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Episode 62: Wrongteous destruction of the keepers of peace

“…you knew God’s law, but you all disobeyed it!
…spent your lives chasing your lust and lies…
…serving your sinful way of life; sick noobs and dirty hackers,
fires of h*** are waiting there for you
…you are all part of the devil’s family, and the truth
you’re all headed straight to hell!
God hates the planet, and all her people
You everyone, face a fiery day for your proud sinning
It’s too late to change the His mind; you lived out your vain lives
storing up God’s Wrath for all eternity…”
–gospel song recorded secretly at Jalonska Church, Henesys
October 2007. This song was aired on Kerning City’s spiritual radio
without permission in November, and aired again on Maple Radio
during the Jack Cowen show for debate purposes a week later.

[…The New Year was kicked off with a series of retaliatory attacks and revenge-based counter assaults
against the valley’s religious groups who have been waging much of the acts of aggression, force, and terror.
Much of the attacks were low-profile hits; ranging between vandalism and attacks of low-key persons involved in
the religious campaign. In response to the destruction of the magicians’ temple in New 7ung Hwang, several gangs
broke into religious establishments, and destroying almost every place they went to. The Kerning City Police got their share payback when several SWAT squads stormed the HQ of the Spirit Warriors and several other places being used to harbor other terrorists and even Justice Arrow warriors. W.A.S.P; the SWAT’s infamous team broke into Gelevin Bunker near the suburb Westborough; killing the 25 Spirit Warriors and 15 JA members sleeping there….
“…despite Dani Jalonska’s severe warning of what the JA promises to anyone who fights the Arrow, KCP chief sheriff
Ash Woods promised there would be combat action if the legions of terrorists continue their unethical campaign against the people. The assault on the Spirit Warriors’ bases and homes is proof that CS Woods made good on his promise…”
–C-WOLF TV news

“…Mother Helen and Father Pattskiy; both priests of the J Church and representatives from Henesys, delivered Jalonska’s words of anger during the press conference outside City Hall. During the 7 minute announcement, the two; both clad in black church attire, issued a warning to the public about the JA’s plan for retaliation after the KCP’s last counter attack left more than 25 bowmen and 20 Spirit Warrior gang members dead. During the announcement, the representatives said things like ‘the Justice Arrow will come fourth, and deliver the first painful hits of the Migrator’s wrath upon the city’, and the comment ‘Thank the Migrator for dead troops’. While the third statement infuriates war vets, and KCP officers and the public in general, the priests were rushed off stage by the mob of angry protesters who gathered around during their appearance. As for the what the JA has in store for the magicians and ‘satanic cops,’ we have to wait and see…”
—KLON Radio 97.5fm/970am (Kerning City)

10:31 AM
Xanga Animal Clinic,
District 119, New 7ung Hwang
Rusty Miller grunted loudly as the doctor jammed the small knife into his elbow. Even though the doc injected the guy’s arm with herbal medicines and stuck him with needles to block the pain, it still hurt like hell.
“Yeow!” Miller grunted as the doc stuck the tweezers in under the funny-bone and pulled out the 2-inch lead arrow tip.
The doc dropped the arrow tip on the metal tray next to the other blood coated tools he used.
The nurse standing over him quickly stuck a cloth on the wound to jam the blood flow.
The two talked rapidly in Chinese as they worked quickly to seal the wound.
Miller kept squinting as he lay on the bed staring upward at the white lanterns above.
Standing at the doorway was Chipp; the cop still in his stolen JA uniform. A mandarin-speaking local SEA Lander cop was also there translating the conversation between Chipp and the doc.
20 minutes later, bandages were wrapped tightly around Miller’s elbow, and he sat up. “Thanks,” he muttered.
The doctor and nurse talked in Chinese to the Officer Bo.
“The doctor says your arm is badly damaged and will need week to heal liao. But no damage to nerve tissue. The arrow tip hit an artery and the muscle, so it will bruise and hurt. You should go to hospital when you can,”
“Allright, tell the doc thanks. Miller! Let’s go!” Chipp barked in his loud voice.

The Wan Chai police station got blown up during the night; the fifth police station destroyed now. The building was now just a smoldered carbon coated steel skeleton. Everything else was burned to a smoking crap heap at the bottom.
Turns out the officers inside never even saw it coming.
Chipp’s team left Miller under the order of another SWAT leader, who was arguing with other captains.
“Sir! We need this guy! He can do sniper duty!”
“This guy’s been on duty for nearly 24 hours, without any food or rest, and look; his shootin’ arm is busted up. He’s useless out here! How the hell you expect him to serve you well?!” the inspector snapped.
“We’ll put him on radio or surveillance-“
“Get the point; an injured worn down cop is useless! This isn’t the Maple War! And we took out most of the enemies during the night! The SWAT is sending in more men!”

Because of crappy cop infrastructure, Miller had to take the bus back south. It was past 11 when he finally got on the express bus bound for Downtown. The big vehicle moved slowly as it lumbered over the snow covered streets. An hour later, the bus made it to Naora Station, the big transit exchange. From there he took another bus out west to Oakridge, an industrial district where the big police HQ was located.
Finally Miller reported to his boss, told them everything and his arm was inspected again.

4:40 PM
After doing hours of paperwork, janitorial service and other bogus tasks, Miller was finally allowed a break.
He sat in the eating room, munching on pizza. The constable told him he won’t be sleeping tonight; he was going back on duty with a different unit. When the superior officer looked into his disdained blood shot eyes, he only handed him a bottle of caffeine pills and an energy drink. Being a cop sucked big time; aside from all the standard duties of being a cop, and then some, the police were overworked and underpaid. Even the low ranking SWAT cops got only 8K an hour, and overtime meant 4K an hour, or even less. He wondered how much those damn well-privileged unionized cops get paid. You had to have connections to be a union member–
“Finish up your R&R, Team 72 is leaving in 30 minutes!” the sheriff shouted.
“Yes, sir” Miller said, and when the cop was gone, “..you ###kin asshole!”

Miller’s whole body ached as he got up and threw his paper plate into the trash; popped a caffeine pill and took a swig from the energy drink.
15 minutes later, he was in the locker room fieldstripping and inspecting a llama staff and Glock pistol.
The staff was completely different than the ones that true magicians used. The ones the cops used were taken apart, and loaded with a magic battery. The staff was much more fragile and prone to damage.
He donned the cheap bulletproof armor, and prepared to move out for another endless night.

Outside in the front parking lot, an old white van pulled in and lurched to a halt. The side door slid open, and several bow masters got out. More vans and trucks entered the premesis from entrances on
Burken Way and through the back alleys. As soon as each vehicle stopped, doors swung open and the members of the Justice Arrow’s Wrath Force teams jumped out. Each bowman’s boots clomped loudly as they hit the concrete. These men, all ranging between level 80 and level 140, were dressed in their standard bowman’s gear. The Bow Masters were proudly wearing the Arzuna uniforms while their inferior Arrowmates wore
low level gear as to keep a low profile.
Each man’s and woman’s bow was ready, and every quiver was loaded.
The rangers and xbow men ran quickly and quietly to specified doors as ordered- mostly service and back doors.
Level 166 Bow Master Isaiah Shasmecka, almost 7 feet tall, and a good 280 pounds of mean muscle, strutted around carrying his 40 pound custom-made ‘Heaven’s Revenge’ super bow in his hand.
The weapon itself struck fear into the hearts of the weaker JA members and Spirit Warrior volunteers. The bow looked like a Roikan sevoy, but was bigger. Word had it that the dragon and Roikan sevoy bows could
shoot arrows at a record speed of over 2300 feet per second, almost four times faster than a bullet. A good level 70 bow could shoot arrows at 700 feet per second. The HR bow was capable of shooting
an arrow at over an estimated 4000 feet per second, given the right power applied to it.
Shasmecka’s messenger rang and he put it to his ear. The guys called in saying they were at their positions and that they were ready.
The big burly Bow Master’s mouth creased into a sick smile of an evil pastor. “Very good, men. Wait for the signal, then charge. Your orders are to eliminate everything!”

Accross the street from the police base, another but smaller group of level 80 xbowmen were on the roof of an old business building. Accompanying them was a level 150 named
‘BlowHawk.’ The guys had their bows up and ready, but BlowHawk took center stage (the hole in the roof perimeter fence), and cocked his own HR bow and had it ready. He funneled his own electric energy
into the HR, and the diamond arrows; all of them taped together, began to glow.
One of the troops’ messengers rang.
“Sir, the boss gives the go,”
“Watch this, boys. This’ll teach these crooked donut sucking cops to mess with us!”
BlowHawk picked up the HR bow and pointed it at the front doors of the police building. The arrows glowed, and became brighter than the streetlights.
“Fire!”

All at once, the energy exploded from the cluster of arrows as they were all shot from the bow. In a split second, the energy vaporized the arrows; spreading the matter to form
a 10 foot long glowing DragonSoul arrow. The thing was made of pure energy now- much of it stored up and compressed within the cage formed by the diamond molecules, and to be released in
colossal blast upon impact.

At the front desk, a young female officer; fresh from the police training academy was working on the computer filling out reports. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of bright light. She
looked up and screamed-

The DragonSoul arrow slammed into the doors and exploded, and BOOM!, unleasing a temendous blast that shattered the doors and widows, ripped walls apart, twisted the metal structure in the walls, and reduced the cement, drywall was reduced to fine dust. The officers in the rooms within 40 feet of the front doors never had a chance. That nice young woman was ripped to shreds by splinters, shrapnel, and shards of glass.

The rangers in the back powered up their arrow bombs and took out protruding structures outside. The Arrow Bombs detonated on their target, wiping out the communication areas.

The blasts rocked the whole building. Everyone, wherever who was, looked up from their business.
Miller stopped for a brief second as the light above him shook with the blast vibrations.
Meeko Starma, level 18 civillian magician, messy shoulder length blue hair, aquamarine eyes, and a pretty face, was roused from her sleep by the blast. Her blood ran cold as she raced through her thoughts
on what that boom could have been.
Within seconds, more smaller explosions shook the building as doors and windows were blasted out. The rangers charged, and opened fire on the confused cops!
Arrows sliced through air and bodies as the JA troops strafed and rained arrows down on everything they saw.

The Bow Masters walked fearlessly through the hallways strafing cops point blank.
Some cops grabbed their guns and shot back- before getting shot up.

“What, is it the terrorists or something?”
“Let’s go, let’s go!”

Meeko cried and wished desparately to wake up from this nightmare as she heard her baby cry. She desparetly wanted to get out. “It’s going to be allright!” she cried as she
threw on her baby blue hoody, and picked up the baby and started for the door- The knob turned and it opened-
‘O.m.g!’ she cried.

The cop saw her as he shut the door behind him. “Stay in here and get down!” he said, running out through another door, and locking it.

The Bow Masters charged the terrified cops, stepping over shredded bleeding bodies as they fired their arrow storms on the rest. Cops hardly squeezed their own triggers before they convulsed as they were shredded alive!
Using his Sharp Eyes spell, Shashmecka took out cops left and right. His girlfriend and fiancee, Herma Baskaya, a level 180 bow mistress, an equally tall, slim, and mean looking machine of a woman showed the same lack of human compassion as she strafed the walls around her, blankly shooting up every living thing that hid in the offices and interrogation cells. The reinforced metal and concrete behind the drywall was no match for Baskaya’s arrows!. Walls collapsed all around her as clouds of blood caked dust emerged. Two young rangers kicked down the doors that lead to the secured detainment section.
The many Permanoobs, civillian magicians and hackers screamed in horror as the rangers entered the room. They picked off the hackers. Before they turned around to report to their boss, Baskaya, an evil righteous expresson of rage on her face, swung her bow at one of the magicians- The poor bastard’s ribcage, and skull shattered and exploded as the senile bow mistress whacked him with a blow that would break apart a giant boulder.
The magicians, all young and old, stared up in cold horror. Baskaya laughed out loud. “Prepare yourselves, you heathens, for eternety in HELL!!!” she shouted, taking some arrows, and fired up the
all mighty Arrow Hurricane attack. Arrow Hurricane was something way worse derived from Arrow Storm- While Arrow Storm fired arrows like the strafe attack, the hurricane turned the current of arrows into a whirlwind, and with a bow-women as powerful as 180, those arrows were whipped up to seven times the windspeeds inside a tornado!
The magicians and others didn’t even get to see the end- they were pureed and shreeded to bits along with the furniture, computers, windows, walls and ceilings. The guys upstairs fell into the arrow storm and faced the same fate!. Using her bow as a duel tipped wand, Baskaya expanded the range of her hurricane! Cops were taken out by the dozens as everything around them was shot to crap!

In the other end of the building, Meeka hid under the steel desk, holding the baby tightly as she cried. The baby howled, as she tried to confort her.
The rangers and snipers went a head, popping off cops left and right.

Armed with the high powered P90 gun, Rusty Miller and the other guys from Team 27 rushed through the hallways and corridors, passing confused and scared cops. The shots of arrows sounded close like gunshots now. “Attack! Shoot to kill!” The captain shouted. Miller, fully clad in armor, and a helmet squeezed the trigger of his P-90 with his left hand. His right arm hurt like hell and he couldn’t use it.
One guy chucked a smoke bomb at the rangers.
“Grenade! Get back!”
The thing exploded, filling the hallway with thick orange smoke. The SWAT team charged, weapons blazing. Bullets, stars, energy bolts, even snail shells whizzed through the orange smoke cloud.
The guy next to Miller threw a flash grenade. “Flash!”
The guys squinted their eyes shot as the thing went off, emitting a flash brighter than the Sun.
As soon as the light disappeared, they charged through the smoke and opened fire on the retreating rangers.
“Take them out!”
Miller charged, his P90 blazing. He cut a swath accross from left to right, shooting both rangers in the midsection, slicing up their kidneys and intestines!. The sins and hermit in the SWAT team rushed up and whipped steely knives through their skulls.

The Bow Masters broke into the basement and found the electrical control room. They quickly fired arrow bombs into the room. The blasts destroyed the electrical supply switchboards.
Light bulbs tubes and crystals exploded as the power surged, then died. Now the whole building was in darkness.
Battery powered emergency lights lit up, and light from the street lamps outside poured weak light into the building.
“Damn it! They took out the power station!”
“S###!”
“You cops stop being a bunch of pussies and shoot them already!”
“No way, man! they’re the JA! They’re the JA!”

The hallway was in total black darkness, lit up only by arrow strafe or rain, bullets or magic bolts. Miller strained to see his target as he squeezed the trigger on his gun. Through the flash of light, he saw the very faint outlines of arrow rain coming at him!
Miller jumped back, just narrowly missing the arrows!
The SWAT men managed to kill the rangers, but not before they killed ten of their men.
A flash bomb went off, and Miller was blinded by the light. He screamed as he threw his hands to his eyes. He heard the guns of his team going off and a few enemies grunting as they got hit.
An arm grabbed Miller by the arm and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go!” the guy shouted.
Suddenly the whole place began to shake violently.
“What the hell?” the captain muttered. But Miller already knew what that sound meant. He was there before. By the grace of the gods, he was spared from being shredded by arrow hurrican once, and he wasn’t going to let it get him this time! In a blind panic, he charged through his team, screaming “Get back! Get back!”
The rumbling grew louder, and became deafening.
“What the hell?-“
The arrow hurricane tore downward from the ceiling, cutting down the SWAT team, and sliced through the floor, destroying everything!
Miller saw the strieks of arrows in the dim emergency lamp light. He ran. Miller ran for all he was worth! He arrowfire grew louder behind him. The bow troops were getting closer.

He ran about a hundred feet through the dusty dark till he ran into an unhit part of the building.
Cops, good samaritans, and of-the-street volunteers were handing eachother automatic weapons.
“Let’s go!”
“Swat! Here!” one of the guys shouted, thrusting an AK-47 into Miller’s hands.

Meeka looked out at the door and saw silouettes of people running. The window was grooved, and translucent so she couldn’t see who they were. She saw one shadow holding up a bow and firing some arrows.
“o.mg!” she cried “Please go away!”
The baby kept crying.
“Destroy all those filthy heathens!” a bow master shouted. “We are the Migrator’s army and this is the wrath of righteous justice! Embrace it, you sodomites, this is the last of pleasantries before your final descent into the fiery realms of hell!”
She cringed and shivered at every word, despite the man was behind the wall. Thin wall, composed only of drywall, plywood, insulation. Nothing against arrows.

Nearby, the rangers entered new rooms, shooting off cops. One officer jumped up from behind a workstation cubicle, and fired several shots with his pistol. One bullet bounced off the ranger’s hinkel, the other missed and cracked the window behind the ranger, who then shot the cop- two arrows right through the man’s heart. He dropped dead.

Meeka heard these newer, louder gun and arrow shots. She shook uncontrollably each time she heard the arrow strafe. in the distance, the rumbling sound started up again.

The Bow Masters blasted open the gas pipes and ignited the flammagle gas. Like a freed beast, the fire spread rapidly. The crossbow masters used their energy and surrouned the arrows with oxygen gas, and lit the tip. They fired them into the pipes. Gas explosions ripped apart the pipes, and the wildfire spread. The smoke spread quickly.

Bow Master Shasmecka walked by the inspector’s office. The inspector came out when he passed, cocked his shotgun and fired. The bullets hit the guy’s quiver and bounced off. Shasmecka turned around, and fired one arrow. The arrow blew off the cop’s head.
“Hey, you!” The inspector’s assistant shouted. “Eat this!” The cop uleashed a round on his M16 before getting blown apart by a stream of arrow storm. The arrows cut through the man’s chest. The force was so strong he was lifted off his feet and flew back 20 feet before slamming into a vending machine. Dead.
More cops were trapped now by fire. The bowmen now just shot their legs, and left them wounded to be burned alive.
“This is your first glimpse of hell! Embrace it, you filthy scum! Embrace your one way return back to the hells of which you came from!”

Meeka looked out from under the desk and saw a bowman’s shadow in the window of the door. She held her baby tight and squeezed her eyes shut. Beyond the door, the rapidfire sound of arrow strafe ehoed.
Miller was pinned down behind a metal door. The ranger then fired arrow rain at him which just took out the window. “Damn asshole, I’ll kill you!” Miller shouted.
He pulled his .45 out of his holster and popped off three shots, one in the leg, two in the gut. The ranger fell instantly. Before he could lift his bow to shoot again, Miller jumped up from his hiding spot, firing several bullets into the ranger before he slammed into the door.

Meeka swore her heart stopped when the door crashed open and some one entered. Someone’s in here!”
Outside in the hall, bullets and arrows cut through the smokey air. One cop charged like he was in blind range and got shot down. Then Meeka’s baby started crying.

Miller’s mind went into overdive when he heard the sound of a baby crying. It was the human cry for food, or love, or some other form of care. Upon hearing that sound in the middle of combat, Miller knew, that as part of his species mental programming, he realized he was required to find, and protect that baby. He closed the door, and jammed a chair under the knob.
Searching for the source of the echoing cry, he looked under the desk.

“Don’t kill me!” Meeka shouted desparately at the man. “I didn’t do anything, I swear!” she cried.
The man looked at her, and the baby. Then he said. “Rusty Miller, KCP SWAT. Let’s get the hell out of here!”
“No! They;re out there!” she cried. Miller’s senses returned. “Crap! I forgot!” he said, lying on the floor in front of her.
“You forgot?! What the f### is that?!”
“No, no, I just, my mind tweaked when I heard the baby crying! That was the last thing I expected!”
More arrow strafe attacks. More cops screaming and dying.

Meeka looked at the cop. All her life, she had seen the SWAT forces as a squad of ruthless impassive faceless bullies. They always came through Panquilia going after rowdy Permanoobs or to shoot up magicians.
This guy was scared crapless, as scared and helpless in the line of fire as she was.
“Is it really the JA?”
“Yup. They got their damn bow masters and everything here, too! This is a clean-out job to them! They want to destroy this place and kill all the cops!”
Miller looked up through the window. It was the kind where you slide up the barrier to open the window and jump out. Good thing they were on the ground floor.
The gunfire became faint, but the rumbling grew loud. Meeka didn’t like the look on the SWAT man’s face.
“Alright, miss, We’re bailing out the window and running!-“
“No! What about Papa? I can’t leave him here! He’s in the common room!”
“The common room’s been destroyed!” Miller snapped impatiently.
“O m g!” Meeka cried.
“I’m sorry, I really am, but if we don’t get out of here, we’re gonna get killed!”
Meeka let him help her to her feet.
“I-I’m so scared!” she cried.
“Hey, join the club, I feel like I pissed my pants. I-“
Miller suddenly finally saw the girl’s face illuminated by the pale-blue of the street lights. Her messy long blue hair sparkled in the light, partle covering her stricken face. It was a snapshot his mind took, and one he won’t forget. She looked at him, but now Miller was more worried about the baby, the life his guity conscience swore him to protect. But he knew he would feel no peace of either the girl or baby got killed tonight.
“R-rusty?”
He snapped back to attention.
“Right. um..” He slid the bottom part of the window up; opening it. “I’ll take the kid, and you climb out okay?”
The girl was too scared, but her survival kicked in and jammed some courage into her spirit. Miller climbed out and was standing on the grass outside. The freezing rain stopped, but it was cold out. The window sill was at level with Miller’s chest. “Here. I’ll take him,” he said, reaching up for the baby. 50 feet away, the wall exploded outward as those damn bow masters whipped up another arrow hurricane!
“Come on! hurry up! Get out!” Miller shouted as she passed him the baby who squirmed and cried. Miller had to fight his anxiety. He was now more scared of dropping the child than getting shot up by arrows.
The magician jumped down.
“Cheese it!” Miller said, taking her by the hand and pulled her as he ran. Within seconds of their hasty foot departure, the office which they jumped out of exploded as the arrow hurricane and fires consumed and destroyed that section of the building.

Miller ran holding the crying baby tight in his good arm as he held the magician woman’s hand with his bad arm. They ran through the bushes and ended up in a back alley. They ran through till they came out to the next open street- Burken Way. They crossed, and waited outside a 7Elevin store. Miller tried to wave over a car, but nobody stopped. They were still in very real danger. The JA was in full force here taking out the precinct. No doubt the evangelical maniacs will be out on the streets tonight. And a cop in torn body armor and SWAT fatigues and a woman with blue hair were big targets.
A truck screeched to a halt.
“Get in!” The driver snapped as Miller opened the door. He ushered the girl in first, then handed her the baby, before he got in, and slammed the passenger door. The gray Ford pickup’s wheels screamed as the shady driver hit the gas pedal.
Miller frantically pulled out his wallet and handed the guy a wad of cash.
“How much is that?”
“Its 20K, man! Please accept it!”
The magician was scared to death. The driver could be a rapist or a serial killer or a noob slayer or…
“Gimme that!” the driver said, snatching the money. “I’m going ice fishing, so where do you want me to drop you off- o my god look at THAT blaze!”
They looked to the left, and saw the police building completely engulfed in flames, and parts of it were collapsing.
“You were there?”
Miller nodded.
“Heard the Justice Arrow’s bow masters were up in there! Screw paying me! I wouldn’t even turn noobs over to the bow masters if my life depended on it! Those psychoes think getting killed
and judged by the Lord or Universal Migrator or whatever his name is, is a reward.”
Meeka stared at the guy confused.
The truck driver was just as panicked and he broke every red light and speed limit to get away.
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neeeed…..sleeeeeep….
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