rests her hand on his jacket sleeve, looking distractedly around the area. “Here, I’m going to be in some ugly places tonight, but if you need anything or find yourself wanting to move someone quickly, use these.” She hands him a communicator she snitched from the Next Gen supply and one of her trackers to teleport him from a distance.
“I’d like to get started on 62nd street”, then make my way east." Kirby puts the tracker under his watch, makes a scan of the communicator then hands it back. “Thanks, I’ve got the frequency. Do you need back up?”
“I hope not, but I’m not so dumb as to think I’m invulnerable. Only insubstantial.” She gives a half-hearted grin, “I’m going to see if I can find some problems to fix. Or at least hurt. Not sure you want to be a part of that. If you hear from your EMT buddies any word of corrupt cops or people beating up on innocent folks, or both, let me know, though?”
“Kind of crazy, one minute we are struggling to get a joke on tv, the next we are trying to size up what we mean by ugly places. This city’s seen some trauma. If you are looking for problems to fix, the people south of broadway can use some hope”.
“I’ll start there, then. Anything in particular, or just bad scenes in general?”
“If I hear of any innocent people being beat up, I’ll let you know asap. Corrupt cops are tricky. You have to find a good cop to work with, or you are going to to run up against the blue shield first and foremost.”. " Bad scenes in general."
“Yeah, but people still talk, if they trust who they’re talking to. The victims, at least. Ok, hold on.”She brings them both to 62nd St. and holds them both as insubstantial in the shadows until they can both tell the coast is clear. “I’ll keep you updated on my locations, if you don’t mind checking in with me.”
“All clear. Signal me, if you need someone to check in more frequently than an hourly basis”.
Reality disappears, and a new one is thrust upon you. We’re in the farther ends of the Theater District. This is the area people don’t want to visit. Nearby, there’s a store with blacked out windows promising “LIVE SHOWS” and “CHEAP BEER.” In the distance, a fire burns in a trash can as some hobos try to survive the growing cold. This is the Fens. There is cheap housing for those who need it, but corruption runs rampant.
“Hey if you seem me tonight, call me Rohan!” Apothecary sets an alarm to remind him when his shift starts at firehouse #6, then makes his way to the store putting up a fresh flyer, along with some glowing glue.
Schism tips him a salute, and phases away to a nearby rooftop to begin scanning for people in trouble, or causing it. Following the sounds of sirens, she teleports from building to building, wondering if she should invest in a cape.
There are no hospitals in the Fens proper; they can’t afford that. It’s known that sometimes people die en route to the hospital due to the distance. However, there is an urgent care. As Kirby walks up to the firehouse, people are unsurprised to see him. Joe is there, smoking her cigarette.
“Hey ya, Kirby! Do you ever sleep?”
“Not with finals coming up, thanks again for helping me with this internship, any word on areas we have to avoid tonight? Also, you know those are bad for your health.”
“Ugh, don’t I know it. However, how do you give them up? I’m hearing about a few heart attacks. White boys that don’t look like they belong around here. Down by Laurel Gardens, I heard about some people getting hurt from some of my neighbors. Police are looking into it, but, haven’t heard anything else.”
Meanwhile, on a nearby rooftop, Schism peers down. There is no cold, there is no wind, there’s nothing affecting her when she’s phased out of reality. Everything blows through her, untouched. She’s blinking from rooftop to rooftop trying to get a feel for the world she’s come back to. She knows she has contacts to talk to, but isn’t ready to chat with anyone yet. The longer she can go without trying to act like a normal human right now, the better…at least until she can get this terrible fear and anger under control.
After a while, Schism alights on a building. A heating unit is failing to turn on. The world usually smells jagged and dirty, which is part of what she loves about this Earth. However, tonight, there’s some other smells wafting up. Some police are wandering around the front step, shooting the breeze at each other. However, what really catches her attention as she’s shifting around for insight, is a nearby dumpster a block and a half away. There’s a bag of trash that was thrown out, and on the handle is some vomit. She partially phases the vomit, scanning it for any traces of drugs or disease; she doesn’t find any drugs. What she does find is blood and bile. Some of it she recognizes as coming from a ruptured liver. Schism teleports to the dumpster, but blips into the apartment attached to the broken heating unit to see if there are any signs of a fight or other event.
Kirby has put on an emt uniform, with the Rohan name tag. He uses tries to edit the roster list to make sure he is riding in a fins ambulance tonight. Heading to Midtown takes a bit of time, but, it’s not too hard. There aren’t any ambulances specifically going to the Fens. However, he sets it up so that the next one that goes out, will be routed to his ambulance, regardless of what the ambulance is doing.
As Schism teleports into the apartment with the broken heating unit, for just a second she sees carnage. There is some blood on the wall, a body that’s been burned, and some police tape over one of the doors. Then, you are next to the dumpster.
[PM from Kirby: Schism, Its 23:00 checking in, are you okay? We are okay. Some reports of people getting beat up at Laurel Gardens]
Schism steadies herself after that horrifying sight, and then crouches down next to the dumpster, near a gap between the metal sides. She softly whispers, “Hey. I’m not the cops. I know someone’s in here and you’re hurt. I can get you help. My name is Nadie. Have you heard of me?”
[PM from Simone: Rohan, I’m right next to Laurel Gardens. There are cops here and something really nasty just happened in an apartment. Looks like a person burned. Not sure if they were alive at the time. Looks like someone hurt is hiding in a dumpster here, and I’m trying to talk them out of it. May need your help in a few minutes.]
“Hey Rohan, nope, FMC’s all quiet since those Southside guys came in. Haven’t heard anything about Laurel Gardens. No calls to 911 or anything. I think those guys were on Zoom. Probably came to the Fens for more of that shit to pump in their systems.” Apothecary has heard of Zoom. It’s a designer drug that temporarily gives you super-speed. However, it’s not just physical, it’s also mental. You can calculate faster, think clearer, do everything. Afterwards, it might kill you. Heart attacks are very common with it.
Schism hears a man’s voice moaning in the dumpster. “Please, I need some help. I think…I think I might be dying. Oh God, I don’t want to die in a dumpster. Please God.”
“It’ll be ok, just hold on.” Schism messages Kirby [I’ve got a badly hurt person I’m about to bring you, looks like a ruptured liver at least] scans the dumpster and realizes it’s too packed to phase in and grab him easily. She silently teleports the lid open and levitates over the side, into the dumpster.
Kirby begins prepping the bed in the ambulance. [I’ve got the tracer on. When you teleport, can you phase out some of the bile build up? Imagine the space on right side a catheter would take up, from the groin to where the rested elbow would be. It would be a little warmer than blood.]
Schism teleports the lid up, but doesn’t even have time to take in the disgusting spot. There’s a black man lying in the trash. The top of his skull is broken open. Swelling has covered a third of his face. The steam from his ragged breathing is labored, partially due to the vomit and blood coating his beard and moustache, with more covering his thin sweatshirt.
“Ok, it’ll be ok. I’ve got a friend who’s an amazing paramedic. Just let me get things prepped.” [Schism to Kirby: His skulls is crushed, lots of swelling. I need to see where I’m bringing him to make sure he doesn’t get shifted too much on landing. Let me know when it’s safe to come in.]
Kirby quikcly works to create a message on the radio of an spb transporting an individual this way, then preps the bed for arrival. [We are ready when you are.]
Schism teleports to Kirby, checks out the situation and blinks back to bring the man over, reaching out and creating a bridge in reality. Where before this man was lying on trash, suddenly a gurney takes its place. Immediately, there’s a sucking, seizing sound as the fluid build up is removed, but, Apothecary is there with an oxygen mask. His eyes flash open for a second at the sudden change in surroundings, and the bright light, but, Schism is there to shield them with her hand. The eyes are obviously jaundiced, and in this lighting, the yellow in his skin stands out as you can see how pale it is, especially with the blood and vomit left behind in the dumpster during the phase. Apothecary however, doesn’t stop, he begins quickly and efficiently checking him, and can tell that he has received multiple wounds, two of which are severe, one to the head, and one to the abdomen. Both of them were at high speed, reminiscent of Reggie. However, where Reggie’s are fist sized, these are long, like an aluminum bat was used. With incredible skill, Apothecary is able to stabilize the man. He’s fading in and out of consciousness, obvious signs of concussion can be seen.
Realizing what she’s seeing, her temper flares, a terrible rage burning inside. During one of his moments of consciousness, Schism leans forward, whispering in his ear, “Who did this to you?”
“Thank goodness you were there. Stay awake, sir. My names Rohan, what is yours? What happened, is anyone else hurt" Kirby looks at the mans sweat shirt. Rough night to be a Freedom City Blades fan. For the benefit of any observers, he speaks formally to Schism, “Ma’am this is probably going to get me in a lot of trouble, but you might want to grab some tranquilizers from the medical bag over there. Blitz addicts are making a bad night worse.”
He glances at the two of you. “I’m…I’m…Detective…Oh God this hurts. I’m Detective…no, I can’t say that…My name is Bruce Jordan. Oh, my wife.” The man starts to roll his eyes back for a second. “You can’t let anyone know where you found me.”
“Mr. Jordan we found you at Fire House #6, its going to be okay.”
Schism grabs the tranquilizers, passing them to Kirby
“Thank you, oh f-, oh.”
The ambulance reaches the hospital and a crash team shows up. Instantly, they begin asking questions about the victim. Kirby gives them his name and injuries. The two of them have heard of Bruce Jordan. He’s recently come to the Fens. He knows a cousin and what not that vouched for him. He sells some of the Designer drugs. Putting the pieces together, they realize he’s an undercover cop and that the identity is false.
“Rohan, I need to get back there and figure out what the hell happened. Do you want to come with me? There might be other people hurt.”
“Take those tranqs, watch out for Blazers looking for the rest of his stash. We’ll call it in”. When “Rohan” gets free he will change into Apothecary and signal Schisim for a teleportation.
“There were two cops, or people dressed as cops, guarding the scene. You said that there was no 911 call in. I think those guys are either fakes or corrupt.”
“Too elaborate to be a disguise for that level of abuse to Bruce Jones. They weren’t looking for a smash and grab, they wanted to keep him quiet. Obvious trauma to distract us, or keep him out cold, until he died in that dumpster.”
Schism teleports on a roof and begins looking closely at the cops, now realizing she recognizes them. They travel around, not really caring about things. They definitely are the type that think of this job as their personal sport. They seem unconcerned with what’s inside, and are obviously aware of it. As she’s thinking this, one of them spots her. His red eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Rather than call it in, though, he yells out “Hey, you! Clear out of here! Nothing to see here.” He’s unholstering his gun.
“Funny. I’m not hearing any sirens, officers. With a dead body and everything. Did you get a little too clumsy with the matches after your fun?” she spat out.
One of the officers pulls out his phone and begins speaking to someone. The other one moves his hand away from his gun. “Hey miss, you don’t need to worry your head about what’s going on, inside. Now, you seem to know something, were you a witness?”
The way their faces reacted, and from what she’s seen of them before, these two cops don’t know exactly what went on inside. They were paid to guard this place, probably by another cop, as they wouldn’t accept payment from someone here. The cop with the phone is calling his buddy who paid them while the one talking wants to know how much she knows to see if he needs to intimidate her into keeping her mouth shut.
Schism teleports the other officer’s phone away, looking at the number, catching whatever the other guy on the phone is saying. [PM to Kirby: I can teleport you directly into the apartment, if you like, while I deal with these two yahoos]
[PM to Schism: that will work]
“…don’t need loose ends. Find out if she knows anything,” the voice on the phone says. It raspy, like it’s smoked a thousand cigarettes yesterday. The two cops see the phone in her hand. “SHIT, METAHUMAN.” They pull out their guns. “ON THE GROUND. HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Schism goes insubstantial and keeps talking. “You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re involved in, do you? What your buddy is getting you implicated in, huh?”
As Apothecary signals Schism, there’s a moment of non-existance, and then he’s in the apartment. Blood and smoke fill his nose, but, even worse, he smells burned pork, which he realizes in only a moment is human. Drawers have been ransacked, and there are a few splinter marks on the wall where something fast struck and then kept going.
Schism puts the phone to her ear. “Hey asshole, looks like your chumps here are about to break.” As she growls at the two, they open fire. Several bullets fly through her. Again, she’s untouched by this world. First, there’s the popping sound of the guns. Then, there’s the panicked screaming behind her as the bullets his the adjoining building. She glances back, they’ve just hit bricks, they missed the windows. Schism smiles, her rage growing at them being willing to kill not only her, but also putting the people in those buildings in danger. The next round of bullets she phases two of them back at full velocity, striking each in a leg.
[PM to Schism: shots fired, are you okay?]
She teleports the phone to him. And through the communicator, “Yep, can you track this number?”
Apothecary begins looking at the burns. As he examines them, he doesn’t see evidence of either. Something much less mundane happened here. There was obviously some signs of a struggle. You can see there were multiple people in this apartment. Someone opened a window and jumped out several stories, hitting the ground below. If you were to guess, you would say that was your detective, and that’s why he’s not dead. Looking over details, if you had to guess, you would say there were three assailants. Further, analyzing hair strands and what not, you think there were four people in the apartment initially. Which means two are unaccounted for. A scuff mark on the floor suggests they were dragged away. Carved into a wall near the door is a haphazard Othala rune, a neo-nazi symbol for the nobility of the white race.
The bullets fly into their legs, and they fall down screaming. As Schism glances at the phone, it’s labeled “J-knight.”
The gravelly voice whispers, “I don’t know who this is, but, I’m guessing your some kind of hero. Listen up. I’m the real hero. I’m saving society from the mongrel races. If you’re not going to stand up, and be part of the change, you can be consigned to history.”
“Saving Freedom City? How, with a purifying flamethrower? This is literally a city built of immigrants and superheros; you think you can take them all out? Especially not with help like this. Your buddies aren’t looking too good right now, and I think there are going to be sirens heading this way pretty soon with all their idiotic gunfire.”
“Freedom City was built by those people with a real work ethic. It was built by a people with a real heritage. The people of Mozart, and Elizabeth. Not by the laundry cleaners and chinese food boys. I can tell you’re one of those people who are willing to coddle. Well, when the purifiers of the Brotherhood show up, you’ll see what angel fire really looks like.” He hangs up the phone.
Apothecary goes outside and starts treating the wounded officers, on the ground, afraid and in pain, after looking for recent mail or signs that may indicate who the occupant was. Her name was Elizabeth Jordan, a woman known in the neighborhood for being kind and looking out for others. It looks like she vouched for the detective as her cousin. Putting the pieces together, they realize he’s Detective Jamie Lynn. While Schism is talking to this J-Knight, she’s texting 911 with a call in for shots fired and a burned body in an apartment. Kirby boosts the text as a tweet, broadcasting it throughout the city.
She then crouches down by the cops’ heads. “Look, you pieces of shit. You’re working for a white supremacist murderer and you have one chance to get yourself out of this without the smell of his shit all over you in addition to your own.” Terrified by the metahuman leaning down on them, they look at each other and say “Listen, it’s Sam, Sam Green. We don’t know anything about this. We’re just watching over a place. Sam’s also not a murderer. He’s a normal guy. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Schism takes both their arms and teleports them to the apartment, showing them the burned body. "Really? Is this what a normal person does? He’s out to “purify” the city, and he had a good, kind woman killed, killed like this. Maybe because she was black and trying to help people out in a place he thinks he deserves more than anyone else? What do you guys think? You like that smell?"
As this is happening, Apothecary looks at his headset. He can tell that the call came from Southside. Fitting, since that’s where the Brotherhood is based. The Brotherhood is a neo-nazi populist group that’s been growing in Southside. Graffiti marks have been seen being spray-painted. It used to just be made of youths, but recently, a number of the middle-classed have joined its ranks. It’s been heard around town that they’re organizing more and more recently. They “know” that the problems with America come from the “mongrel races.”
[Pm to Schism: I need your help. They took somebody, from that apartment. They are going to hurt them, because they think it will stop their pain. I can move fast, but not fast enough.]
Sam Green is another Detective, in Southside; he’s known for being gruff but fair. He has ties with the local community there. However, more recently, he’s been a lot more lenient on the Brotherhood members, saying that they’re just misunderstood boys who need another chance. They have a big future ahead of them, and he wouldn’t want to ruin it from a silly charge.
The two cops look at Schism and are buckling down, shocked at the sudden horror of the change of the night. In their minds, they are victims, of all this. They didn’t know anything bad was happening. Schism returns to the stoop, and drops the officers back where they were. “Make yourselves out to be heroes or whatever bullshit you claim. Don’t say a word about us. We’re going to try to save the people you failed to protect, Officers.” She takes all their communication devices from them so they can’t warn anyone else.
“We won’t say a word, promise.” They will definitely not say a word. They don’t want it to be said that two teenagers got them, even if they were metahumans. They don’t want to be part of this scene at all.
The two feel reality bridge between points. In one moment, they’re standing in front of one crime scene, the next, they’re in a very different scene that’s hiding a crime. Poor, quick built housing has been thrown up. It’s for students and low income families. Meth houses are starting to pop up behind these walls. In front of them is a warehouse with crossed grenades carved into the front. It’s a Brotherhood front, and they can hear talking inside.
Schism glances at Apothecary. “I’m ready to start some shit." She then makes the front door disappear and reappear falling forward as she strides through. The metal shutter door clatters to the ground. In front of Schism, about 300 feet away, there are four men. Three of them have a real Southside Scotch/Irish feel to them. The fourth is Sam. Pale skin marks an ill pallor. He slowly unwinds himself. One hand pushes back his sandy blonde hair. “Ah, and the loathsome wolf comes to the good shepherd.” Fire erupts around Sam. “See the favor of my lord.”
Apothecary begins recording the encounter. He steps out of the shadows and pronounces through his intercom. “Officer Green we are here to treat the injured. Stand down.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re recording this. I don’t see any injured people. I just see some vigilantes attacking an officer of the law.”
The two toughs inject themselves with something. Sam looks between the man and the woman and decides the woman is the more offensive. He charges Schism. As he approaches, she actually feels the fire, unlike her normal numb state. The heat doesn’t feel holy. It feels wrong. It feels like when the skeletal swarm of hands were reaching out for Aaron. As the fist goes through her, she feels two things: the first is that the mortal fist of Sam Green sails through her without effect. It slams into the floor shattering it. The second is that something hellish slams into her face. This is hate personified. Schism’s cheek bruises under the impact, dazing her. Even worse, she feels it find that core of rage that she feels about her homeworld and it begins stoking it. It wants more. Schism’s overwhelming will prevents it from fully seizing, but, it still made an inroad. Only the current immediacy of the fight prevents it from twisting her into a caricature of herself.
“Gift of God? This is fucking Hellfire, you monster! What are you, Detective Green? A racist or a devil?”
Remembering that Our Lady of Mercy is very close by, Schism thinks rapidly, then reaches out to teleport the holy water she remembers is always in the basins by the front doors, sending it streaming toward his face. He screams in pain as the blessed water hits him. Steam and smoke rise up from his impure flesh. As his fingers rip at his face trying to pull the water off, deep gouges and fire appear underneath.
Apothecary swings into one of the three henchmen trying to incapacitate him. The thug is hit by apothecary but he doesn’t fall. With their superspeed the three rush over to a corner and grab bats. They’re about 15 feet away now, and grinning. They believe they see every possibiity, and they know how this will end. The monster that Sam Green has become, however, is stunned by the holy water. Listening for signs of the victims, Schism can faintly hear them below, in the machine storage area. About 50 feet away is a trapdoor leading down. Impatient to deal with this jerks, Schism uses extra effort to teleport all three of them up in the air outside the house while phasing the drug out out of their bloodstream; one of them falls unconscious from the drop, one of them starts seizing from a heart attack, and the last looks over at his friends…he wants to help, but the sudden departure of the drug means he can barely move. All he can do is watch. As the bats hit the ground, and a sickly spray falls with them, Apothecary is up.
Schism says to Apothecary “The victims are under the trap door! I’ll get them, you tackle the racist antichrist over there!”
Apothecary sprays Knight-J with tranquilizers; he tries to spin away but just barely gets tagged. He just barely shakes off the effect of the dart; the body wants to fall, but the monster inside refuses. At a second round of darts, though, the demon staggers back a second, shocked at what just happened. It shouldn’t be possible.Sam staggers to his knees, and then a burning form arises from him. Looking at it feels wrong, it feels like a burning boil in the universe. It’s a creature made of ruined Christmases, Diwali becoming a tourist trap. It’s that hurtful thing you said to a friend not realizing you would never see them again.
Apothecary gazes at the demon, and says, “Somebody is breaking curfew.”
It sneers back at him, helpless. The ground burns underneath it, and it disappears, leaving Detective Green passed out on the floor.
“Hey, I think one of the baseball bat guys outside is having a heart attack, if you care.” Schism mentions, still feeling the pull of the hate demon, as she teleports down to the room under the trap door. She clicks on the lights down there and sees two teens tied down on a ritual space. Hateful words are written around them in endless circles, like cruelty itself is the ritual area. Their eyes are open, but rolled back until only the whites. Can be seen. They bear burn marks on several spots on their bodies. Schism swears and suddenly wipes her eyes, the joy of rage dying in her at the sight of them.
Apothecary rushes outside, as the man with heart attack is on his last moments. It’s very likely he’s about to end. Pulling out all the stops, including the single tear, he manages to save the tough’s life. He looks up at the hero and and simply asks, “Why?”
“You’re sick, that doesn’t mean we let you die.”
The tough looks up again at Apothecary, and without the spirit of hatred egging it on, takes a second to look at his life.
As Schism approaches the two children of Ms. Jordan, she can tell that they’re semi-comatose. It seems like it’s due to the mental trauma of tonight’s events, the physical damage, and, the toxicity of the space they’re in. The demon was feeding on their helplessness. She reaches down to the two kids, trying to teleport them out of this hellish place and away from those ropes around them. But as she reaches out, she realizes that these ropes of oppression can’t be ignored. Her own temper almost acts as a counterbalance, preventing her from offering them freedom.Realizing that what’s inside her, her own rage and hatred feeding into all this, she swears and lashes out at the wall next to her. The pain jolting up her arm and the concrete scraping the flesh off her knuckles send a greater warning signal: giving into this isn’t going to help them. Taking a deep breath and trying again, she begins working at the knots, tearing at them with her nails and biting them to get a grip to loosen them even a little bit with her fingers. Trying find a way to move through her rage at her world, her friends, her enemies, her helplessness.
Apothecary, with the rush of adrenaline fading from saving the kid, feels exhaustion catching up with him. He’s been been staying up night after night using a cocktail of chemicals. It’s relatively safer than what these idiots were doing, but only by a generous mind, and the battle with the demon fatigued him even more. He manages to resist falling asleep, but does hit the ground, like the tough next to him. Snow begins to slowly fall. It almost feels warm. Rousing himself, Apothecary starts crawling towards the trap door, laughing as he quietly says to himself, “How can you give them up?”
Schism’s mind for a moment drifts back to history class of this world, and the story of the Gordian Knot. Piece by piece, and movement by movement, she begin pulling at the cords. They’re as psychological as they are physical. As they unravel, she feels her mind untying the knots within themselves. Things become clear. It’s not that she has new thoughts welling up, but, as though the parts of her blocking herself are falling away. “I have other ways of reaching my family. There is still hope, no matter what happens.” Apothecary, stumbles down the stairs just as her shaking fingers finish, and he bandages up Schisim’s hand.
“Let’s take these kids home. Their mom loved her neighborhood, and their neighborhood will need to love these kids to heal.”
Schism shakes her head. "We need to get these kids somewhere safe, like a hospital. They’re really hurt. They’re also traumatized. Rohan, their home is…yeah. I don’t think they should go back there. Let’s talk to their “cousin” once he’s doing better and see if he has any ideas on that."
Schism pulls out her phone and messages Sebastian, otherwise known as Casanova. “Hey. You know your grief counseling you’ve been doing for people? I’ve got two brutalized teenagers here that just had a demonic racist burn their mother alive, probably right in front of them, and we could really use your help right now. Can you meet us at Freedom Medical Center?”
Casanova is quiet for a second, before he responds. “Yeah, I’ll be right there. I’ll send a message to my Doctor I work for to start expediting things. What’s the name of their mom?”
“Thanks, Sebastian. I know this is ugly, but you were the person I could think of that could help them the most. Her name was Elizabeth Jordan.”
There’s a sudden intake of air. “I, uh, I knew her. She looked out for me when my mom was away. I know it looks like I have a lot of money, but my mom worked hard to get me to this spot. Damn, uh, just, damn! Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you there.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry. She’s…she was killed trying to help people. Are you going to be ok to do this? I can find another counselor if this is too close.” She pauses, listening, then nods. “Ok, we’ll see you there.”
In the coming weeks, the video from Apothecary will start to go viral about police corruption. Police Commissioner Barbara Kane will be seen making a statement. An undercover police officer sent in to root out corruption in the Fens managed to survive an attack from a few of his own with the help of two heroes. The three members of the Brotherhood would go on to testify against Detective Green. Detective Jamie Lynn (or Bruce Jordan) made a full recovery thanks to Rohan, and is able to help the two kids find a good home. Casanova is working with them to try and help them find a way to cope with things.