One month later

AZAZEL GRANGER'S POINT OF VIEW

"Introducing myself.

Azazel Granger, Soldier Second Class, Rank 10, ready for duty Ma'am!"

(Ruhby): "I still can't believe you asked your grandfather to put you in the police force, let alone the team specializing in Abnormal control. What's even harder to believe is that he agreed, and, on top of that, arranged for you to become my double."

"Yeah, it seems that the influence of one color is no joke."

(Ruhby): "We've been mounting a high-profile case for the last month, a conscious abnormality. I hope you have educated yourself about how the world works in the last month."

"St. Ruhby, I have 7 PHD's, as much as my colleges were my mother's delusion, and all my life I spent in my grandfather's mansion thinking that was the world, what I learned was not a lie. And I'm a fast learner."

(Ruhby): "Then explain, what is a conscious Abnormality."

"A conscious abnormality refers to an individual whose collapse process partially or completely maintained the frontal lobe, causing the individual's persona to remain, partially or completely, intact."

(Ruhby): "Hum. Good. But know that of the abnormalities, the conscious ones are the most dangerous. Don't even think about comparing this case to that thing you killed at the police station."

I notice that Ruhby has moved up in rank in the last month. She is now ranked 4.

I have to look around. Find out if there are others like me. Find out how a society that took millennia before the nuclear war to get where it was got to where it is today in 3000 years. There are so many new things to do, without having to hide behind a mask.

But nevertheless, it is better to keep my real capabilities secret.

"So, what do we know about our target?"

(Ruhby): "He is a trafficker. From weapons and drugs to wildlife and human trafficking, anything that anyone will pay for that he doesn't have in a store this guy sells. We don't know who he is, we have no name, no picture, no ID, nothing. The teams involved are calling him "Ghost". The only connection we have with this crime boss is one of the arms of his organization. A subsidiary of a subsidiary. A local gang that has gained a lot of notoriety recently because of one troublesome member. His name is Zeen Carl, he is called Zeca on the streets, a former construction worker who happened to witness a radioactive accident. A company, S Corp, specialized in military training of E.G.O.'s crashed a truck full of Plutonium that was destined for a military base to be distributed among the cadets. This guy thought he could get out of rank 9 and go straight to Special with a huge load of Plutonium. It was obvious that he was going to collapse, but luckily for him, he managed to stay conscious after the collapse, joined some little gang, and moved it up the ranks quickly, since the bastard got a rank 3 E.G.O. out of it. Being an anomaly, we are allowed to use lethal force. But, we have to get information to get at our real target."

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"So, we're catching a small fish to use as bait for the big fish?"

(Ruhby): "Pretty much.

"So, where do I start?

(Ruhby): "First we have to find Zeca. We already have men looking for him on the streets, but you are a new recruit, no one has ever seen your face in uniform, and on top of that you have no aura, the police would never accept you if it wasn't for your grandfather. With this in mind, I want you to infiltrate their gang undercover, the name on the street is Bull Dog's. Find him, and we'll be one step closer to becoming Ghost Busters."

"Yes ma'am!"

I remove myself from the room and prepare to leave the department.

A local gang specializing in radioactive product trafficking, Bull Dog's. Funny, bull dog's are small dogs that have been trained to kill bulls, I guess that's the idea behind the name of this gang, to be the little guys that will take down a big bull, the system.

To their misfortune, among my colleges I took animal science. And psychology.

I change in the department locker room and hit the streets, looking for some way to contact this gang, from the information I have been given they are mainly active in the areas of districts 14 and 15. Considering that they have gotten a recent boost from conscious abnormality, I think they will try to take control of district 10 which is close to 14 and has great notoriety, they will want to get someone bigger to make a name for themselves.

I head for district 10. The trip takes a few hours as my family, much more noble and wealthy than what my mother had made me think It was, lived in district 2 and, the police station that I work for is also located in this district.

The municipality I live in is called Eden, the capital of the global military titan Lost Paradise Republic, one of the most influential first world countries on earth, and one of the three pillars preventing this world, controlled by people who could sweep a city with one breath, from being destroyed again, the Lost Paradise Rep is known as the most militarily developed country in the world. One of the economic and military powers, which has its dependencies divided into districts. State districts and municipal districts. The state districts are divided by names, and the municipal districts by numbers. 21 states, 312 municipalities. I wonder how many bandits and how much corruption I will have to deal with until I reach my goal.

The trip finally ends.

When I arrive in district 10, the scene I am presented with is shocking. As much as in my years studying politics I have read about places like this, I have never seen, nor imagined, that this could be possible.

From what I can see, the district is a very poor place. There are no individual houses, just huge buildings, all of them clearly older than I am, and none of them look as if they have ever been renovated.

The streets that extend through the city are totally irregular. Unlike the district where I live, where all the streets are well organized and easy to get around, in this one the streets are narrow and confusing, many streets don't even have names and don't even appear on any map, as if they were made after mapping, and nobody cared to register them.

I start to simply walk down some of these streets. My clothing is the most worn I have ever owned. An old shirt and shorts that I wore when I trained in parkour. It seems that getting these clothes that I wouldn't dare wear even if I were staying at home was the right choice. They look pretty good considering the average I see of the people who pass me on the street.

The gang I try to join, the bull dog's, have an identification mark, a tattoo on their cheeks, simulating those of a bulldog.

As intelligent as I am, I have never had any contact with any kind of criminality. My town is strongly guarded by the four colors that reside there: White, Red, Orange, and Yellow.

The white one is my grandfather, and thanks to him I met the red one, a doctor, Lucas. Funny, in this country and practically in the whole world, nobody knows the Bible, a book that has been lost through the ages, being known only in the Exordium Federation, a theocratic country from what I understand, and yet, there are biblical names everywhere, even the red one's representation is a doctor and is called Lucas, the name of the apostle who was a doctor.

I don't know how I would manage to infiltrate a gang, but what else can I say, first I have to look like a criminal, so let's start with the basics, I'll find some members of the bull dog's gang and we'll rob a truckload of money.