Fixers

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

[9:00 PM, May 5, 2015, 33-6 Queens Blvd, Long Zone, New York City]

Walking home in the late evening, Callie made her toward the train station. Truth to be known Callie didn't like taking the train so late at night. But it was the quickest way to get home. Entering the station, Callie waits by the middle of the tunnel. Bored, she pulls her phone out. Looking through the Facebook page, Callie notices a new article. The page was an article on vigilantes. The Vigilante has been the top subject on every known social media site since he appeared. As I read through the article, Callie notices a group of four men walking down the platform. One of them calls out to Callie. Raising her head, the tallest man in the group was already standing next to Callie. "Hey, isn't it a little late for a young lady like yourself to be alone at the train station? It could be dangerous." 'Was that supposed to be his pick line?' Callie was just about to make a bitchy remark, but notice the other three was now standing beside the man; one was even holding out his phone as if he was recording her. "Um, why are you recording me?" Callie asks nervously.

At that moment, the man who was standing on Callie left swung a hard sucker punch to the left side of Callie's face, dropping her to the ground. "Grab her phone!" one yells. Tears started running down Callie's face once she realize what was happening; Callie wasn't sure if it was from the pain or fear. "The bitch only has $40 on her," the tall man said, throwing her wallet to the floor. Forcing herself to her feet, Callie started running toward the exit, but the man who punched her grabbed hold of Callie. "Leo, the bitch seen our face we need to deal with her," he said. Leo smiles, "Take her to the station bathroom and--" The lights in the station began blinking on and off, and then blackness fell all around the station. The station was pitch black; Callie could just barely see four feet in front of her. In the darkness, Callie hears grunting of pain and impact sounds. When the lights came back on, three out of the four men that attacked her were on the ground battered, bleeding and broken. Standing over them was an unknown mask man, wearing an all-black getup, a slim jacket, loose baggy cargo pants, and a mask. 'The Vigilante.' The last remaining thug threw his arm around Callie's neck and placed a gun to theside of her head. "Stay back!" he yells. In a quick motion of movement, the Vigilante drew his gun, fires one round. Callie felt the bullet flew right past her head. A thudding sound soon followed after the shot; Callie didn't need to look to know that man who was holding her hostage was dead. "Are you are alright?" the Vigilante asks. "Yes, thank you..." Callie said in shock. He reaches down and picked up Callie's cell phone and handed it to her. He took Callie's hand and walked with her to the exit door. "What do I do?" she asks. "The EMTs is a minute out. Go to street level and wait. You'll be safe with them," He says. The Vigilante then rushes off into the subway tunnel, making his escape.

[Raijin POV]

[10:00 PM, Underground Station, Bronx, New York City]

Entering the station, I saw my partner Karai working on her computers. She stops what she was doing to look at me, lights from the computer screen reflecting off her glasses. "Nice to see that you didn't get yourself shot," she says, smiling. Karai had short dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a fair skin complexion. The girl also had four nationalities tied to her, all European; Greek, Italian, French, and German. "Even if I did get shot, I still had my vest on," I told her. "Graphene body armor isn't indestructible," she says. "Yeah, I know. Even if the bullet doesn't cut through the
vest, the internal injuries could still kill me," I say. Karai sat back down and started inputting codes into the computer. A while back, Karai and I created a system program we call Epyon. Using pattern recognition software; the system predicts violent crimes based on data it collects. It took Karai and me a full year to build the program from scratch. Careful measures were taken to ensure we were the only ones who had access to the program. We also created a virus within Epyon's codes in the case if the program was ever compromised; it would destroy all traces of the program. Epyon's everywhere and nowhere at the same time, due to being in cyberspace.