Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding. - Albert Einstein
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It is a beautiful day in Grand Central, the capital city of Mayalia.
The citizens of the country were all busy bustling around with their usual routine – with shopkeepers readying their merchandise to sell to their customers. Mothers and wives were hanging out their laundry to dry whilst students were hurrying to their schools.
Grand Central, the capital city of Mayalia had always been a grandious place, with the several tall white buildings with countless glass panes fitted into it. The marketplace that could be found in Grand Central is bigger than anywhere else – whatever that one couldn’t find in the other cities and towns of Mayalia, they are sure to find it in Grand Central. And it also goes without a doubt that the headquarters of the Council as well as the New Army could also be located here.
It is also on this beautiful day when one could find a group of students gathering outside the headquarters of Grand Central, all of them staring up at the grandiose buildings of the Council’s headquarters with awe visible in their eyes.
One of the adults with the group of students who seems to be their teacher was checking off names on a checklist that he had with him, nodding to himself. “All right, everyone seems to be here,” he murmured mostly to himself before turning towards the sharp-looking government official with him. “Everyone seems to be here.”
The official nodded. “Very well. Before we go in, please leave all your cellphones and any communication devices at the entrance,” he told the students, raising his voice so that the students could hear him above the babble of voices. “No photography of any sort is to be taken in the premises, so please bear that in mind and follow me.”
The students then followed their teacher and the official into the building of the Council headquarters, heading up to one of the higher levels of the building. The student tour group then stopped outside a door with a plate with the words ‘Restricted Personnel Only’ on it.
“This is the room where the records of every living person in the world was registered.” The government official told the students. “Even after they’re dead, their records will still be kept in here. As this is extremely sensitive information, only certain personnel are allowed in here. Now, moving on…”
The student tour group then headed further down the hallway, leaving behind a small figure wearing a baggy black jacket that seems strangely loose, as well as a black baseball cap that is hiding their face from view.
A passing security guard noticed the lone figure and approached him. “Hey. Are you lost? What are you doing here?” he enquired, approaching the figure.
The small figure said nothing even as he removed his gloved hands within the pockets of his jacket and lifted his head slowly only to reveal a feminine face and dark blue eyes accompanied with a sinister smirk. The now identified girl lashed out with her left hand, grabbing the surprised guard by his neck and snapped it cleanly, letting the body of the guard slump down to the ground silently.
Yuri Lorewell looked left and right quickly before removing the walkie-talkie from the belt of the now dead guard. She then removed her baggy black sports jacket that she’d stolen from the school whose student tour group that she had infiltrated, revealing a black shirt that she is wearing underneath, with a black hooded jacket and jeans, along with gun holsters attached by her side, with a short blade in a holster at the back of her waist.
Yuri then pulled out a earpiece and placed it into her ear, pressing two fingers to it in order to turn it on. “I’m in,” she spoke briskly into the communicator.
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Hunted
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