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James Kyo

A G.H.S.T. captain on a personal quest to leave his mark on the underbelly of Neo-Seoul as the final legacy of his family name.

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a character in “Neo-Noir”, as played by Chuckles

Description

"When I die, my name dies with me. What legacy will I leave? Neo-Seoul will not remember me, I am of little importance to it, but the criminal, the gang, the underbelly, they will remember. They will remember James Kyo, and what happened to them after they took my family from me."

ImageName: James Kyo
Aliases: Haraboji
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Date of Birth: December 1st, 2065
Place of Birth: Hawaii, pre Neo-Puna

Physical Description: A rather short man, James has a stern face and sturdy stance. His age shows heavily on him, gray hair and old eyes belie his physical ability, which, due to augmentation is that of a man much younger than his 52 years.
Augmentations: James has an extensive list of augmentations many due to injuries sustained in the force. His right arm is entirely cybernetic up to the neck, his knees have also been replaced. His ears have been augmented with automatic noise canceling as well as integrated vox capabilities allowing him to communicate with other G.H.S.T. operatives in even the loudest situations. His lungs have been replaced and are now cybernetic allowing for near immunity to smoke and airborne hazards. Stim integration allows for automated chemical responses to pain and fatigue, as well as adrenaline regulation.
Clothing: Typically wears his N.S.P.A. captains uniform, with a cloak over his cybernetic right arm.
Height: 170cm / 5'7"
Weight: 243 lbs
Hair Colour: Gray
Eye Colour: Brown

Current Address: 2113 Icho-ro, District 13
Occupation: Captain, G.H.S.T., N.S.P.A.
Pre-N.S.P.A. Biography: James Kyo was born before the Neo-Cities rose to prominence, before the Rebirth Project, during the long winter. His father was Korean, his mother Korean American, living on the island of Hawaii. His early years were spent in the rise of Neo-Puna before his father moved them to Neo-Seoul when he was 12, the same year they colonized the moon. At the time the Kyo family still held rights to land in what would become District 13, a modest farm capable of employing a small number of workers and sustaining a small community in the District. James' father, Chung-Hee, felt that it was their duty to support Neo-Seoul, the spiritual successor of their ancestral home. James didn't visit another district until he was 17, when he went with his Mother to visit family in Suwon. During his time there he managed to spend a couple of days district hopping with a cousin and her friend Sun-Mi . It was during this trip that James became interested in joining the N.S.P.A.

Quite a few trips between Suwon and Kumgang, and a little over a year later, James and Sung-Mi were married and James was enrolled in the N.S.P.A. Academy. The new family lived in Sokcho as James worked in the Department of Customs as a junior aid for a couple of years before he finally transferred to the Department of Patrol as an Officer, at which point they moved to Suwon in 2087. In 2089 Sung-Mi gave birth to Chung-Hee Kyo, James' father had passed away shortly after finding out they were expecting and the couple named their son in his honor. In 2091 they moved back to the Kumgang property.

In 2094 on a trip to Gangnam a gang burglary erupted into a shoot out in which Sung-Mi and Chung-Mee both were shot and died later due to complications and severity of wounds. James suffered several gunshot wounds in the event as well but none proved to be fatal. He contemplated an early retirement from the force, but by the end of his recovery he had shaken the thought in favor of dealing with his grief by visiting justice on the types of men who caused it. James joined G.H.S.T. upon gaining medical clearance.

James has performed admirably in his position with G.H.S.T., proving to be a tenacious and efficient operator for the division, as well as somewhat of a precedent setter. He was the one who first proposed auto canceling ear augmentation with integrated communications, and was an early field test for the integrated chemical stimulus augmentation. He lost his right arm in 2097 pulling multiple comrades out of the line of fire. His lungs were replaced after a drug lab explosion seared his biological lungs beyond repair. His knees were replaced in 2100 due to wear from the sheer stress he had put on them over the years. Now approaching his 23rd year with G.H.S.T. he has earned the nickname "Haraboji", a term used both in endearment to his age and experience as well as somewhat ironically in reference to his brutal, unforgiving nature in combat.

Personality profile: James has been described as a consummate professional, and a ruthless operator. He appreciates the simple life his Kumgang farm affords him in his off time, while living in a micro-apartment during his on call shifts and never having a word of complaint. He has compartmentalized his grief and memories into neat orderly boxes, and each one has a real world outlet, each one used to honor the memory of his wife and son. This has resulted in his somewhat dichotomic personality. Up to the moment the door is kicked down James is a by the book, honorable, strait laced officer of the law, during a raid he is a brutal machine, with little qualms for skirting the rules.

Unique Skills/Abilities: Extensive knowledge and experience in combat situations, brutally efficient cqb operative, willing to bend or even break the rules in certain situations while maintaining an impeccable 'face' and professionalism for the public eye.

So begins...

James Kyo's Story

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23:45
14 November, 2117
District 7


"So who's the old guy?" a young, fresh face asked quietly as the transport hummed along, "Here to pat us on the back for a job well done?"

Lee chuckled, "Careful kid, Haraboji has been kicking down doors longer than you've been alive. Will probably be kicking them down long after you're old and retired, if you make it thay far." the younger lieutenant scoffed. That old man couldn't possibly be a field operator.

"Haraboji, when did you transfer in?" Lee asked casually.

"94." the older man didn't raise his head, the younger stared blankly at him, the man really had been in G.H.S.T. longer than he had been alive. Two years longer.

The transport finally came to a stop, everyone stood in unison and filed out the rear hatch, picking up necessary gear from various racks along the way. A dark, dirty alley awaited them, a hand full of run down cars occupied the street, half the street lamps were out. Eight men crossed the street in file and approached an unassuming door. Multiple layers of paint were peeling off, but the lock was new, high end.

"Jin-Soo, do your thing." Lee directed and the younger lieutenant approached the door with a boxy looking device. Setting it over the lock the thing began whirring as the processors inside went to work determining the lock parameters. "It's alarmed, this'll take just a bit longer than anticipated." the younger explained.

"Nintey seconds." James announced, looking at his watch. His tone wasn't impatient, it was mater of fact, everyone needed to stay on time. A few seconds passed before a quite click announced that the device was finished. Jin-Soo pulled it away and Lee turned the handle slowly. The door swung open, no alarm.

"Sixty seconds."

Lee pressed into the now open stairwell and moved up quickly, rifle at the ready. Seven pairs of boots followed close behind, moving as much like one thing as eight individuals could.

One flight

Two flights

Three flights.

Second story.

Third story.

Forth story.

FIve, six, seven.

"Five seconds." James announced as they arrived at the next door. They could have made better time up the stairs, but they were still on schedule. Jin-Soo approached the door but a firm hand held him back. James pumped the action on what Jin-Soo thought must have been the oldest weapon he'd ever seen.

00:00:01
15 November, 2117


Silence.

It was always a little surreal when it first happened, the augmentation in their ears cut out all sound as the shotgun blast exploded in the closed stairwell. It took less than a moment for the sound to come back.

Lee donkey kicked the door and eight men moved into the room like water through a broken levy, James at the head, Lee taking up the rear, Jin-Soo somewhere in the middle. A combination of muzzle flashes and lasers lit up rooms as operatives cleared them, their ears constantly cycling in and out of protection as the older firearms went off, their inter squad chatter the only constant level.

"Left, clear."
"Clear."
"Hostile...neutralized."
"moving."
"Hostile down."
"Clear right."
"moving."

Jin-Soo was amazed watching James move through the building. He and the others were skilled, deadly, efficient, but seeing the old man, they weren't on his level. He moved with a little less caution, but more confidence, swift and precise to a level that, even at the head of such a well trained and augmented unit as this one was, stood out.

The older operator made the final hall, a single door between him and their target. Shoulder to the door, a crack as the latch snapped, James rolled in with his rifle up. A man stood in the middle of the room, hands raised. "Kim Sung." James growled.

"Sorry to disappoint you captain, looks like you will have to rely on your legal system once again." the man sneered, "As you can see, I am not a hostile target."

Kim Sung had been a step ahead of the N.S.P.A. for years, he had been arrested multiple times but each time charges never stuck, for what ever reason. The man ran a mid level gang pushing drugs and contraband weapons, they were the source of more than their fair share of violence in the district. James lowered his rifle and pulled a side arm from a holster in the small of his back.

"Tell me, have you ever seen one of these?" he asked casually, "M nineteen eleven, this one is over one hundred years old. It's been passed down in my family for generations, from my great great grandfather. He served in the Republic of Korea airforce." James reminisced as his biological hand moved over the weapon. "Steel, wood, lead. A fine weapon. You know the thing about a weapon this old? There is no fingerprint scanner. No geo location. No reports."

James raised the weapon towards a now visibly shaken Kim Sung. "You can't."

"I can't? I can. I won't even have to write a report. You will die as you should, with nothing to remember you by." James pulled the trigger.

01:13
15 November, 2117


The city was asleep. At least the parts of it that slept were. Downtown, Gangnam, Incheon, those districts were always awake. The neon lights of those districts cast a glow on the horizon. James stood in silence on the roof, gazing out at the hot spots around the city.

"We're wrapped up down stairs Haraboji." Lee approached him. "Ready to head home."

"94." James said quietly. "I've done this for twenty three years."

Lee came and stood next to him, "Long time." the two men stood side by side for a moment in silence. "Some of the guys say you'll live forever, kicking down doors."

"Sometimes I feel like I already have. I never asked to live forever, Neo-Seoul asked me to."

04:23
15 November, 2117
District 1


James opened the door to his micro apartment. A single room, shower to one side, small kitchen area to the other, a futon, a fold down table, and a desk with a monitor. The only other space was a small toilet closet. There was one window, on the ledge of which was a small house plant. Leaning down he picked up the various mail that had been delivered through the slot in the door, one piece catching his eye, a N.S.P.A. official use envelope. He pressed his thumb to the scanner to unsealed the package, scanning its contents quickly.

Summons...

Commissioner...

D.U.S.K...

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11:45
15 November, 2117
Kumgang Special en-route to Kumgang Station, District 13


Massive towers and glowing neon had gradually given way to Korea, a Korea that many people had forgotten even before the long winter, before the third war, before the reunification. As a result Kumgang had forgotten to advance with the rest of Neo-Seoul.

The bullet train coasted along silently, one of the few things in Kumgang that was on par technologically with the rest of the city. It raced along its track at near 700 km/h, reducing the nearest scenery to little more than a blur. James watched the distant mountains, the rolling hills, the vast openness that was Kumgang national park. He sighed heavily, there were billions of people in Neo-Seoul and the vast majority of them would never understand Korea like the people who lived in Kumgang. They understood Neo-Seoul, they even understood the Korea that existed leading up to the third war, maybe they knew about the history of that Korea, but they didn't understand it. The people of Kumgang understood old Korea because the lives they lived were closer to old Korea than Neo-Seoul.

James had taken this trip hundreds of times, the majority of his life had been lived in Kumgang. It was a stark contrast to the life he lived out of his micro apartment downtown. Here he was just Mr. Kyo, the man who's farm served as the cornerstone for a small community of a couple hundred people. Most of them had never been on the Kumgang Special. Mr. Kyo held a special place in his heart for these people and this place.

The train slowed as it approached Kumgang Station. Attendants made their final rounds of the sparsely populated cars as the final station announcement was made over intercom. It only took a handful of minutes for the train to come to a stop, the end of the line. Kumgang Station was like Kumgang, as far from the rest of Neo-Seoul as a place could be while still technically being a part of it. A visitor once commented that pulling into Kumgang Station gave him the distinct impression that he had somehow been placed on the wrong train in the wrong city in the wrong era. Where other stations had hint so far traditional Korean architecture, Kumgang had only hints of modern architecture, if one could even call it modern. Some of this was intentional of course, the national park was a fairly popular tourist attraction, with millions visiting every year as an escape from the city, and the district was happy to oblige them their escape. The fact was Kumgang Station, like the district it served, was older than most of Neo-Seoul and there was no great demand to update it.

James stepped out of the train with his single bag and made his way through a small crowd of vacationers. Approaching the service counter he bowed slightly to the clerk who nodded back and waved for James to continue on. Walking past a number of visitor counters and vacation brokers that had popped up around the station to accommodate the tourism market he finally arrived at the main street where a car was waiting on him.

"Good afternoon Won. I trust the drive over was uneventful?" he asked as the driver, a younger man in his mid twenties, came around to open his door. "Yes sir, the road was clear for the most part." James sat and let the man close his door. "Very well, lets get on the road while the weather is nice then."

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12:05PM
15 November, 2117
Kyo Estate, District 13


"Hello, Mr. Kyo. Nice day so far?" the question was more of a statement as a young girl, no more than 23 years old, greeted James as he stepped out of the car and into the driveway of the ever-peaceful Kyo Estate. Linh Hà Phan was of Vietnamese decent, her grandparents immigrating from Vietnam to Korea nearing the end of the Long Winter and finding work as humble farmhands. The Phan family had lived in Kumgang ever since, working under the Kyo Estate for several years. Linh had taken over the duties of the Kyo household when the old housekeeper, Ms. Kim, had retired a few years earlier. Unlike Ms. Kim, however, Linh had a tendency of chatting, "I hear winter hasn't hit the city yet. Can't say the same for out here, though."

The short girl took his bags from him, stumbling slightly at the weight. She flicked a brown hair away from her eyes and smiled up at him, "I'm afraid that's all the news I have from here in lonely Kumgang. All anyone talks about here is the weather," her obvious frustration at this fact was masked by her light tone of voice, "How was your trip? Do you need me to make any calls? Oh! Mr. Yoon came over a few days before. I told him you were in the city for work. He said you're always in the city for work," she sheepishly stifled a laugh, "Anyway, he was talking about some problems with his crops. Wanted to see if your farms were having the same issues."

Linh shrugged as they reached the entrance to the house. It was a beautiful, traditional Korean-style farm house, kept in pristine condition and modernized. She skillfully opened the door for him with both hands full, refusing to allow him to help and smacking his hand away any time he tried, "We took care of it of course. Just thought you'd might like to know. If you ask me he's..." her voice turned to a hush, "Losing his touch a bit. Don't tell him I said that. How are you, Mr. Kyo? Exhausted, I'm sure."

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The car pulled up to the house slowly, easing around a few cars parked on the estate line. The Kyo Estate had become something of an attraction in and of itself, and while the grounds were generally off limits to visitors it didn't stop them from driving by to have a look.

James didn't mind, it showed an appreciation for the old. His father had even made a number of their private fields open to the public, allowing the younger generations from the city to experience this type of life a little closer, it also helped bolster the economy of their small community.

As Won pulled the car to the front of the house he saw a young woman coming out to greet them. As he opened the door her pleasant voice waited for him.

"Fine day." he smiled, "Winter has come to the tops of the city, it may never find its way to the bottom. A shame." He took a turn around the property, there hadn't been a heavy snow but powder could still he seen in patches all around. Winter in Kumgang was cold and long, but something about it he enjoyed.

He ignored her comment about talking about the weather, knowing that if she decided to stay in Kumgang long enough the girl would find talking about the weather had become a favorite pastime. He allowed her to continue in her chatting, letting the questions go unanswered. Linh had managed the house for a few short years and had come along pretty quickly, she was no Ms. Kim, but she also lacked decades of experience on the elder house keeper. James enjoyed her chatting though, it brought a sense youth to the house. It was one of the reasons Linh had been chosen to the position, that and the fact that her family had worked around the estate longer than James, having come to Korea while his great uncle still managed the property.

"Don't be fooled, Mr. Yoon could yield a crop from a field of stones. He just enjoys his old age a little too much." James also knew that Mr. Yoon had found more excuses to visit the house while he was in the city since Linh had taken over for Ms. Kim, the elder having not been a young, attractive woman of foreign decent. "I could use a cup of tea." he paused for a moment, "Perhaps a game of Baduk, if I can find a worthy opponent." it was something of a challenge, Linh had been progressing nicely in the game.

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"You could always ask Mr. Yoon," Linh grinned, wiping her hands on her apron in habit, "I wont be a moment, Mr. Kyo."

A few short minutes and Linh was out of the kitchen, carefully carrying a tray of tea and an assortment of small snacks. She placed the tray down gently as James set up the game. When he had first shown her how to play she was really quite terrible. Every time he asked her to play she would feel the impending dread wash over her, gracefully accepting another defeat. Slowly but surely she had gotten better, but was still yet to defeat the more experienced man before her. Despite being a competitive sort Linh didn't mind losing so much anymore, simply enjoying the company and conversation that came along with it. She settled down on the opposite side of the table.

"How was work? Safer than last time, I hope." If it were anyone else asking that question it would be perhaps suspicious, but Linh was simply making conversation, never her intention to pry into his work or anything of the sort.

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James set the lined board out. Two bags of polished stones, one black one white, were set at each side of the table. The game had few rules, the most difficult part to learn was scoring, but the simplicity belied a deep complexity that few other games could rival.

They had played quite a few times since Linh had first learned the game, she hadn't learned enough to beat him yet, but she had become competent enough to be competitive in her losses. She came in and set the tea tray down on the edge of the table then took her seat opposite him.

"As safe as possible." he smiled, which meant not safe at all, outside of the office his job was never safe. But here, in his own home, a kettle of tea and a game of Baduk set before him, he could enjoy safety and forget the stresses of his G.H.S.T. work. He took a long slow sip of tea, closing his eyes as the hot liquid warmed his insides. Winter had come to Kumgang.

"You take the first turn."

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As the afternoon approached and the sun began to set early as it often did in the Winter, Linh sighed heavily and leaned back, accepting yet another defeat. She watched the older man carefully as he took his turn, not particularly because she knew she would win - they both knew that the game was too far gone for that - but out of force of habit. They finished every game they started, even if it was a complete loss on her end. She enjoyed the company quite genuinely. It was different here, in this house, compared to her family home. Linh loved her family of course, but she felt no judgement from James as she often did from her parents, no pressure or responsibility aside from her general work duties, which were simple, really.

Which was part of the reason why she hesitated for so long, trying to find words while she watched Mr. Kyo take his turn in Baduk carefully, "So..." Linh twisted her mouth in thought, "So Dad wants me to go to university. You know, in the city."

She looked up at him, trying to gage his reaction but continued when she got none, "What do you think?" A hesitated pause, "I mean, I love my life here, I love my job. I don't - I don't really feel the need to study or go to the city or anything. But I...I don't know. I ask you because, well, you live and work there most of the time. You know what it's like," she stared at him, "What it's truly like. The last time I visited inner Seoul was when I was fourteen, I don't think I'd survive there, honestly," a nervous laugh, "So I'm really not sure."

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James' hand lingered on the stone for a moment. It was no doubt the proper move, there was no question, one hundred out of one hundred players would make the move. This wasn't a questioning linger, it was the only reaction to Linh's news.

She continued on, clearly unsure of the situation.

"Study is good. Your father wants more than Kumgang for his daughter." James said, but there was little conviction in his voice. He had seen enough of the city to know how quickly it could crush a person who wasn't ready for that transition. Someone who didn't want to make that transition. Life in Kumgang wasn't easy, James wasn't naive, he was among the richest men in the province.

"Billions of people live comfortabe lives in the city, more so than anyone in Kumgang. My humble wealth would barely be noticed in Gangnam." he placed another stone, countering a rather well played move by his young opponent, "That was a fine move." he commented before returning his attention to her question. "This is old Korea. Neo-Seoul is not a better place, its mountains are taller, but it's chasms are many, and deep." a hand wrapped around the cup of tea, having been refilled a number of times already. "I can not council you to defy your father's wishes." His tone said quite the opposite.

"Though I would not enjoy finding a new Baduk apprentice. You've made remarkable progress." James let the slightest play across his lips. "A new house keeper might not be so bad."

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"Hmm, so you're saying I could go to the city and become fabulously wealthy or stay in Kumgang and annoy you with my bad housekeeping," Linh smirked, "I think I'll stay here, then."

Leaning her chin on her hand and scrutinizing the playing board with a careful gaze, Linh thought about what he said. She understood what his honest opinion was, even if he hadn't admitted it. Her life was good here, in Kumgang, she didn't want to ruin that. So with an air of finality she placed a stone - a decision made, both in the game and in her life.

"I'll tell Dad you said there's a ongoing crisis of young, Vietnamese girls becoming homeless in the city," she laughed to herself, "He'll listen to that. Maybe in a few years if I finally tire of losing to you in Baduk I'll think about it. You know, move to the city, join the police, annoy you there."

Linh sat back with a grin, "Seems like a good life plan."

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"You may not be lying." James replied to her suggestion of what she would tell her father. "My father often told me a man should never lie, but he did not tell me a man should always tell the truth."

He looked over the board, it had been a good game. There were a handful of moves that may have swayed the game in her favor, moves that even an advanced player such as himself may have missed. She really was becoming a fine player.

Her final move was a defiant territory grab, well placed but too little too late. An approving nod from James signaled that the game was done, there were only a few arbitrary moves to be made considering the number of stones each of them had remaining.

"I think in a few years you will find you grow less tired of losing to me because you will be losing to me much less often. Now, I believe I will retire to my room. Thank you, Linh, you played a fine game." with that James made his way to the solitude of his room.

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James leaned back in his chair, his gaze on a small paper crane that sat on his desk. He made one every year on his birthday. It wasn't very good, even if the design was easy enough. James had never taken up paper folding, except once a year.

He could still see the paper crane his son had given him on his birthday twenty four years ago. That one had been better than this one, Chung-Hee had spent his entire morning folding it, making it perfect. He had the biggest smile on his face when James had come home, proudly presenting his birthday gift with both hands out stretched. It was the last birthday gift James ever got from his son. He had made twenty three more since then, none of them were as perfect as the first one had been.

Looking at his watch he slid the crane into a small square box and tucked it away in his pocket, he would bring it to the apartment later. Filing away the last of his reports on the computer he turned the monitor off and slid the chair neatly under the desk.

This meeting had at least given him time to finish some outstanding office work he thought. He turned toward the elevator, passing Lee's desk on the way. "Off to meet with the commissioner Haraboji?" the man asked without looking up from his computer. "Yes, don't let the children get into trouble." James replied with a smile. Lee looked up, winked, and returned to his work. James knew the man had quite the backlog of reports to file, he'd be at that desk most of the shift.

The elevator whisked him upwards to the fortieth floor. James couldn't recall ever actually visiting this particular floor, not that it was a surprise, there were a number of floors he'd never been on. As the door opened to the reception area.

"Captain Kyo." the man at the desk acknowledged him, a key card slid across the desk, "room ten." James picked up the card curiously, wondering why they wouldn't simply update his existing credentials for access. "Thank you." he nodded slightly and continued toward the designated room.

Four people were already at the table, the commissioner not among them. He didn't recognize three of them, two of which were NSPA employees, he did recognize lieutenant Kardos however, who was saying something about a promotion as James entered the room.

"Lieutenant." he nodded towards the man, then looking at the others "Captain James Kyo." he introduced himself. "So this is the commissioners new D.U.S.K."

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Laszlo's smile disappeared as into the room James Kyo entered, the strange but affable foreigner's face turning to steel. "You're here?" Laszlo called, Meon noticing the man's changed demeanor to the new arrival. "...Interesting, interesting choices," The man mumbled.

Meon raised an eyebrow at the two. A history. The police were a infected nest of traitors all wanting and waiting to stab each other in the heart, that was a statement he could make with zero hyperbole. "Jong, Meon- private eye," Meon introduced with a casual bow of his hatted head.

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Another G.H.S.T officer and a Captain at that. The uneasiness increased.

"Investigator Park, Su-min," she offered with a polite nod to James, "So far. I think there are more on their way."

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"Agent," A voice called from the elevator a moment later. Form beside Taku's Commissioner DIkshil emerged, flowing black robes, almost trench-coat, almost fashion. In the N.S.P.A. it was hard to tell. Dikshil marched forward, handing Taku a keycard as she walked and talked. "Taku this is an experiment, a very dangerous experiment, and you know why it has to be," Dikshil muttered as she marched passed the reception, into the lounge of the fortieth floor. "I know you think of this as a demotion," Dikshil responded, turning to Taku as they approached the door. "But play your cards right... and D.U.S.K. may be something we've never before seen." Dikshil blinked at the Japanese man. He'd been a top agent when she was Director of S.I.L.O., and despite his heritage being a troubling subject, they'd grown close in their times with the department. "It could be justice. Real justice." Dikshil placed a brown hand on Taku's shoulder before turning to the room, ready to enter.

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"Well, all present but one, better than I expected," A commanding voice called into the room. Jong glanced up to see Commissioner Dikshil enter, the rich but worn Indian face he'd seen on the news so many times. Behind her a japanese man, black outfitted. Maybe a lawyer?

"Commissioner," Laszlo stuttered, raising suddenly.

"At ease, Lieutenant," Dikshil dismissed as she moved to the end of the table. From her side she pulled out several holopads and lay them across the table. "Signatures," Dikshil commanded. "For the information you are about to receive will not leave this room."

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Amen slowly slid his feet off of the other chair, scooting up to the table to grab one of the holopads. "Before I sign, can I ask what kinda information is so secretive that we need to keep our mouths shut about it?"

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"Sign the N.D.A. and you'll find out," Dikshil replied, her gaze like stone. "It involves D.U.S.K. Past and future."

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"Wasn't an answer..." Amen sighed, distrust oozing off his gaze, but he signed the damn thing anyway. Not like he could say no to a what amounted to a promotion out of nowhere.

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James rose in the same fashion Laszlo did, neither of them getting fully upright before the Commissioner dismissed them to be at ease. He noted the lack of similar response from some of the others, not ones for formality, or unaware of the etiquette. It made him wonder just what kind of unit this was going to be.

The man behind her wore a fitted suit, not standard issue attire, but James had seen him in the building before, a S.I.L.O. agent of some sort. That was almost every department of the agency represented and a civilian. He recalled Laszlo's comment, interesting choices.

James picked up the holopad and scanned the agreement quickly before signing it. He had signed hundreds over the years, in the workings of G.H.S.T. there were more than a few projects that were classified to various levels. This agreement was standard fare, though it was certainly among the highest rated classifications he'd signed.

The patrol officer was clearly not comfortable with the situation. "I imagine we will have many more questions than answers before long." James said matter of factly.

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"That's reassuring..." Amen replied sarcastically. He seemed to mentally debate adding something else, scratching his chin before deciding to speak his mind. "You and uh, fuckin' motor mouth over there.. " Amen pointed his thumb over at Lazlo. "Y'all are G.H.S.T, right? Matter of fact, you said you're a captain, right?" Amen asked, leaning back in his seat with an amused, slightly mocking grin in his face.

Amen had heard of G.H.S.T before he's ever stepped foot in Neo-Seoul. They had quite the...reputation. You fuck with the law and are stupid about itin most of Neo-Seoul, you take a risk of facing one of the harshest judicial systems in the world. You can manipulate it if you're rich or have the right friends in the right places...line the right amount of pockets with just the right amount of sheets. It's difficult to manage but if you do....you always have an escape.

You fuck with the law and get the attention of G.H.S.T? All you risk is your fuckin' life. Sure, other Neo-Cities had an equivalent, but....nothing like this. Amen wasn't particularly a fan.

"You gonna be able to adjust?" Amen asked. "I don't know what the full duties of D.U.S.K will be but I don't think we're doing some 'bust in the room, shoot motherfuckers immediately in the face type shit' like you're used to...."

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Su-min raised an eyebrow at Amen but said nothing, instead signing the holopad promptly and leaning back in her seat.

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"It seems to be Officer De Silva you're not quite aware of what D.U.S.K. is. Indeed, I will assume none of you do," Dikshil responded as the pads were signed across the table. The woman rose tall, a commanding face of stone over the six in the room. She snapped her fingers and suddenly shaders moved down across the glass walls of the office, engulfing them in black and cutting off the prying eyes of the others occupying the fortieth floor.

Dikshil reached forward, pressing down on the table, where a warm orange light began to glow, illuminating the faces of those present. "I've lived in Neo-Seoul all my life. It's a marvel that out of such ruin... such majesty can be birthed. And it's all due to systems. Systems regulating everything, including us. Including the N.S.P.A. Crime is low where it needs to be, our detectives at desk and out patrol officers doing their job, SILO and GHST filling in when they don't."

Dikshil leaned in, the orange hue illuminating her face from below.. "All of you have worked with the underside of this city to some extent, so you realize that, in general, criminals are not very smart. Passion, poor planning, instability, overconfidence all lead to their misguided actions- and by and large our system is so perfected we see them all, every single pick-pocketing to stabbing in this city, and decide which are and which are not worth perusing." An orange glint on her brown eyes Dikshil paused. The faces lining the table still listening intently. "But what happens when we have a real mystery on our hands? A crime the system cannot solve, yet is too big to be ignored?"

Suddenly an orange hologram raised from the table, a-middle aged man, slightly puffy face, unassuming but sinister looking. "Neuk Dae," Dikshil said, introducing the floating 3D head to the assembled team. "The Wolfman of Guri. Would kill his victims, eat their livers, and leave them disfigured for the police to find. Never any witnesses. Never any sight of him on camera." Dikshil swallowed. "He was like a ghost... nothing about him existed until a new body was found. He avoided everything, every system in place. That is why D.U.S.K. was created. To work outside the system, to do what the machine could not."

"That was one hell of a case," Jong frowned, remembering the headlines. The Wolfman of Guri had terrorized the city for weeks. It seemed every other day a new corpse had been found. Fifteen, twenty years ago maybe.

"That is how they began, capturing the wolfman when all others failed, by going around the systems we had in place," Dikshil swallowed. "And also how they met their end. D.U.S.K. was small, had the resources of the N.S.P.A., but did not adhere to any of the systems in place. To any of the rules the N.S.P.A. abides by. They became more and more daring, more and more self-regulating... until they got themselves killed."

As Neuk Dae's holographic image disappeared the light in the room began to return, the window shaders raising again. "That is why I, Police Commissioner DIkshil, have handpicked you all... for a new D.U.S.K., a responsible D.U.S.K., a regulated D.U.S.K. G.H.S.T. Captain Kardos will be here to both aid and regulate you if you cannot regulate yourselves," She added, putting a hand toward Laszlo who sat beside her, arms folded. Dikshil turned her gaze back towards the assembled group. "I have been watching you all very carefully... over the past few months. I believe you can succeed where the old D.U.S.K. failed. I believe you can fix the cracks in the system without breaking the system entirely."

Dikshil gave a stern smile. "I want you to be my D.U.S.K. Inspectors. You can refuse if you'd like, go back to your lives, knowing that the information in this room stays in this room." She paused. "Or you can accept."

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Camilla sighed as she parked her volocycle in the N.S.P.A's car port and strentched at the sight of the massive building. She chewed on her inner cheek. She was late, obnoxiously late, but she wasn't sure about this, at all. She decided though, finally that this would serve two purposes, give her access to terabytes of data on Axel as well as provide a steady enough income to truly care for Su-Yeoung.

She cracked her neck, her hair left down in wild spirls, bouncing around her shoulders as she did so and made her way into the building and the elevator.

As she travelled to the fortieth floor, she examined herself in the polished metal. She was dressed in her typical attire, a skin tight black body armor, that looked like a designer cat suit. She wore a white designer half hoodie over her chest with short sleeves, that gave her a street fashion look as opposed to a bounty hunter, she wore thigh high athletic shoes, and a loose black belt that Su-Yeoung liked to call her 'Utility Belt,' with all the pouches that hung around her shapely waist. She told the little girl she was never letting her read another comic again, but that was a lie and they both knew it.


The elevator door opened and she approached another desk, the receptionist was male, so she smiled her almost signature kiss you, kill you grin as she leaned against the large desk. Before she could speak, he handed her a keycard. "Room 10," And that was it. Camilla sat up, took the card with a pout and made her way to he room.

Suddenly, nerves hit her like an automatruck. She was about to go legit, no more bounties, no more free reign. Would she have to wear a uniform? By the Maker she hoped not, her outfits were distracting but that was the point, it worked, it allowed her to break almost any guard. It was what the whipmistress at the Home taught her. Distract, Pretend to sumbit, only to dominate. She shook her nerves.
"Fear cuts deeper" She told herself as she had been telling her for years. Fear makes everything worse then it actually is. She approached the door.

She swiped the keycard through the keypad and stepped through the door.
It turns out, she was late and clearly noot the only one. She scanned the occupants. Two women, who looked to need a serious fashion overhaul, one was Korean with glasses, she held holopad and the other, she guessed Korean and something that gave her a darker shade. She seemed to be in charge but her aura. Speaking of a darker shade, there was a dark skinned man, handsome enough, as well as a two other men, one Japanese if she had to guess with a serious aura about him and the other, Korean maybe, the complete opposite. She then noticed a Japanese man that didn't seem quite right. She ingored all of this and walked into the room like it belonged to her. She smiled dangerously. "So," She pulled the enevlope, no wrinkled to all hell, from her pouch and held it up. "Which of you, stalkers sent this to me, and offered me a job?"

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Meon Jong rose an eyebrow at Dikshil's offer, biting his lip. He was small, but small on the outside. Being small in the inside meant crawling into a web he could not again easily escape. Neo-Seoul, the NSPA, the systems Dikshil so proudly flaunted- they were prisons. They were your life. He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the door flew open, a young woman entering. The elderly dick's eyes wandered down her outfit for a moment before glancing up to her face again. She wasn't from here, that was for sure.

"That would be me, dear," Dikshil called to Camilla as she entered. "Meet Camilla Janye, she's done contract work for the N.S.P.A. before. She has a history with apprehending criminals." Casually from his chair Laszlo swung over a holopad for Camilla to sign. "And the job, if you choose to accept it, would be to work in a new department of the N.S.P.A. One designed to solve the crimes our other systems cannot." Dikshil stared at the woman. "I brought you all here to offer you a position in D.U.S.K."

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"So we would move to D.U.S.K permanently?" Su-min asked with a slight frown, blatantly ignoring Camilla and her entrance, "Not still working in our own departments alongside? I'm not sure if I can balance the work load, if that's the case."

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"No, whatever positions you previously had, as well as your salaries and benefits, would be wiped and replaced with those more fitting to your new ranks," Dikshil responded, trying to give her toothy equivalent of a smile. "You'd be the only officers of an all new police department. That's a full time job if I've ever heard of one."