Snippet #2621560

The dingy station was like rancid garbage as trains ran in and out of the station, "It figures this would be the first post." Haeron grumbled underneath his mask.
"Come on, Brimley." Crosby laughed to himself, "We all got to pay our dues. We'll be up north in the residence district before you know it, that's where the action is. And until then, we have to be ready to get our names on whose ever lips our names need to be on, in order to get out of this shit job. Seriously, the chicks love the guards up in the residence district."
Haeron's grip was tight on his light rifle, he was nervous, it was a pure marvel how calm Crosby was at all times. He was grateful that they had met the first day of recruitment training, it was grounding to see someone never flinch when it came to carrying out their duties. The billows of steam gathered in the tunnel, warm and wet it made any person want to throw up and die, but this was their new home, their new post and it was the first test in the Guardian ranks. Survive the putrid sewer rat infested tunnels of the Complex entrances, get out of said putrid sewer rat infested tunnels of the Complex.
"I mean, this is not the worst... it's up there, but this is not Commander Greeley's Gardens by any means." Haeron chortled.
"Greeley's Gardens were more attractive than his daughters." Crosby snarked as they laughed with each other. "Wait a minute." Crosby head became on a swivel as he held up his hand. Haeron stood with his vision tunneled through the scope on his stock. "Did you see that?" The field of vision displayed inside the visor of their helmets was designed to detect frequency changes, temperature changes, electromagnetic changes, barometric changes, the slightest change in the atmosphere that could detect the use of Magyk, would set the sensors off and the guards had to use their discretion to take the next course of action.
"I saw it, Cros, who was it?" Haeron moved his eyes from one person to the next.
"Hold it!" Crosby barked into the busy platform as the people froze in place. "Not one of you fucking move...."
Haeron stood behind his brother in arms as he stared down the group of people. "Cros, don't do anything crazy. They are people, man."
"Nah, man... they're not. They are a bunch of freaks. Who sparked? What kind of magyk are you using? Put your hands up." Crosby flailed his gun wildly at multiple people as his voice rose more and more. He was coming unhinged, Haeron had never seen his buddy so worked up before. "We keep them under control before they turn on us. That's our priority, above anything else." Crosby was breathing heavy as his steel fingers wrapped around the trigger.