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Wαʂ αɳყ σϝ ƚԋιʂ ɯσɾƚԋ ιƚ?
I ЩΛƬᄃΉΣD MΛПY ӨF MY FΣᄂᄂӨЩ ЯΛПK ᄂΣΛDΣЯƧ DIΣ.
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪.
𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇.
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ him ˢᵃᶠᵉ.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧.
I ᕼᗩᗪ ᑎO ᑕᕼOIᑕE, I ᕼᗩᗪ TO ᗩᑕᑕEᑭT TᕼE OᖴᖴEᖇ.
K̷e̷e̷p̷ ̷s̷m̷i̷l̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷a̷m̷e̷r̷a̷s̷,̷ ̷R̷o̷l̷a̷n̷d̷.̷
ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫.
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ.
What a blinding flash of light...
"ＡＵＧＨ！ Ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈｅｌｌ?"
The city speakers chime in with an ear-piercing screech.
"Attention please, Roland Hewitt, report to your local protection team unit, immediately."
"I never fucking done anything!"
From the corner of my eye I witnessed a beurocratic civil protection unit approach me, he was clearly in control of this ordeal.
Of course he didn't come alone, I watched as numerous others with black armbands on their uniforms escorted him.
<:: I have a proposition for you, it's best that we talk somewhere else. ::>
"After everything I did in City Eight and Terminal Seven? You come to me offering a proposition now; when the whole city has gone to shit?"
My words fall on deaf ears, I'm bagged against my will and dragged across the streets in a public humiliation. Their local alcoholic finally being dismissed from society.
| <:: CITIZEN INFORMATION RECORD ::> - CIVIL PROTECTION ACCESS |
| LEGAL NAME: Roland Hewitt | RECORDED NAME CHANGE: N/A |
| CITIZEN IDENTIFICATION NUMBER: [REQUEST FROM SUBJECT] | NICKNAME: [UNKNOWN] |
| CIVIL STATUS: C17 DELEGATION / C24 STATUS NULL BY LOCAL ADMINISTRATION | COLLABORATOR STATUS: Unknown |
| AGE: 45 | STATUS: Alive |
| DATE OF BIRTH: UNDOCUMENTED | CURRENT OCCUPATION: Facilitator |
| PAST LOCATIONS: C17, C8, T7, C24 | PAST OCCUPATION: [CLASSIFIED] |
| EDUCATION: Paramedic Science | NATIONALITY: British |
| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Slouched brawny physique, brown wavy hair. | FAMILY COHESION: INTACT [FAMILY INFORMATION CLASSIFIED] |
| LANGUAGES: English, Japanese | DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Multiple laceration scars, replaced teeth. |
I tore to shreds the only remaining piece of memories I had left...
Woah this is fun.
Nobody bats an eye at me, they all know what I am.
I can put any clothes on and create myself a new identity, Civil Protection won't care.
I can just say it's for an investigation.
Maybe I'll get myself a cane?
Maybe I'll get myself a new suit?
I need to get myself a haircut.
The possibilities are endless, I have the freedom to do whatever I want without the stress of being an officer!
Soltermann needs to watch who he's touching, I nearly punched him out of instinct in front of the Director.
I dumped them on the floor of Triumph street for the wind to pick up and float away
THE INCOMPETENCE OF THE MINISTRY OF CIVIL PROTECTION WILL NOT GO UNNOTICED!
Callaway, you should've kept your mouth shut.
THEY HAVE INVESTIGATED MY ADMINISTRATION FOR NO REASON, NO REASON AT ALL!
He isn't even aware of what he did, does he?
THEY ALLOWED THE INSURGENTS TO GO RAMPANT IN OUR STREETS, THEIR FAILURE TO INVESTIGATE ACTUAL CASES WITH DEFINED EVIDENCE IN THEM!
Speak out against City Seventeen like this, I know the costs, I've done it before...
FOR THAT VERY REASON, THE MINISTRY OF CIVIL PROTECTION IS NOW DISBANDED!
I stood up then, I remember, marching over to the Director.
It was a good run, Callaway, but you don't know the Ministry.
They have my child hostage, I can't have your cake and eat it too, Wyatt.
THE MINISTRY LET THE CLINIC BOMBING HAPPEN, THEY LED OUR OFFICERS ASTRAY!
They're not yours, Asset Requisition owns all of us; and City Seventeen is our home.
But I can't tell you that, can I?
THEY WILL LEAVE OUR CITY AND RETURN TO CITY SEVENTEEN AS PER ORDER OF THE CITY ADMINISTRATOR, ORWELL!
Maybe I'll get to see my son again?
I wouldn't mind just a glimpse, just to make sure he's alive.
God forbid if he isn't...
My last words, I remember them:
YOU JUST DECLARED WAR ON CITY SEVENTEEN.
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