Fixers

Chapter 2: Ripper Part 1:

Chapter 2: Ripper Part 1:

[Murphy POV]

[12:30 PM, May 13, 2015, 10th Precinct, NYPD special task force unit, Manhattan, New York City]

In evidence lockup, Liara and I were spending the time running through old case files. Most were from seven months back when the Vigilantes first appeared. There were more files on the suppose victims than on the Vigilantes. The news was starting to call the vigilante duo Raijin and Karai. The Names was given to them after they took down a big-time drug dealer off the street and found two Japanese symbols tagged at the scene. The two symbols translated to 'Raijin' and 'Karai.' As a cop, I don't condone the vigilantes' actions, but I could see why a few people root them on. Despite that, under the eyes of the Law, both Raijin and Karai are criminals, and it's my job to bring them in. The phone in my pocket began to ring. "Hello," I answer. "It's McMillan. I need to see you and your partner in my office now," McMillan said, hanging up the call. Telling Liara, we quickly made our way to McMillan's office.

Once in the office, McMillan went straight to the point and told us about our newest assignment. "There's a task force in Chicago that calling for joint operation. To find a serial killer that's loose in their city," he tells us, tossing a newspaper and file folder on the top of his desk, "The press over there is calling the sicko 'Ripper.' As of yesterday, we have 19 confirmed murders done by him." "Oh my god... He mutilates and tortures his victims?" Liara says in a shocking disgust, looking through the case file. McMillan looks away, "The plane tickets are in the file folder. Pack your bags, your flight leaves in three hours." "Who's the task force commander?" I ask, before leavening the office. "The commanding officer is Sergeant Jack Voight, of the CPD special investigation squad." With that, Liara and I went to the locker room, gathered our gear, started heading out.

[Raijin POV]

[1:00 PM, Underground Station, Bronx, New York City]

Hearing a notification alert, I quickly made my way to the central part of the station where Karai was working. Karai looks up at me, "We got a POI in Chicago." "Threat or Vic?" I ask. "Threat. The Media over in that city calls him 'The Ripper.' So far there are about 19 murders that tied to him," she tells me, "Going off the police case files, the killer targets brunette women, ages between 18 and 29. The killing style is- the purest form of Mala in Se." "How are we getting over there?" I ask. "We're traveling to Chicago by plane," She tells me, "It won't take me long to rent out a plane from a private sector." "Lex's transport," I say. "Yup," Kara remark. Lex is a natural ally of ours that owns a private transport company that's stationed on North Border Island. He doesn't know who we are, nor does he care, like most freelancers as long as you pay; He'll do the job without question. He'd offered his services as a transporter after we saved his life a few months back.

I made my way to the armory and grabbed a few gears. At that moment, my eyes caught a glimpse of a photo. Picking up the picture, it's of the old crew after one of our sparring matches, Samus, Ripley, Toshiko, Logan, Garrus, and myself. Because we were dirt poor, we couldn't join any martial art gym. And the chances of running into some grandmaster that was willing to teach us for free were non-existent. So we taught ourselves how to fight, and created our own combat system, calling it CRC (Close Range Combat). Looking back, Karai was gathering her gear and saw what I was holding. I handed the photo to her. With a small smile, she took it and placed it in her pocket. Pulling out a box, I grab four pistols and hands two over to Karai along with two mags. The guns were particle blaster, a type of energy-based weapon. Since a lot of high tech next Gen weapon has been hitting both the white and black market, we had to upgrade our gear. Due to the perfected 3d printing technology, creating high-quality equipment became easier.

"Is there's any else?" I ask. "Yeah, one more thing," Karai says, pulling out a small black box and opening it, "Guess this could be a good time for a field test." "What's that?" I ask. "It's something that I've been working on for a while now," She says, taking out a pair of contact lenses. Placing a contact lens in each eye, "They're called Nano-lenses by the technology company that created them, but the name HUD-lenses seem a lot more appropriate. Long and overly long explanation short, I stole the blueprint for the tech and customized it. The HUD lenses are made out of liquid Biochip, which will fuse with the user's eyes on Contact. The lenses give you the ability to see with two types of visions, 3d sonar vision and enhanced night vision. It's linked up to the Epyon system, so you see people digital profile," Karai tells me. Looking at her eyes, I couldn't tell if she was wearing the lenses.