01-21-2018, 09:25 AM
Jens Abt had been a good cop in the CCD. He'd moved from Germany to London and the now in Moscow and all throughout his time there was always weird things to do. His father had been a cop and his father before him. It was a generational thing. But it wasn't until Jens turned 20 that he learned the true legacy of what his fathers before him had done - protected the world from monsters. You got that monsters...
Jens Abt moved up the ranks and into Internal Affairs. It was the best place to keep the reputations of the cops he looked after clean. What better way to do this. That was until Jens started seeing a once very prominent Atharim cop starting to give up Atharim secrets. Dorian Vega had been good at his job. Total unsolved cases were countable on one hand. He always found his man - or monster. And there had never been an Atharim caught under his watch.
But now it seemed he was turning. He brought in a god - who was Atharim. The boy had a death sentence on his head for more than one reason now. And yet he came in. It was Jens Abt job to find out why the two were working together.
And the boy now lay unconscious in his hospital bed. The weapons that had been used on him had been good, but not good enough. The boy was alive, sleeping off the medication. A cocktail too powerful anyone to stay away long. And he'd given Jens something to think about.
He believed the boy would never betray the Atharim. After looking at his dismal record - Americans! It wasn't that he didn't have a good record there was nothing there. But since coming to Moscow his record was impressive. He and his partner were clearing the tunnels of the underground methodically.
But then there was Dorian Vega. His son was a god. He'd made his choice and forsake the course he took years ago. It's one thing to kill some unknown kid. Killing your own flesh and blood and then turning it upon yourself that was different. Entirely different.
It was one reason most Atharim didn't have families. But then there were families like the Durantes who just kept the tradition alive. The boys line would be easy to finish. His parents were already dead, and his sister too. A tragedy all of it.
Jens did the only thing he could. He put Dorian Vega, his son and his wife on the list. Immediate dispatch. The Durante boy was already there. Jens could easily end the life of the boy. But that would take the fun out of it. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. He was an actual challenge. He was one of the first challenged the Archangels would receive. No, they needed to know how to take down this god. If they can't take him down, how did the expect to take down Ascendancy!
One team had already failed. Their tactics and their resources needed to be examined. Their approach needed to be refined. Nox Durante would think we'd forgotten about him, until we come again. Jens Abt nodded to himself. "Sleep little god. You won't know when we come for you."
Jens Abt moved up the ranks and into Internal Affairs. It was the best place to keep the reputations of the cops he looked after clean. What better way to do this. That was until Jens started seeing a once very prominent Atharim cop starting to give up Atharim secrets. Dorian Vega had been good at his job. Total unsolved cases were countable on one hand. He always found his man - or monster. And there had never been an Atharim caught under his watch.
But now it seemed he was turning. He brought in a god - who was Atharim. The boy had a death sentence on his head for more than one reason now. And yet he came in. It was Jens Abt job to find out why the two were working together.
And the boy now lay unconscious in his hospital bed. The weapons that had been used on him had been good, but not good enough. The boy was alive, sleeping off the medication. A cocktail too powerful anyone to stay away long. And he'd given Jens something to think about.
He believed the boy would never betray the Atharim. After looking at his dismal record - Americans! It wasn't that he didn't have a good record there was nothing there. But since coming to Moscow his record was impressive. He and his partner were clearing the tunnels of the underground methodically.
But then there was Dorian Vega. His son was a god. He'd made his choice and forsake the course he took years ago. It's one thing to kill some unknown kid. Killing your own flesh and blood and then turning it upon yourself that was different. Entirely different.
It was one reason most Atharim didn't have families. But then there were families like the Durantes who just kept the tradition alive. The boys line would be easy to finish. His parents were already dead, and his sister too. A tragedy all of it.
Jens did the only thing he could. He put Dorian Vega, his son and his wife on the list. Immediate dispatch. The Durante boy was already there. Jens could easily end the life of the boy. But that would take the fun out of it. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. He was an actual challenge. He was one of the first challenged the Archangels would receive. No, they needed to know how to take down this god. If they can't take him down, how did the expect to take down Ascendancy!
One team had already failed. Their tactics and their resources needed to be examined. Their approach needed to be refined. Nox Durante would think we'd forgotten about him, until we come again. Jens Abt nodded to himself. "Sleep little god. You won't know when we come for you."