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Planet Mars - City of Judo - Some apartment (exact location unknown) - 12:00PM
"...a calm day in Judo, as it's brave citizens challenge the heavy atmosphere in order to prepare for the upcoming celebrations of Hallow's Eve, an ancient tradition honoring our ancestor's life and death thru dressing up as... well, whatever! Zombie masks will surely be popular once again this year. Any thoughts on that, Bernard?"
The camera turned towards the second journalist.
"I think it's a stupid celebration! And a painful one! Lets remind everyone that only 4 years ago, Hallow's eve, that a mad man tried to exterminate us all and try to make us Earth #2! You want to know how I feel? Outraged, Miranda! That's how I feel! We live in a fucked up era where crime is law, mad men are viewed as legends and we think about celebrating? For what? To pretend finding joy and peace in calendar events? Give me a break! I..."
As the journalist went on, a shadowy figure made it's apparition in front of the television. The figure looked at the TV without much thought before turning around. The apartment, located on the 30th floor of a 50 floor building, was empty, except for the presence of the television system and a used old couch.
Time to move. Time to vanish, without a trace. But first...
The figure walked outside on the apartment balcony. She breathed in some air and tasted the presence of the Grim Reaper ready to get at work. She then took out a simple remote control from the pocket of her trench coat. It took her two seconds before pushing the button.
A giant explosion was heard from afar, bombs detonating here and there in the above and underground sections of Judo's big Central Mall, followed by an intense cloud of black smoke.
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2 hours after the explosion - Central Mall grounds
Characters: Ken Edmoundo (sheet to come - yes I'm bringing him back as support)
Streets completely closed off, ambulances, firefighters, policemen, federal agents... An entire army of professionals were at the scene, including a ton of journalists fighting to make their way to ground zero and picture everything in detail. Live of TV: the horror of it all; survivors, scenes of blood splatter and body parts, the above mall that collapsed, crushing and or trapping shoppers underground. Already, journalists are estimating the deaths of at least 500 people.
Arriving at the scene as a normal citizen (he no longer is an investigator - I'll explain in sheet), Ken Edmoundo surveyed the area.
"Fucking bunch of idiots" he muttered, watching the police work in a panic.
How the times had changed...
He sighed.
Ken walked around the area. His investigating instinct arose against his will as he tried looking for something - anything really. There was enough bullshit crime in this city. So what was the explosion for? The start of a new mafia war? The work of a new fucked up psycho? ...His head started to hurt. Too much thinking. God he needed a drink. Something strong. Ah yes... alcohol; the only thing he could rely on in this shit of a universe. Just the thought of it warmed him up and changed his mind to "happy land" already.
Just as he was about to turn around with a "fuck this shit leave it to the new generation of policetards" attitude, a shinning objet at his feet called for his surprised attention. He bent down, looking at what seemed to be a blue pebble. Immediately, he thought about Rayden.
A puzzle of explosions, terrorist attacks...
"I really need that drink" he thought, erasing the idea of Rayden coming back from the dead. But on the other hand, he wasn't about to take any chances. He took a cloth out of his beige jacket and picked up the blue pebble.
"Hmmm... I'll take this to Antonia later. Maybe she can analyze it. If it's just a normal pebble, I'll make a fool of myself... Better use that excuse to ask Antonia out, why don't I? ...Or find that kid and shot him." he mumbled.