Kritikal Krysis

Chapter 7: The Meeting

President Sarin looked down to the city below from his office balcony, the taste of pomegranate wine filling his taste buds from the glass he held. His long, gray hair drooped down to his shoulder blades and the wrinkles upon his  face were but faint, as if he rarely aged at all. At his current age of 132, he looked as if he were only in his early forties, as if he were immortal.
There was hiss behind him as the door to his office came to an open. Sting walked in, followed by a female in a purple jumpsuit. He wore his usual armor, but was without his helmet. His face was blank with expression and was rough as stone. He had no hair and the iris’ of his eyes were red like blood, as if they were colored from the blood of the lives he’s taken. The knuckles of his gauntlets was caked in fresh blood, which was soon to come to a dried state.
Both Sting and the woman stopped in front of Sarin’s desk as he made his way back into the warmth of his office. He sat in his chair, cushioned by a very soft gel beneath leather. “Welcome. Have you gotten any information out from the latest prisoner?” Sarin asked.
Sting looked down to his closed fists, examining the blood before looking back up to Sarin.
“The prisoner endured a very… rough interrogation. It required a few extreme methods, but the supposed ‘wizard’ had eventually broken, spilling out some valuable information that you may find interesting.”
“Well? Let’s not drag this on if it is valuable.”
“It is. Do you recall the… “Kritikal Krysis” incident?”
Sarin was about to take another sip of his wine before he paused in place. The female next Sting smirked at the reaction from the president.
“What about it? Have you found something?” Sarin asked.
“The only escapee, AKA The Nomad, had conversed with Zyphus via comm-device a week ago. According to the Zyphus himself, they had plans to meet in person today. That means Nomad had arrived onto Devoran yesterday, via smuggling himself aboard the Orion Corporation Veloci-Star… Information courtesy of the prisoner. That would mean he’s dwelling somewhere in the streets of Neo-Tokyo, the closest city to where the Veloci-Star docked. This was all he was willing to say, after the beating I had given him.”
Sarin took a deep sigh and lowered the glass of wine away from his face. He placed it down and stood up, looking to Sting and the woman. “Dispatch Hornet Squad. You’ll be leading them to Neo-Tokyo to compose a thorough investigation of the city. Search every building if necessary. As for you…”
Sarin focused on the woman next to Sting. “Widow. I’ll require for you to remain on standby our primary DSS facilities in Neo-Tokyo. Chances are that Nomad will be targeting that facility to cripple our power in that particular city. If he does, send coordinates to Commander Sting for backup and distract him for as long as possible. If he tries to escape, follow him.”
    The woman bowed politely and finally spoke, giving off a Swedish accent. “With pleasure,”
    Sarin nodded with approval and gestured them off. “Away with you now.”
    Both nodding, Commander Sting and Widow turned away and left the President to be.