Snippet #2037697

It is dusk the faded colors of the sky we cannot reach show a rainbow reflection in the shield. The surrounding areas are covered in smog spewing from the factories releasing its contaminated contents into the confined Sector Two. The thick haze blurs her vision before reaching the smell of rotten eggs as she passes the factories that use sulfur for most of the chemical ingredients. Kalessi can almost taste it on her tongue. The humidity makes it impossible to not sweat in this part of the perimeter. She hovers above the concrete slabs refusing to let her feet touch the ground filled with litter. Kalessi gesture’s at her Culvt’s to walk a full five to ten feet behind her. Since she protects herself no man does it for her, and because she can.

Kalessi is nearing her destination on her routine inspection to recruit the troops, intimidate the masses, and most importantly find Anex’s. That’s when she senses one is nearby. She brings her Culvt’s to a halt telling them to search the perimeter for an Anex while she continues to hover casually seeing one of her subordinates. Placing her scouter down from her overflowing blonde waves upon her eyes to see it is the Head Inquisitor Jarak Abel. A man who is shorter than her by an inch which a plastic look on his face because of cheeks bones that are too high. When everyone knows he is in his mid-forties. Kalessi tilts her head on as she hovers over him staring at the top of his head instead of his eyes since he has of yet to prove himself. “Head Inquisitor Jarak Abel, I am here for a routine inspection, and because Anex’s in this area seem to be slipping your grasp. Why is that,” she leans down peering into his beady eyes gleaming with confusion.

He stands erect saluting her, “I am in control of the situation, Sir. Factories, and houses are raided daily, questioning has started soon we will place a reward, and the Anex will be found.” The factory whistle’s blow in sync to make a high pitch screeching of pure steam she hovers to the nearest factory ignoring him waiting for the workers to be released. They rush out almost like a mob to be lined up checked before allowed to leave the premise. Watching as the Enforce search them for stolen items having each individual searched at point blank range with a gun or with a whip ready as the people of Sector Two leave for home. Her gaze lingers over each subordinate when she directs her attention back to Jarak Abel who has found someone in possession of stealing equipment. Kalessi keeps her distance but in close enough range to hear Jarak yelling. Her scouter reads it is Ex- Military Sergeant Rhine Dross Dishonorable Discharge.

“You are stealing supplies only this time you're not in the military and its Enabler gauntlets. Where is the Anex, Rhine's?” He yells this for everyone to hear. Rhine towers over Jarak giving him a stern stare leaning down to his eye level unwavering as he says, “ Torture it out of me.”

Jarak’s face turns red as sweat runs down his face. Jarak gets ready to strike Rhine’s with his whip. You hear the sound of a crackle in the air as it makes contact. Only Rhine has caught the heated wire in his hand releasing the gauntlets as he pulls Jarak closer to him with brute force using the wire to do so. The crowd goes silent as the gauntlets fall to the ground scattering dust as it lands before a gunshot pierces Rhine’s flesh.