Snowflakes kissed the ground softly as they fell from heaven, dancing in the wind before their graceful step upon the streets and sidewalks, the buildings and cars, the people and animals. The civilians of Nimbus City, Beau of Argovia bundled up in the cold, to fend the frigid night temperatures. Street lights dimly lit the concrete, spotlights illuminating only what is seen fit by their creators. TVs in store windows flash with news of the days happenings, telling stories of kidnappings and murders, one such kidnapping victimizing the Wife of the CEO of Chi-Kien industries, Hung-Mau. Putting out a plea of help to the local police force and calling attention to a 7 million yuro award for her safe return, Chi-Kien puts his company on indefinate hold until she is in his arms again.
Eyes scan the horizon of the technological city, perusing each square inch for something unknown. The fingers of this figure drum dully against the arm of his chair as his brain works carefully. A minute of silence passes before the body sits up straight again, young and fit, and swivels his chair to face a solemn man at head of the office.
"...Bring me Jiru Blanchine, Elenza Baseton and Tyne Silmire. Tell them to report to my office for a very personal meeting."
"...Yes Sir." The solemn man bowed silently and left, running the layout of this enormous office through his head, shooting ranges, recreational facilties, cafeterias, gyms, bedrooms, the works. He would search each of the requested out carefully and efficiently, no matter the location.
The man left at the desk sighed and flipped on a desk light. A small silky grey ponytail hung down from behind his head. His hair color did nothing to represent his age though, face without wrinkles and body without weakness. The light reflected off a triangular prism labeled with a silver plate, words etched into the face.
"Chi-Kien - CEO''
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The headquarters of the Beau Law Authority Headquarters was a swirl of busy officers and criminals. Papers were strewn everywhere; on the floor, desks, stuffed unceremoniously in file cabinets. This was no conventional police office. It was no conventional policing organization either. It was more a collection of mercenaries serving the common goal of keeping Beau safe and profitable for buisnesses and tourists. Such was the history of Beau and her mercs. "Even the mercs are capitalists" was a common saying among foreigners to describe Beau's economic standing and practices.
Looking out of her window, glasses perched on her nose was the "curly red haired devil" as she was affectionately called by her subordinates. Her name tag read "Chief Le Mont". It was her duty to run and oversee all that happened in the BLAH and right now she had a mess on her hands.
Chi-Kien's offer of 7 million yuro could not be overlooked. She could do a lot with that money to make the BLA more respected in Beau and Argovia. Right now everything was haphazard, chaotic, and improvised. Everyday she strived to change that.
Morgan Le Mont walked over to her intercom and pushed aside the folder containing the mission brief typed by herself personally.
"Intercom on." The red light blinked on and beamed at her. She took a deep breath. "Officer D. Ahram, Lieutenant J. Kiln, and Officer K. Rags, please see me immediately." .....Morgan turned her back on the intercom, a few seconds later it bleeped off.
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