Five years later. June 1st, 2018.

The Third Revelation, an independently funded religious organization, has fully kicked off its campaign by purging the world of "monsters, demons, and satanic followers," which could create a second holocaust if this were successful. With magic girls, mercenaries, and vigilantes rising exponentially, men and women were scared to be caught in the crossfire.

Especially when the world-renowned vigilante named Lady Memento has been out of the fight, they wanted to control her and the narrative, and she wasn’t going to accept that, even if it meant facing a long prison sentence.

Hearing the news while boarding the double-decker bus while riding through downtown London, he was a small child with black shoulder-length hair and golden-colored eyes. He was wearing a dark hoodie with matching pants and shoes. His brother was working with his father tonight.

The kid felt like he needed some fresh air and was away from it all if that was such a thing. He just prayed that he wouldn't be noticed. Getting here was pain all in itself.

Staring outside the window to see protesters arguing on both ends of the political spectrum was tiring. It was so tempting to tell everyone that you were wrong.

Mercifully, he turned up the volume on his smartphone, “

“Hello, everyone. My name is Marguerite Fuchs, and this is the June 1st, 2018, version of ‘1300.’ Our top story tonight is that we are 161 days from the fifth anniversary of the tragic event in England that claimed 647 lives and injured thousands.

“Now being called the Holy Hire Bombing, a group of contracted military personnel was pursuing a suspect during a war skirmish between the Third Revelation and the Daemonic Triad, a coalition of self-serving pro-daemon revolutionaries now coined by the media.

“In many reports, armed with an electrical weapon, took one shot at the supposed missile to disarm it. Unbeknownst to the contracted military personnel who have remained nameless, it was a Mark 77 bomb containing napalm, only to trigger it, causing an explosion.

“The horrifying event was caught on film as London was showered in a mixture of white smoke and fire on November 9th. Mainly, the napalm bomb took out many who conspired to participate in another global war on terror.

“Thankfully, the global expansion of terror was halted after the incident, causing unidentified operatives to escape. Unfortunately, governmental officials have disputed the contracted military personnel of this ‘elite squad of the Nether,’ and no further information about them has been released to the public since then.

“Three days later, an intricate leak was discovered. A whistleblower who has claimed to have worked for a group called ‘Oleander’ for many years broke their silence. However, their names and likenesses were never leaked. However, who they were caused a bigger stir amongst the public. It turns out that the Oleander Syndicate members were ‘Nether-users’ themselves and acted independently to protect their interests.

“Hours after the leak, many national broadcasters worldwide wanted to question MUSCA and their current grandmaster, Dolph Eichner, only to be met by no answers.

“It has been five years almost to the date of the bombing. An event that changed our world about humanity and understanding, just to name a few, causing constant awareness and knowledge without murder with the Iraqi war finally ending.

“Many believe the people who are responsible for expanding and prolonging the war is MUSCA are only forging bad memories of the oppressed with daemonic heritage who in large part have been wholly misunderstood and had no other options to act accordingly due to society’s misconceptions of them and benefiting on their blatant ignorance.

“While the former faculty was not on file and the former operatives have taken a code of silence, most say it is a new regime who questions the modern practices of the current grandmaster.

"In correlation, we shed more light on the coveted vigilante, Lady Memento. The New York Police Department has her in custody, and the District Attorney's office has released her name to the public.

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“We will not do such a thing since this is under the full scrutiny of how it was handled in the first place. We can only imagine what her family and the backlash are going through."

Fortunately, he was at his stop and would listen to his podcast later...

He immediately got off the bus and went to the nearest restaurant.

Oddly enough, it was peaceful inside. The restaurant had a strong smell of coffee with a hint of caffeine lingering in the air, which gave the kid an energy boost.

He looked around the room and spotted an older man. He had fair skin, was built well, and had short black hair, blue eyes, and a dark beard. The man was wearing a blue vest with a white shirt, just like he said he was wearing.

The kid walked toward the man and sat across from him.

The older man looked up to see the young boy and was happy to see him, “did you find the place, okay?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be...” the kid said.

The old man smiled, "It's so good to see you, Thomas. You are such a handsome young man in person."

The kid named Thomas smiled as well, "I know, sir! You responded so quickly. My brother and my parents are out tonight. I just felt alone and wanted to hang out."

The old man nodded, “Please, call me Vaan.”

"Okay, Vaan," Thomas corrected. "I have never been to this place before..."

“They have the best meat logs in the city...” Vaan boasted with a smile.

Thomas slightly said, “Sounds good.”

“Maybe afterward, I’ll show you my meat log.” Vaan seductively suggested.

Thomas blushed as he looked away, “wow... I don’t know what to say...”

"Let's just take this slow, Tommy. It will be a great experience for you," Vaan insisted.

“So, you’ve done this before?” The bashful Thomas asked as Vaan shrugged.

“Haven’t gotten any complaints yet...” Vaan boasted.

Thomas slightly nodded, “Yeah...”

Vaan then held Thomas' hand as he looked deeply into the boy's eyes, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. This is going to be fun; I promise."

The boy’s eyes wavered to see the man’s expensive wristwatch.

"But first, let's eat. I'm starving," Vaan declared.

Then, the server gave them some water and a menu.

Thomas glossed over the menu as he saw the man happily going over the menu. Not hungry, Thomas set his phone aside and played an episode of his podcast.

"1300. Did you ever hear this podcast?" Thomas asked.

“Once or twice...” Vaan answered.

"They keep talking about this woman called Lady Memento. I would ask what you think of her, but..." Thomas teases.

“A bit of a moldy tart if you would’ve asked me.” Vaan insults.

"Yeah, she is a bit of a bitch..." Thomas egged on. "I wonder if she has any family..."

Vaan sipped his water, “I don’t want to be her two sons right now...”

"Sons? That woman has sons?" Thomas eagerly asked.

Vaan looked at the boy blankly and answered flatly, “I guess...”

“I wonder how many kids she has?” Thomas asked him another open-ended question.

Vaan shrugged, “who knows...”

"Yeah..." Thomas agreed. "I have followed her career since I was little— or littler." He giggled.

“She’s quite the looker...” Vaan blew off.

“You would think someone like her would be more careful... Knowing she might have a family...” Thomas wondered.

“A fucking shame...” Vaan tensely sighed.

“Yeah... I heard people like that keep things close to the chest, only letting a few people in...” Thomas baited.

Vaan was a bit anxious as he set aside his menu, "Hey, why don't we go to my place and watch some TV? I got an X-Box One!"

"AWESOME! I love X-Box!" Thomas said with a gleeful smile. "That must cost you a fortune. The car you showed me in the chat room, wearing a wicked watch, and you have an X-Box!"

Vaan was getting slightly irritated, “yes, I am loaded!”

“You are now!” Thomas added.

“I’m sorry...?” This caught Vaan’s attention.

“I didn’t know who you were, so I did a photo search of a picture you sent me!” Thomas explained.

“You did what?!” Vaan freaked.

"Yeah, is this you?" Thomas showed Vaan a smiling picture of him in a business suit. "This you in the business directory. Senior Accountant/Auditor, Bryant C. Goldstein. Zayne Enterprises London."

This made Vaan jump out of his chair. He tried to intimidate the boy in fear for his life, "I don't know if this is some shakedown, but you will never get a cent out of me!"

The calmy boy pulled out a stack of printed highlighted paper out of his pocket, "Wouldn't pay me enough. Honestly, you couldn't pay me since you are already six hundred thousand in debt. Yet you are riding a Lexus, wearing a Black Customized Rolex Daytona SK II Watch on a fifty-thousand-euro salary. You knew someone from New York who wanted information about Lady Memento. You didn't know who she was at first, but when you did discover 'anomalies in spending patterns of redundant resources' as you claimed they were, you took a gamble. Extorting her husband wouldn't work, so you went to the highest bidder: the District Attorney's Office in New York." Tossing it in front of him.

Knowing Vaan was caught red-handed by a little boy was embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as wanting to have sexual relations with him tonight.

Still, Vaan tried to save himself, "Name your price, kid... Is that why you're here? To make a deal?"

"I'm not the one you need to be worried about," Thomas said. "That's going to be between you and God. Also, the New Scotland Yard."

Then suddenly, police cars circled the restaurant as men in police uniforms came to arrest the bewildered Vaan.

Calmly and collectively, Thomas rose from his seat and left the scene.

"You little son of a bitch. You are a dead man, Tommy!" Vaan threatened as he was being handcuffed.

Thomas then turns around before he leaves the restaurant, "First of all, my name is not Tommy or even Thomas. And I don't give a rat's ass about your empty threats."

With those parting words, the supposed Thomas left the restaurant with the pedophile Vaan and read his rights.