In the early hours of the morning of December 10th, a folder was left on the desk of the Minister of Public Safety Jackson Payne. When he came into work he would find it, a note set on top.
I didn't need this, but thanks for the information, kisses!
Within the folder, was the information from two separate files, one was Haru's dossier, the information on how to kill him and weaken him, strengths, weaknesses, and abilities. The second set of papers was his personnel file and rap sheet, as well as information on his family that was within the public record. The last few pages were typed, a second note resting on the front of the paper.
We could be very good friends you and I, see how dangerous your friend is? These files… they’re good.
These pages were different, photos and research, the pictures mostly of a younger Haru though some more recent, sometimes accompanied by a familiar girl, sometimes a familiar boy, (Alice and Eun), were not official watch documents, these were privately obtained. The pictures showed them committing various crimes, the list was all people deceased, people if the pages were to be believed Haru and his crew ended their lives.
When looked into, it would be realized the names were those who stood in the way of a large group of those in the underground, whether they be Watch or rival gangs. The watch officers were eliminated in their homes, their partners only touched if they interfered, the children never harmed, if they saw what happened they were told to hide and left alone, if they didn't wake up, they would wake in the morning to watch lights, a stuffed bear and a note, "I'm sorry." The only words that were written on it in messy half legible common, their whole lives thrown into chaos and the only warning was the sign of guilt left beside their beds.
There was a creak of a door, and a familiar man entered. Who was that man, and where was he entering? Well that man was Baron, Keeper, Minister Payne, and the room he was entering was his office. He looked tired, as if he has been working hard all week, and to be honest that is what he has been doing. Rushing to fix each problem that keeps popping up, so when he got to his desk he simply plopped into the cushioned chair, his men figuring that if keeps on sleeping in his chair it might as well be a nice one.
Once he was in the chair he started to look around his office, taking it all in once again, seeing his new flashy computer, a framed photo on his desk of the other Angels, a coffee mug given to him by a certain demon, and a file? Wait what? Ya there was a file on his desk, though he figured that it was something he asked for, so he was not worried yet, at least till he read the note on it out loud.
“Huh? What information?” He said right before he reached to grab the file, and opened it, taking a look at its contents, and what he saw instantly caused his eyes to go wide. It was Haru’s dossier, something that he thought was long gone.
He now knew that someone had broken into his office, and that they had Haru’s file, and god knows what else. So he simply put his hand on his holstered gunblade on his waist, and quietly, and discreetly slipped a hand under his desk to press a button by the left leg. One that when pressed would alert a few people that there is now an emergency, and to report to his office as soon as possible. Though for now Jackson would have to continue looking through the file, now reaching the second page, reading yet another note out loud.
“Friends? Wait dangerous, but what do they mean? Heh everyone in Rhydin is dangerous.” He was chuckling when he read the note till he got to the second file, automatically recognizing the people in the photos. Though it was the implications in the file that stopped him dead in his tracks with the chuckle, he recognized the cases that were in it, he knew them because he made it his job to avenge all the fallen Watch members he could. So he automatically knew which people these files were talking about, but they couldn’t be implying what he thinks they were. No Haru said he only hurt people who deserved it, these men, and women were all good people. Though he did once say he was a monster…….. No, he couldn’t have done these things to the Watch. There is no way he would have recruited him then, but…… no, no he can’t, couldn’t have…
Jackson honestly wasn’t taking this new info well, struggling to understand that this might honestly mean what he thinks it does, but if it does… then it means Haru, Alice, and Eun have done so many terrible things, things they knew he would have never supported, but they had him help them. If they did do these things, if they ruined these lives……..
Jackson just couldn’t handle it, he can’t really understand feelings, so with all of this coming up to the surface now he was just too overwhelmed. So he just did what he could have, swirled his chair around, and punched the wall, his gauntlets glowing as he did the attack against his office wall. A hole being punched clean through much to the shock of the people working in the other room, who looked through the newly made hole to see a glowing gauntlet in it, and something else was heard as well. A really nasty crack as the blow was made, It looks like his hand could only take so much.
So while he was trying to remove his now broken hand from the wall the door to his office opened, and into the office stepped one large hulk of a man, wearing a Watch uniform, and looking at his boss concerned, just asking.
“Are you ok boss?” When Jackson heard the voice he did feel somewhat better knowing someone he can trust is here, So while he was removing his hand he said to the man
“We need to talk Samson.”
After the events of the night of January, 29th, 2022, the mass killings following explosions, the reports of countless demon deals made in desperation, all those injured and killed, a note would be found on Jackson’s desk.
Minister,
Do you want to protect them? Protect everyone? Do you need help? I can offer you that help, if you choose to take it… I can get you information you’d never have access to otherwise, so you can stop these attacks before they happen… call me if you decide to let someone help you…Signed,
A friend
Attached to the note was a phone number, it would seem Jackson had a new… ally?
There was a creak of a door as the door to the office was pushed open. The sound of multiple voices flooding the room as multiple concerned officers talked to a man. Who was that man? Jackson Payne, the dead man walking. He was currently limping his way through one of the few Watch buildings that weren’t hit, his office thankfully being in one. Though as he made his way in he was bombed by so many questions.
“Are you ok sir?”
“What happened sir?”
“What will we do?”
Jackson simply gave them all simple answers before he made his way into his office. Going to his desk before he collapsed into his chair, his legs barely able to support his weight, even with the cane. Though before he could relaxed he noticed something out of place on his desk, something he didn’t think should be there. So he read it, and as he did his heart dropped.
“I could get you information you never had access to before…”
He read out loud, seeing the number on the bottom of the paper… He knew this was probably nothing good, that it might make things worse, but He needed the information. He can’t afford to let this happen. So as he looked at the number the phone on the desk became more, and more obvious….. it calling to him, just like he would be calling to someone else pretty soon.
