TRANSITIONOptional music track to go with reading!
In massive and darkly lit room the Mayor sat. His oil bleeding eyes were hidden in the darkness save for the occasional glimmer of his optics against the fireplaces light. They gazed longingly at a photo on the desk. If only the accident hadn't happened. His disfigured mechanical face still felt the ghost of what once was, and his desire to make things better filled his heart with an unholy immoral rage. There was no price to great, nor distance to far, he would go to get back what belonged to him. The BlackStar must be found, it's the only way to obtain the cure. The man in the room would sooner exterminate the remaining population than give up the remnants of his mechanical empire. He was close, he could feel it. The mutant that knows its location has abandoned the city. Possibly making it's way towards the giant outpost of the former Great Britain. Greyfields greatest enemy. Ever since the fall of the world nations, Britain has held fast, even after the great burial. Barnabas gritted his mechanical jaw against his human teeth. The mutant, and whoever is helping the mutant, will never see Britains walls.
Barnabas slams his fist down on a com-link.
"BRING ME THE CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD!"
A desperate compilation of yelling and scrambling noises could be heard on the other side. The secretary nervously answered back.
"W- Were sending him up right now Mr. Mayor!"
"Well send him up faster you incompetent piece of trash!"
Barnabas stands up from his desk and leans over it. The doctor said the stress wasn't good for the flesh around his jaw. He rotates his jaw a little and waits impatiently for the door to open.
A police bot a lot like Matt enters the room and flashes a salute.
"Reporting for duty, Sir!"
The Mayor grumbled something under his breath and suddenly made himself deceptively calm.
"Captain, the mutant is not in my cells. It's been a whole week since it's last sighting. Even the street goons had found it's truck faster than your force could carry out. Why are my orders not being accomplished."
"Were working as hard as we can, sir. Just yesterday one of our walkers reported giving chase to a small truck into the redzone."
The Mayor seemed pleased by this news. He smiled, revealing a row or mangled teeth.
"Send the aerials in after it. And take the mutant, ALIVE. Kill the others."
