Chapitre 90: Chapter 90
Jeremy Wilkinson pored over the files at his desk with a vengeance. Drug battles of this scale were rare and usually less mystifying. The follow up violence from the slaughter had left another fity dead as everyone dabbling in organized crime began to make noise over the event. Just one week to put more than a hundred low and mid level criminals into body bags from violent death. The lack of intelligence regarding the inner workings of the underworld meant that the law had no idea how to respond or even who to blame. Their limited sources had only painted a grim picture. A few more sparks and they would have a minor civil war on their hands. There were even some who would prefer that the investigation not uncover anything, because a definite perpetrator would just be a reason to start something.
Not that there were any clear evidence to pointing at anyone. There was no sign at all of an attacker. There was no DNA no fibers no nothing. It was as if a ghost had taken solid form and began to slaughter them all. The foot prints suggested the perpetrators were identical in external equipment and profile. The idea that it was just one person was beyond ridiculous. They were already looking at anyone with military background and mercenaries. Having equipment with a price tag having many zeroes seems kind of useless now…
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In a well lit room at the top of a skyscraper, an oddly dressed man sat at his desk, staring over steepled fingers at the person before him. Wearing a suit and with neatly combed black hair, he was the very picture of a businessman.
"That didn't work out too well did it?"
The woman in front, dressed in a red cheongsam grimly shook her head.
"No it did not, sir"
The man appeared to not notice the tension.
"So we'll have to try again some other way. That seer had her uses, but now it's impossible to use her again. Still, an S class demon in Britain of all places. What an inopportune element."
The woman nodded. "But sir, shouldn't it have done something already? The classification doesn't lie, and neither did the sensors. The ship detected the same signature that I fed into it. Our lie seems to have been the truth all along."
The man sighed and stretched his arms. He drummed his fingers on the desk, seemingly in deep thought.
"It may be strange, but in the darkest night are the brightest stars. As soon as the war finishes we may have to move into that backyard. It would be inconvenient to our goals if a portion of the planet were to vaporize just like that."
The woman froze.
"Surely you are not…? We still have to finish those ships, and he can only hold off the Imperial Court for so long"
"Patience my dear Hornet, we have time, more than a couple of years, if you recall. All we have to do, is get rid of those pesky Ninja. We may have failed at avoiding direct warfare, but never fear, there are more ways than one to the destination, and we have merely met a dead end." As his chair swivelled around, the man looked at the Chinese sunrise and grinned. Yes, plenty of ways to reach a goal.
Alarms rang through the air. Smoke was coming through the vents and the floor was tilted at what seemed to be a thirty degree angle. There was no water yet, but that only meant that they were not sunk yet. It had been barely two minutes since the explosion and already it seemed to be too late to save anything. The stern was practically a crater, half the ship was on fire, what was left was listing and all that was left to do was abandon ship. However, there was just one problem. The trawler did not have intact floatation gear. All the survival gear had been packed at a single location to save space. As a result it had all become a victim of the initial explosion. The young sailor, crawling on the floor with a broken leg had mere moments in a confused daze before a second explosion broke his ship in two and sunk her entirely. From sailing normally to fully underwater, the trawler had taken just hundred and two seconds
Above them, unseen to the previously living sailors, invisible explosions littered the skies as thirty ancient looking warships flew in complicated patterns in pitched combat. The occasional projectile however arced downwards and into the sea. The sunk ship would be reported missing after two days and would never be found. Ultimately, the vessel would be the subject to conspiracy theories, as would another twenty three ships that disappeared n that area for no discernible reason, never to be known again. A month later, the Chinese trawler Qing Yuan was officially struck from its shipping registry.
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