07-21-2016, 08:20 PM
Life for Officers Sokolov and Konstantinov. The Ascendancy's announcement hadn't even reached every corner of the world yet, but every precinct in the CCD had been swamped with calls. Much like the stories of the witch hunts of old, everyone and their dog were already trying to capitalize on the new reality. 'My neighbor is using black magic to kill my petunias!' 'my frat-buddy used magic to steal my girlfriend' 'A witch cursed me and turned into a goat.' Officers throughout the CCD were already compiling lists of the weirdest and most outrageous claims, a coping tactic to deal with the new reality.
Of course, there were other problems; some officers simply could not cope with the announcement; throughout the CCD, officers simply did not show up for their shifts that day. The sudden announcement had caught the Custody Domestic Protection Service off guard. There had been little time, or really any ability, to really brace their people on what was coming. A real trial by fire.
It would not take long before protests and demonstrations would begin. Violence would begin quickly if efforts weren't made to keep it in check. Violence against magic users; the fear of the unknown. Violence against the government, for not 'protecting' them from magic users. Violence using such things as excuses.
Sokolov and Konstantinov had drawn the midnight - noon shift. Domovoi was short staffed even at full roster, and was the only task force of it's kind in the CCD. Where other districts were trying to shoulder the burden themselves, Moscow had the benefit of an 'experienced' pool of officers and detectives to fall back on. And that experienced pool's grunts, the handful of rank-and-file officers, were hard pressed to keep up with all the paperwork.
Both men looked both exhausted and energetic at the same time; physically, they were wiped. They had spent all night driving around Moscow, following up on the more noteworthy calls and complaints. Of course, 9 out of 10 had proven to be busts. People using the growing fear and uncertainty of the new climate to try to get revenge, ruin reputations, or just for the attention for themselves. But for all the ridiculous and shallow calls they had investigated, some good had come of it.
A teen girl, a magic user, identified and removed from a dangerous home situation. An open case file on a young man, linked to over a dozen sexual assaults.
Sokolov entered the briefing room where everyone else had gathered, and dropped himself heavily into one of the empty chairs. Konstantinov was hot on his heels, a steaming cup of terrible office coffee in hand, "Afternoon, gang."
He held the cup out to Sokolov, then after a moment's hesitation in which his partner didn't take it, looked to find Sokolov was already asleep, seated with his face planted into the outside wing of the chair. The position looked terribly uncomfortable, but Sokolov was a self-professed master of sleeping anywhere.
Other members of the task force were filtering into the office; those whose shifts were ending, and those that were about to begin. Captain Alexsandrov was already in his office, and would speak to the gathered members of Domovoi in short order.
Of course, there were other problems; some officers simply could not cope with the announcement; throughout the CCD, officers simply did not show up for their shifts that day. The sudden announcement had caught the Custody Domestic Protection Service off guard. There had been little time, or really any ability, to really brace their people on what was coming. A real trial by fire.
It would not take long before protests and demonstrations would begin. Violence would begin quickly if efforts weren't made to keep it in check. Violence against magic users; the fear of the unknown. Violence against the government, for not 'protecting' them from magic users. Violence using such things as excuses.
Sokolov and Konstantinov had drawn the midnight - noon shift. Domovoi was short staffed even at full roster, and was the only task force of it's kind in the CCD. Where other districts were trying to shoulder the burden themselves, Moscow had the benefit of an 'experienced' pool of officers and detectives to fall back on. And that experienced pool's grunts, the handful of rank-and-file officers, were hard pressed to keep up with all the paperwork.
Both men looked both exhausted and energetic at the same time; physically, they were wiped. They had spent all night driving around Moscow, following up on the more noteworthy calls and complaints. Of course, 9 out of 10 had proven to be busts. People using the growing fear and uncertainty of the new climate to try to get revenge, ruin reputations, or just for the attention for themselves. But for all the ridiculous and shallow calls they had investigated, some good had come of it.
A teen girl, a magic user, identified and removed from a dangerous home situation. An open case file on a young man, linked to over a dozen sexual assaults.
Sokolov entered the briefing room where everyone else had gathered, and dropped himself heavily into one of the empty chairs. Konstantinov was hot on his heels, a steaming cup of terrible office coffee in hand, "Afternoon, gang."
He held the cup out to Sokolov, then after a moment's hesitation in which his partner didn't take it, looked to find Sokolov was already asleep, seated with his face planted into the outside wing of the chair. The position looked terribly uncomfortable, but Sokolov was a self-professed master of sleeping anywhere.
Other members of the task force were filtering into the office; those whose shifts were ending, and those that were about to begin. Captain Alexsandrov was already in his office, and would speak to the gathered members of Domovoi in short order.