Hells Bells

Blown Powder Keg.

"In the current circumstance of the many reports of home intruders and acts of violence in our beloved city, I am herby activating the National Guard to help strengthen the Salt Lake City PD, and I'm requesting congress personally to help in the Guards coordination with the Local PD. I ask the residents to stick to the new curfew set in place, and if you need aid or accommodations during this time, head to city hall, the LDS temple, or call the emergency number. May God shine bright over the People of Utah and God bless this country of ours. Thank you."

-A statement put out by Utah Governor Joseph Knox a few hours after the Rift's closure in Tokyo.

Originally Written in 2022. Some parts changed

March 30th, 2025. Washington DC. Oval Office.

ADVISOR: Odin has reported that multiple sightings of men in Victorian  era uniforms have been getting into fights with local police and armed residents near Salt Lake City. A national guard division was sent to the area and found multiple soldiers that were caught by local police.

STOKINS: Northern Utah huh... any word on where they came from, both in our world and the Innerworld?

ADVISOR: No sir.

Stokins spins around in his chair and stares out the window.

STOKINS: Looks like that damn women had a contingency plan for when she dies.

ADVISOR: We have also heard from the Australians about a similar situation around a Deton facility we have in the outback.

Stokins turns back and looks at his advisor.

STOKINS: Everyone get out.

The room empties, leaving the president alone, he contemplates for a few minutes, before dialing a number on his desk phone.

ODIN: Mr President.

STOKINS: I want all available Military forces to divert to the Innerworld and the Utahn National Guard and police elements to focus and find that gateway. Inform our allies to do the same and tell the Japanese to get more intel on the countries of the Innerworld from the Philians.

ODIN: Yes, Mr President

STOKINS:... Also, bring back the intervention force that we sent to the Gods dimension.

ODIN: Sir, I don't think commander Blechin would appreciate his much needed reinforcements suddenly withdrawing.

STOKINS: I don't care what that Scandinavian fuck says, the situation in our world is more important.

Stokins slams the phone into the receiver.

Gods Dimension, Arragonian Capital Kurzen, Wytes Office.

WYTE: Yes I understand... Yes, the situation is worse in our world than here... I will keep my division on standby if we are required.

Wyte places the phone in the receiver, then pulls out one of his cigars. He pauses looking at the cigar, rubbing his thumb across the six pointed star embroiled on the center label. He puts it away and stuffs his cigar box into a desk drawer. He straightens himself and looks toward his secretary.

WYTE: You can leave now Rivet, I know you have plans tonight.

RIVET: Um... sir I think I should stay here and help out–

Wyte holds up his finger, silencing her. He opens his top drawer and pulls out his bottle of God Whiskey.

WYTE: I heard you have a date, why you would have a date at a time like this is absolutely insane, but hey Mac's was never good at planning, ever since he got married at seventeen... just be back here before the eight pm curfew.