Video - Keeping Promises

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[The video opens on what could be a video game interface - a first-person view looking down from above, a courtyard with Initiative personnel taking a break from their work, enjoying lunch and the outside air, each individual bracketed with HUD reticles as they go about their business, while a variety of status indicators frame the edge of the display. Osprey's voice is heard, calm and professional.]

It has been 32 hours since I issued my demands. There has been no apology from the Initiative, nor has there been any indication that any is forthcoming.

[Osprey's sniper rifle comes into view in the frame, and the display changes, zooming in on one particular table down below, where several men are having lunch. The tracking reticle on one changes color from white to red, and the video of the man discussing the use of the mind control drug displays next to him.]

Colonel Jonathan Landry. The man responsible for the attempted brainwashing attempt.

[The video disappears, and crosshairs appear, centered on the Colonel's head. Then comes the bang, and the man's now headless body tumbles from his seat, before the video cuts to Osprey in front of a non-descript background.]

I repeat my demands. A public apology from the Initiative. Immediate cessation of the drugging. And increased openness and collaboration with the transports in the execution of the campaign against the United Earth. If no apology has been delivered in 24 hours, I will attack a new target, and then again 24 hours after that.

If there has been no apology by the time of my third strike, I will be forced to conclude that the Initiative prefers a state of guerilla warfare, and the pace of attacks will increase. I await your response.

Comments

Re: prosey action

[birdhousesoul]

Anders has been well and truly sidetracked, however, by ... whatever just happened with the plants.

"That's brilliant. How'd you do that? It's certainly not any magic I've ever read about, let alone learned."

Re: prosey action

[hernes_son]

"The skill was taught by Herne the man, though the gift was given by Herne the spirit." Robin shrugged. "I am Herne's son; had I... had I stayed, I would have become the Hunter myself." He grinned. "It has been a long time, though. I hope Ser Pounce and Uriel enjoy their new plaything. The trees will not mind."

He spoke with an energy he did not know he had been missing, and if his speech was disjointed, Robin was not aware of it. His mind was racing, his blood pumping; he felt wonderful.