Abnormal: Teasers

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Abnormal Origins: Thief's Gambit

Katherine positioned herself across the glass palace of the Horizon Club, a place where the rich, the powerful, the high and mighty of Eirene sat around drinking expensive wine, eating fancy cheese while bitching about how hard their lives are. She waved her hand over her left wrist, her blue holographic keyboard of her User Interface ignited, brightening half her face. Katherine tapped a few keys, launching her drone from her pack, she sent it in to scan the inhabitants of the club. It scanned ten individuals, highlighting them, six red, one orange, and three green. The red were guards, each armed with at least a side arm. The green were innocent employees, just doing their jobs, putting up with the manchildren, and the orange was her target, surrounded by guards.

Katherine considered her options, sniper; she could just shoot Gate, but doing that would probably send all the guards after her. Brute force; she could try charging in, guns blazing, but that would probably get her killed, and Gate would more than likely lock himself in his panic room. Lastly, a choice she didn't want to use, was to send her drone in, and hitting the trigger, causing it to explode, killing everyone in the room, including the innocents. She grimaced, it was truly a pick your poison scenario, either they give chase, she gets her ass kicked, or she has innocent blood on her hands.

Katherine sighed, she chose her sniper rifle from her inventory, drew her hood over her head, and typed a few more keys on her UI, her mask atomized over the top half of her face, the eyes lit up bright blue, hiding them, and a black mesh went over her mouth, a digital editor disguised her voice, making it deeper, in case anyone heard her. Katherine set up her rifle on the balcony, lining up the shot with Gate's head. She was hired a week prior by a man who only went by Mr. Red, to kill Gate, claiming he was a nuisance to his political campaign. She didn't question it, she took the money up front, and spent the following four days studying Gate's moves, trying to decide the best way to kill him. A day prior she learned from one of Gate's employees, that he'd be at the Horizon Club tonight. She placed her finger on the trigger, held her breath, and pulled. The bullet soared through the air, smashing right through the glass, into his skull, painting the wall behind him with his brain matter.

Wasting no time, she folded her gun, and made her way down the fire escape, dialing Mr. Red. "It's done."

"And your bonus has been transferred, Ms. Fox." 

Documentary

Serah Lexicon

Head of Overseer Operations 1887 - Present

Head of Overseer Investigative Branch 1885 - 1886

Serah glared into the camera set up in front of her, capturing her every move, red light blinking rapidly. The interviewer rolled his finger, waiting for her to start talking. She sighed, tapped her cigarette out in the ash tray, and gestured to the photo wall behind her, tapping one in particular. A young man in his late teens, dark brown shoulder length hair, a cigar in his mouth, a gleeful smile on his face as he stood around his fellow brothers in arms, a lush forest behind him.

"Troy Pistós..." She finally began "Born in Gaia, to Nolan and Emily. His mother was a nurse, his father, a weapons designer for Hephaestus Industries. He worked there for twenty years, getting up at three AM every morning, smoked a cigarette and went to work. Didn't come home till the sun went down. Troy watched his old man do this every day for fifteen years, decided he didn't want that life, signed up to be an Overseer. Within six months, he was in boot camp, destroying everyone in his path. Fortunately for him, or...unfortunately, depending on who you talk to; The Spartans declared a... War of independence." She rolled her eyes at the statement, muttering under her breath "Fucking savages. "Troy was in the third or fourth battalion shipped out to Sparta. There, he killed seventy-eight combatants. After the war, he moved to Athens and became an investigator for the Athens Police Department. There, he helped solve the Pleonektés case, got the entire family put away. In the excitement, I guess, he got a girl, named Laura I think..." She paused, peered down at her desk in sadness "That is except Giovanni, who put a hit out on Troy, the only member of the force who publicly announced their involvement in the case. The assassin in question, Barbary broke into Troy's house in the night and killed his wife, and ran before he got home." She looked into the camera, slapped a photo of Troy from 1884, the hair on his temples were gray, his eyes that were full of life in the former photo were empty, void. "He used his resources to track down Barbary." She elicited a light chuckle "When we found the body, it took us six weeks to identify who it was-" She cleared her throat-"He left the force not too long after, rejoined the Overseers over here in Gaia. When a Private Investigative branch opened, he was the second person to volunteer under me. He was a fine worker, great work ethic..introverted though. Only talked to people when he needed evidence, or help on a case. It uh..it wasn't until the Gryffion case that he said more than two words to me."

Serah opened a cabinet in her desk, withdrawing a rather large folder, and placed in on the desk. It was large as a novel, had bright red [CAUTION] tape wrapped around it. She glared at the interviewer, then stared into the camera, allowing them to take in the image. "And now... we have Katherine Thárros."

"Katherine first appeared on our radar in 1883, came off an immigration boat from Hades under the name... Harleen Jade. She was arrested within six weeks for preventing a robbery. Now, you might be thinking, 'why would she be arrested?' Well. She broke the guy's arm in four places, shattered his nose, and left him in a pool of piss n' blood. We let her off with a warning, told her not to do it again, yada-yada. Well, low and behold, we had to book her for vigilantism when we caught her breaking into a drug ring. This time, we told her if we caught her again, she'd be going away for a long time. It wasn't until oh...1890 we figured out this Harleen and Katherine were the same person. Truly we were idiots back then, but I digress. We didn't hear anything from her, we assumed she was just some young kid working out anger through...her own form of justice, and what we said finally got through to her." She paused, putting a photo of The White Fox, an infamous vigilante from the 60's. "It was about four months after we dealt with Harleen that the White Fox started hitting criminals around Athens. A year after The Fox showed up, it started hitting the Gryffion family." She smiled, "It was when she showed up, that the Gryffions started to crumble."