Post by Jonathan A. Keys on Sept 23, 2007 11:53:19 GMT -5
What the hell is going on, he thought as he stared at the seals. Something was going on here, was this part of an attack, was he somehow still inside the warehouse? He laid down on the grass, letting his thoughts wash over him. What the hell was this? Something weird was going on, that much was known. He really had no choice, there was nothing on this hilltop, but what awaited him in the city?
He walked slowly down the hill, several hundred feet away from a highway. This city was a recent one, A safe-house city. He could tell this because they had no surrounding suburbs or complicated road working, just four highways leading in. They had been developed by various companies after WW3. People had been willing to sacrifice anything for a safe place from the war. The cities were developed mainly by powerful American companies to house thousands of workers for their weapons manufacturing plants, then they sold the weapons to the warring countries in return for safety from attack.
After the war most of the companies were the only thing stable enough to still manages a large population. Some were suppressive states and others were free ones, it all depended on the industry. Fields where advancement was needed and wanted, such as medical science and housing, were normally free ones. Though it didn’t matter to him, because when you entered a city and you weren’t a member of that company you were considered a shopper, someone who buys a large quantity of the products there.
There was no security at the foot entrance, there was no large scale terrorism of crime in a city with its own private army that could shoot to kill without repercussions. Although that sounded bad, it really wasn’t no more long waits to get permission to kill a criminal, and they were extremely good at not abusing that power.
He walked around the city, sure to keep his hands closed, so that no one would se that he had seals. When he spotted a small deserted alleyway, he turned into it. He brought his left fist up to eye level and opened it, revealing the seal. He had studied seal recognition a little as a requirement for being a I.S.U.H team member.
Suddenly something jerked his hand away from him.
He walked slowly down the hill, several hundred feet away from a highway. This city was a recent one, A safe-house city. He could tell this because they had no surrounding suburbs or complicated road working, just four highways leading in. They had been developed by various companies after WW3. People had been willing to sacrifice anything for a safe place from the war. The cities were developed mainly by powerful American companies to house thousands of workers for their weapons manufacturing plants, then they sold the weapons to the warring countries in return for safety from attack.
After the war most of the companies were the only thing stable enough to still manages a large population. Some were suppressive states and others were free ones, it all depended on the industry. Fields where advancement was needed and wanted, such as medical science and housing, were normally free ones. Though it didn’t matter to him, because when you entered a city and you weren’t a member of that company you were considered a shopper, someone who buys a large quantity of the products there.
There was no security at the foot entrance, there was no large scale terrorism of crime in a city with its own private army that could shoot to kill without repercussions. Although that sounded bad, it really wasn’t no more long waits to get permission to kill a criminal, and they were extremely good at not abusing that power.
He walked around the city, sure to keep his hands closed, so that no one would se that he had seals. When he spotted a small deserted alleyway, he turned into it. He brought his left fist up to eye level and opened it, revealing the seal. He had studied seal recognition a little as a requirement for being a I.S.U.H team member.
Suddenly something jerked his hand away from him.