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[[span class="time"]] 4:56 [[/span]]
Another beautiful evening in the city. Well //cities// to be exact.

New York City. NYC. The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps.

Even now he could hear the honking, the screams, the laughs, the joy. Of course it had its problems but its magnificence drowned them out.

"Well look who it is. Looks like Mr. Hotshot here is too busy for us poor lonely security guards!"

He grinned. Ryker was always a masterful joker. Probably the reason why he was assigned as chief of site security.

"Cool it. I've only been Level 3 for a week, surprised I'm not dead yet."

He was poached by the Foundation three weeks after graduating from Purdue. Not top of his class but high enough to get their interest. Where he came short in his academic career, he more than made up for his creativity. Turns out when you're dealing with anart, being creative is a huge upside. //Big Shocker.//

"Well if you do I'll make sure to tell the misses."

"See you in the morning Ryker!"

"Only if I'm not dead!"

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[[span class="time"]] 5:11 [[/span]]

The sunset gleamed and bounced across the skyscrapers to where he stood.

It was fortunate he was placed here right in the dead center of the city, Manhattan. From the outside it looked like a vacant apartment building, old grimy windows, crumbling walls, and lots of scaffolding right by the entrance. Site-28 was a masterpiece of deception, not even the UIU knew where it was, only that it existed.

He walked south toward Spring Street, the closest place where he could catch the subway. For all the millions that were poured into the MTA, the place still looked like a shithole. In the corner of his eye he spotted some police officers harassing what looked to be a homeless teen. The poor girl looked terrified. Probably a new one, just kicked to the curb. Rent was getting higher and higher, thank god the Foundation paid its people well.

He looked away from the girl. He couldn't help even if he wanted to; the UIU might trace him back to Site-28, and he preferred to keep his job. He hopped aboard the E train. It was one of the nicer trains that the city kept. Hope that girl caught a break.

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[[span class="time"]] 6:01 [[/span]]

He got off by Roosevelt. Queens was one of quieter areas of the city, only by comparison though. His wife worked nearby in one of the big hotels in the city. He couldn't remember the brand but was still immensely proud of her. She was manager and with her ambition he knew he would see her soar one day.

He strolled right into the lobby and sat on the green couch by the corner. It was a habit they made. He would take the Sub and walk to her place before they both drove home together.

"Excuse me stranger but you're gonna have to pay for looking that handsome."

He looked up from his phone. She had this flirtatious smile glued to her face. She was teasing him and she knew it. God, she was stunning.

He replied just as smugly, "Really? Then you should really see my wife. Have you seen her? She’s blond, stunning, weirdly into ‘How to Train Your Dragon.’ "

"How could you not?!"

"You want takeout? I'm thinking Chinese."

"No! Japanese!"

"Come on! We've had Japanese three times this week!"

"Nope! I need comfort food."

He chuckled. His wife looked too lovable when she was stubborn and he always gave in.

"Fine, but no sushi!"

"Deal!"

He looked back and the flashing sign stared back.

"Hilton - Splendor Impassivity"

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[[span class="time"]] 7:19 [[/span]]

He pressed the dial button. It rings for a few seconds. Someone picks up.

"Hello?"

An overly cheery voice answered. Figures.

"Hello. You have reached Smart City Properties! How can we help?"

"I'm looking for a location."

"Okay, where are you looking?"

"Manhattan, NYC."

"I'm sorry we don't have any properties in Manhattan. I can give you names of other companies that might, would you like that?"

"Omega Charlie 334 Hecate 37"

He waits for a few seconds. Did they hang up?

"Standby."

Her cheery voice is gone. It seems clinical, almost hateful now.

"Does the Black Moon howl?"

"Only when eternal night begins."

"Confirmed. What do you need, agent McKay?"

"Sending over some info now. Give it to the Site Director, I will be awaiting her response."

Click.

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[[span class="time"]] 8:24 [[/span]]

"Japanese followed by ice cream. Not the greatest decision-maker are you?"

"Shut up. It's my life, and I'll live it the way I want."

"Not when I'll be paying for it."

She looked back at him. Even now he loved her for all her little quirks. Did she even deserve this? After all she's done? All the blood on her hands, the families she'd broken, the betrayal and heartbreak she's caused. And here she was eating a tub of mint ice cream with a man that would do whatever it took to make her happy.

It was never really a choice though. It was her family legacy stretching back to her great-grandparents who were part of the original defectors. She was told from birth of what she would become, what she could do, what she had to stomach. It was better to leave all those thoughts at work, right now she was content.

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[[span class="time"]] 8:43 [[/span]]

"Splendor Impassivity?"

"It seems so. One of our agents in the UIU relayed this information to us. He requests orders on how to approach it."

"So what do we know about whatever the hell it is?"

"As you know, Backdoor SoHo is one of the few places the UIU has a large presence."

Director ███████ only nods along.

"After a few raids, they've discovered remnants of machinery standard for the Chaos Insurgency."

"This isn't exactly news Ryker. We've known the Chaos Insurgency to be operating here for the last few decades. They're trouble but they never really posed a threat here."

"Until now. This intel suggests this 'Splendor Impassivity' program is responsible for the huge increase in the Insurgency's budget and it's only growing. My gut tells me there’s something larger at play here."

"And we don't have any leads?"

"No. We don't have a single name to go off of."

Director ███████ leans back in her chair.

"Okay. Let the UIU handle this. I'm guessing it's some kind of human tracking program. Give them a tip to point them in the right direction. With enough time they may find the facility on their own. Notify our agents in MC&D, hopefully they can grab something."

"Understood. Good night."

Director ███████ suddenly stands up.

"Ryker! Where's Dr. Price? He's supposed to hand over those reports to me today."

Ryker stops and looks backward.

"Oh Keith? He's at home with his wife. I think he left those reports on his desk."

Director ███████ glares at Ryker for a minute before softening.

"Thank you. Have a good night Ryker."

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