POV retired police officer

Some friend in police asked me for help. I worked in Halfcity before I got retired. I was asked, because I was quite good in my times. Still I couldn’t be promoted higher than commissioner. It was time, when Poland was part of socialistic Russian empire, when I serve in police forces. It was strange time as socialistic countries were mafia like. How to show it? Maybe on my career.

I joined police forces, because that way I got a lot faster way to retire. Also retiring pension was good and steady. I was quite good as detective and I had memory for details. My flaw was, I wasn’t politically active. Another major flaw was, that I didn’t have close family in police or socialist party of Poland. About third flaw I would tell you inside my story.

I was good. I was fast promoted few ranks. Then I saw mafia like organization inside main structures of my country. Well, I knew it existed, it was open knowledge in Poland. I just saw it myself.

If you have private business, it’s good to have some family in it too. Not too much, and family with friendly relations to you. They will tell you about troubles others workers would be ashamed to tell. You can count, that they are more honest. Well, only problem is, are they good enough to be on their positions in business, as probably you would overvalue them.

In mafia, it’s opposite. Hard and dirty manual work was done by lowest tier. Higher tier was active decisive members, who had lot of useless lackeys. Bosses were cunning decisive members, who could act tactical. Do you know, what for are useless lackeys? To spread responsibility and to block blows. In mafia, lowest tiers are working on useless lackeys, despite that lowest are in minority. It can’t work like that, so mafia steals from others.

I done lot of work in my times in police. I wasn’t lowest. I have done some work of my chief, even on daily basis. They needed me, as someone had to do work. Mafia level was starting from higher officer ranks. If I wasn’t already part of mafia in socialist structures, because of my family, there was one way to join them. I needed to do some ugly stuff and let my supervisors to help me. There were different grades of fish hooks I could voluntary swallow. From alcohol problems, which were very popular at time, to killing somebody, I didn’t like. My chief or other higher ups would rescue me. I would be part of their society from that moment. I couldn’t. I just wanted to have kind life. Perhaps that lack of ambition helped me, as I didn’t get involved in some internal affairs. You know, mafia people most often die from hands of other mafia people.

Why it happened in police, you ask? It did happen in army, police, law courts, mass media, and politics of course. That way, there were no mistakes in the system. There was case of famous serial killer, red spider. Police was under pressure to catch him. They caught some guy, who had family problem. In the crossfire of questions, he broke out. Socialist authorities announced success. Trial took some time, and during it, police found out, that guy was innocent and even who was real perpetrator. But socialism didn’t make mistakes. Guy was hanged. True story, there is even movie Red spider from 2015 about it. At time of trial police knew, judge knew, local politics knew. What they did? They strengthened social order in country and faith in socialism. Serial killer stopped his procedure or done it smarter. He lived long years after trial.

If you wanted to have career in socialist country, you needed to sell part of your soul. If you were lucky, you didn’t have case, when higher ups ask you for silence and to watch innocent die. If you were unlucky, they asked you to dirty your hands and there was no other option. In the end, there was no lucky ones, as unlucky made them to dirty their hands.

Still, it couldn’t go on. Mafia is net of useless people after all. They don’t produce anything. They rip without sawing. Luckily for Poland, local Poland socialists weren’t suicidal. Or maybe there were enough forcefully taken to mafia, that they blocked suicidal ones. Economy showed socialist authorities without pants. Literally too. They back off, when Russian empire had inner troubles with pants too. Country started to change. People were ready to change.

I was retired for years. I took side jobs to help police sometimes.

That newest case was complicated. Someone called police, that there was murder of owner in hunter house near Halfcity. Police sent patrol. Hunter house was found burned to the ground. Fire was fresh. Police technicians found no body in wreckage. Point was, owner of house was woman, which husband disappeared right at that time.

It was similar to cases from my socialist times. Someone wanted to frame another. I could see it. Perhaps murder killed some woman and thought, that he killed owner. He wanted to frame husband. Husband came and found body of, probably, his secret lover. He panicked. He took body and burned house. Probably he wanted to pretend, that nothing happened, but he saw that police was asking questions. He ran. Nice story, I thought. I could be mistaken in so many points. One thing I was sure. The real killer was the one, that called police.

I told my theory. They wanted me to help them catch real killer then.

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POV Main

We were preparing for nice show, as we decided to start our middle circle of supporters. In the meantime I did usual stuff. It was during one of those usual moments, when I went to crematory for another body, that something changed.

Normally automatic mechanism throw body to bathtub filled with cold water. Then it was lying or floated in water. This body was sitting and it wasn’t dead.

Man looked at me astonished.

-= Hi. – I said as friendly as I could.

-= Hi. – He said, but didn’t add anything more.

-= Maybe you could dry yourself. Water today is cold, weather not so warm too. – I knew, I had Monty Python kind of reaction. I couldn’t hold back myself.

-= Do you know, why I am here, wearing suit. – He stood out from water.

-= Do you want philosophical answer or last few days summary?

-= Last few days.

-= Well. You died for starters. I had copy of your death certificate in my laptop. You were burn up officially in crematory, which stands behind your back. Now let us go to your afterlife. I’m joking, I’m joking. My side job was to take your parts, but it would be better, if we talked.

He was spooked by me. He tried to run. I shot him with lightning. He had lot of convulsions. Diana didn’t react as strong as him. I took him and tied to chair. He was fighting, but I was so overpowered, that I needed to watch, not to hurt him.

-= Can we talk? – I asked him. It should be his only reasonable option.

-= No.

Well, that surprised me. I got to security system through my laptop. I watched recording, as few people said goodbyes to coffin with his body, than watched through fireproof glass, as coffin, at that moment, without his body burned completely. I put laptop that way, that he could watch too.

-= You know those people?

-= Do you really have my death certificate?

I showed him scan in laptop.

-= You know, that my certificate was forged. It’s not real, I’m alive.

-= Ok, I will untie you. Go back to your relatives. – I didn’t know if I was able to do it. I felt, that I should do it, but I already felt pressure of fear on me.

-= Don’t untie me. Let me think a little.

I started to laugh. He joined me in laughing after few moments. I knew, I wouldn’t kill him. You can’t kill somebody, who is able to laugh with you honestly. If you can, there is no salvation for you.

-= So? – I asked after some time.

-= I think, I have no relatives anymore.

-= Want to work for me?

-= What?

-= I asked, if you would like to work for me?

-= Ok. Maybe.

I untied him.

-= You will work mostly with bodies. Mostly human bodies, sometimes animal bodies. I can provide you accommodation and promise that salary will be good. Just inform me earlier, if you would get professional burnout symptoms.

-= That’s all?

-= Yeah. I’m not perfect myself, so I don’t expect perfection.

-= Leon. – He shook my hand.

-= Nameless. And you need to use some alias, as Leon is already officially dead.

-= Maybe Noel.

-= Welcome on deck Noel. – I shook his hand.

POV Huntress

We had twenty three candidates in little theater, we rented for that evening. They were our special supporters. We started from few lectures about Devas system. We told them between lines, that they were important, exceptional and special. Then we let them speak, what they fell about Unlimited Devas and Devas system, as I called our teachings. Whatever they told us, singly or in groups from stage, they had positive feedback from us. Then, there was pause for treats and free talks.

After that, main part started. No, main part started, when we used [Will resonance] to prepare them for magic. Our magic show started then.

I, En, Lynx and Lily were standing at stage. Mercy stood before us and told lecture about magic. Mirror, Asmo and Coal were inside monitoring supporters as they sat in the theater audience. Luigi, Hail and Sith were doing their things, but were also on standby, if something unexpected happened.

I failed to notice, that Mercy ended her part. Headlight shone on me. I went to two big, transparent bowls with water. I frozen water in them, till they burst apart. I went back. Headlight shone on En. He stopped facing cubic metal construction suspended from the ceiling. He shot two lightnings, one from each hand, that destroyed metal. He disappeared in shadow, as headlight was on Lynx. He hit big gong, that deformed with loud sound into wavy structure. Lily was last one. She sent plasma ball over the audience and back.

Then, Mercy told them, that perhaps, they didn’t believe their own eyes. That evening, they got chance to come closer to magic, to even touch it. We needed them, to divide themselves on four groups, with maximal number of seven people. Each group for one kind of magic. They were nice, and divided themselves on groups with six and five members. Mercy joined smaller one.

I got prepared jars filled with water. I let them touch jars, then frozen them slowly as I didn’t want them to be hurt by broken glass. Some even put fingers later to water, when I was freezing things. I also froze some fruits after someone bit them. Another bit was cold.

There was many questions, but all of them led to main question, could they learn, how to do magic. I told them, that we chose them, to check, if magic could be shared. As we got it from Devas. We even was able to fund scholarship for those who had talent in magic abilities. If they haven’t those talents, they shouldn’t be worried, as we needed insiders to help us manage our organization.

The real thing weren’t words. Real thing was fire in eyes. Some had fire of passion. Others fire of jealousy. Some had flame of greed. Others cold fire of superiority feeling.

I wondered, if we didn’t prepared them with [Will resonance], would there be person, who would walk away, after what they saw that evening.

After close presentations, we gathered all together. Mercy gave finishing talk. It was about secrecy, potential and she praised Devas. People would stay with their groups and learn under respective Devas. Lynx would teach plasma ball for starters, as for sonic boom was needed unhuman level of strength. We let them go home then.

Whole event was recorded by five different cameras.

I was proud of myself. Even if majority of them wouldn’t learn any magic, they would be great evangelists of Devas system.