Days of the Storm » Places

         The commissioner was deep in thought two days later. He was stressed at how someone could actually through such highly trained guards out the window like they were nothing. he knew little more than the public, being the spokesperson, and not the investigator. He tryed to calm himself by looking at a picture of a woman, as he had done many a time before. she was much younger than he, and did not have his looks to be his daughter.
He was suddenly interupted by his ephone, his wife had sent a text; "I know. I'm not going to let myself get hurt by you anymore. i am taking the kids to my parents house until you get your act together."
"Damn it! I am going to kill that bitch!" he raged.
"NO YOU WON'T!" boomed a deep, horrifying voice. then a powerful gust thrusted from a dark corner of his small office, ripping up everything and driving it through the glass paneling. The commissioner went with his office, tumbling 20 stories onto the metropolitan sidewalk. Back up in the office, a message appeared again: "THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. TO FIGHT A STORM IS TO THROW YOURSELF INTO THE WIND. AND HOW WEAK ARE YOU WHEN YOUR LEADER ACTS LIKE A CHILD WITH HIS MARRIAGE?"

         Vinia flipped through the television channels. She was still in her scrubs from work earlier that day, and was already nodding of. However, when a certain news cast came on, she perked up.

"REPENT AND SURVIVE! This act of violence will not be forgotten, and suspects will be treated as terrorists under the Patriot Act."

"Patriot Act, that's a bit unsettling...." She murmured to herself. Standing, she walked over to the telephone. She kept a home phone and a cell. Quickly, she unplugged the wall phone and switched off her cell, slipping it into the drawer in front of her. If the government was actually coming out about the Patriot act, things were serious. Not to mention the fact that suspects were being treated as terrorists - whatever happened to 'innocent until proven guilty'? If the government was treating this like some kind of emergency, the smart people would to...

Walking into her room, she changed out of her scrubs and into something not quite as attention drawing as the uniform. In a few moments she was grabbing her keys and coat and walking out the door. Before she started all-out channeling her admittedly paranoid self, she needed to get more information on what was happening. The only question was where.