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Windy City Awakening, Part 1

Posted on Sat Jun 17th, 2017 @ 4:23am by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Freshman Bethany Davies & Civilian Talia Cervanek & Unawakened Edward (Xander) Carlisle IV & Civilian Cecily Carlisle & Civilian Jonathon Harrison

Mission: Pre-Awakening
Location: Just Outside of Chicago, Illinois
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 15 January 2012

Vincent Zajic grunted and jerked awake, his body finally responding. He let out a string of curses in Czech before he exclaimed, “Son of a bitch!”

“Easy, boss,” one of his men said, pushing him back down on the bed. He placed an ice pack on the bed. Zajic looked down to see his muscled chest was just one massive bruise.

“You have a cracked rib, but no real damage. The bullets didn’t penetrate.” He looked up to see his personal doctor standing with a worried Candy -- no, Brandi.

“Didn’t penetrate?” Vincent asked with confusion, his mind still a bit groggy.

“They weren’t real bullets, boss,” his head of security said.

“Some kind of gel bullet with a powerful topical anesthetic,” the doctor explained. “It broke your skin a bit and got into your bloodstream, as well, but there was nothing except the blunt trauma of the bullet’s impact. You should be fine now. Drink a lot of water, try not to move too much until that rib heals. I will be back tomorrow to check on you. Keep it iced so the swelling goes down.”

Zajic nodded numbly, and the doctor left.

Brandi hurried over. “Oh, honey!” she gushed. “Can I get you anything?”

“Get out,” Zajic breathed.

“What?”

“I said get out!” Vincent bellowed, backhanding the blonde with his meaty hand and setting her reeling away. His head of security caught her and ushered her out.

“What do you want to do, boss?” the man asked after he closed the door.

“Kill them,” Zajic said. “Fuck Neville Carlisle. Fuck Rupert Gravelines. I want those two punk kids dead. I want that bitch dead that beat up your men.” He glowered angrily at his security chief. “And I want that bastard Jon Harrison dead.” He paused. “Bring the blonde teen to me. I want to fuck her until she screams, and then we’ll sell her to the Emir. He likes them young, blonde, and silent. And bring me my daughter. It’s about time she went to her mother.”

His head of security nodded. “How will we find them, boss?”

“Talia’s phone,” Vincent said. “I had a tracking chip put in it. You should be able to track the signal to wherever they are.”

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll get right on it.”

When his security chief had left, Zajic cursed again and rubbed his chest. “Fucking whores.”

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“Syn, we have a potential situation in Chicago,” OG reported, her voice coming over the hidden speakers in the headmistress’ suite.

The diminutive dragon lady sighed and set down her glass, giving Dyami an arched eyebrow. They were in the middle of one of their rare private moments, and she chuckled. “Duty calls, I suppose. What’s the problem, OG? Don’t tell me that Bethany has managed to burn something down.” It was meant to be a joke, but that was a real possibility, especially considering that was her last reported location.

“No, this has something to do with some very strange weather patterns,” OG replied, then lit up the wall unit in her living room with what appeared to be a set of meteorological data, along with a satellite overlay. “While Chicago is known as the windy city, these patterns have shown up on no recent predictive models. The storms aren’t expected, and they’re getting increasingly worse.”

“Are you thinking that this is an awakening, or a rogue? Do we have any kind of location on a possible epicenter?” Syn asked, looking over the data that really meant little to her. She was well versed on a number of things, weather included, but it wasn’t exactly her specialty.

“It could be either. And not yet. So far, it almost looks like it’s creating a wide moving front. It has the potential of creating a very powerful unnatural blizzard, though.”

“Well, we may as well get into the air and try to beat it,” Syn said, looking at Dyami. “Unnatural storms and Bethany running loose. This could be interesting. Care to join us?” she asked, then downed the last of her plum wine as she rose from the overstuffed pillow that she was sitting on.

“This was not the way I expected to be spending our time, but I would not want to miss this. You know how I love the unknown.” Dyami rose and pulled back his long black hair with a leather cord. “Apparently those two stir up trouble wherever they go. All things work out for the best, I suppose. We will have to continue this another time.” Pulling his shirt over his strong, chiseled chest, he began moving to the door. Opening it, he waited for Syn to pass through, giving her a light slap on her rear as she did.

TBC

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Absynthe “Syn” Drake
Wyrmwood
Headmistress, Townsend Academy

Dyami Bentley
Talon
Mutant Underground

Vincent Zajic
Czech Mob Boss
NPC Xander Carlisle

 

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