Thread: Making Our Own Justice (Athene & Razgriz)

Selena Winter Over the years, twenty-eight year old cop Selena Winter had learned the hard ways just how accurate some of the old proverbs could be. One in particular was history really did have a crappy way of threatening to repeat itself, it not succeed in doing exactly just that. But the other - and the main saying that assisted her in choosing which way of life to waltz down - was people often find it easier to see the negative sides of people as opposed to the positive ones. The day was September 26, 1998, and - thankfully - a lot of the immediate focus revolved around the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky scandal. Such an odd country, she mused, allowing her blue eyes to quickly read the headlines of the local newspaper. All courtesy of her phone, as it did have access to the internet like most cellular devices tended to nowadays possess. Freedom is supposed to be a big deal here. And yet, it feels like the worst double-edged blade here something that can work for you as easily as it can against you. Then again, it wasn't like she couldn't say the same thought applied to her. After all, she muttered, You're now here instead of home because of your own curse. Only the closest people, which were thus namely some co-workers plus her boss, knew Selena had been born and moved from Salzburg, Austria. Luckily, many of her comrades didn't care, remember, or both that it had been the home country of one of the worst people to ever be born Adolf Hitler. A lot of Americans got his heritage mixed up, believing he had been born in Germany instead of Austria. Those whose memories hadn't failed them, however, made no effort to try to give Selena as much hell as possible once they found out she came from the very same nation. Naturally, Nazi was the most common insult hurled over at her. But the word itself wasn't what made being called that very term painful. It was that they were partially correct. She herself hadn't been. But her father had been. And if that wasn't bad enough, he willingly joined the Third Reicht rather than being part of the 90 who were threatened or somehow coerced into joining. For Selena, it was the worst and most shameful part of her past. Something she would never be ever to forget, no matter how hard she tried. And at the same time, that had been her inspiration. Why she became a cop for the capitol of the United States. Only during the day, mind you. But no one needed to know or care about her night lifestyle. Miss Winter! Are you zoning out again?! ... Okay. Scratch that they can notice and sorta care. Just not know, she mentally noted, jumping and blushing as she was called out on. Sorry, sir, Selena murmured, hastily pocketing her cell phone away. No explanation on what she had been caught doing was needed she knew damn well, and she knew much better than to act ten years younger than her actual age. Selena had no one but herself to blame. You're really lucky you're one of our best cops, ya know? Now pay attention, because I'm not repeating myself again. The man in question shot another irked glare at Selena before clearing his throat and proceeding to resume - restart, technically - his lecture. You all will be split to investigate the numerous missing women who have, as of late, been up and missing. We suspect this is due to a prostitution ring emerging. In order to gain new members, they're probably being dragged into it, blackmailed, something of the like. Do not - I repeat, do not - injure any of these women, should you find them. They must be protected at all costs, especially if they have been manipulated or brainwashed into helping their captors out like we're thinking. Is that clear?! A simultaneous cry of Yes sir!s rang throughout the air, including from Selena herself. Good! The operation begins at 2200 sharp! I expect to see you all there! Until then, you are dismissed! A still slightly flushed Selena offered her superior a salute before hurriedly excusing herself. Her hand lowered, pulling her cell phone out. A quick opening flip revealed she had about four hours enough time to relax, get showered when it got closer, and eat before the operation began. Nodding to herself, she took advantage of not only the time, but the fact she was clad in her civilian outfit as opposed to her on-duty uniform, and headed over to a nearby cafe. Within the span of five minutes, she had reached her destination and just received her caramel cappuccino. Walking to the nearest table, Selena took note of a spare newspaper that had been left by the previous reader. In between sips, she read the various articles. Hmm? Her head tilted as an especially interesting article caught her blue eyes it spoke of deeds she definitely hadn't performed during her evening schedule. But ... someone is, it seems. Hmmm .... Her boots clicked gently against the floor. She'd never really thought if there may be another like-minded person such as herself, let alone one that resorted to being a night-time vigilante. This, however, was proof that there definitely was. The main question, therefore, soon changed to a much more vital inquiry. Would they turn out to be a friend or foe? Unfortunately, only time and the ability to rendezvous with them would reveal that. For now, she had no idea - as did the people who wrote this article, apparently - who even was responsible for these self-righteous murders, as they called them.