September 17th, 2022, 20 years into the supernatural apartheid
Send to:
Elijah Konrad
Warden
Camp Merced Internment Center
Dear Elijah Konrad,
I humbly request that these supernaturals listed below who are currently in your custody be immediately prepped for transfer to elsewhere. It is not important where and why, but rather it is important that you take the necessary precautions to ensure that they do not attempt to escape while they are in transit. It would be a pity for me... and your career. We have a special interest in these four. Ensure the transaction occurs, and you will be heavily compensated for your service. Thank you for your time and effort.
- Subject #3751674 Venus Rose
- Subject #3760440 Lavena Kavanagh
- Subject #3761692 Keith Krat
- Subject #3763447 Kit Bosque.
It was strange really. A handwritten letter, no mention of who the sender was. Konrad checked with one of his lackeys to ensure that the letter was legitimate. He wasn't going to be the fool who let go four supernaturals because someone asked kindly, or pretending to be some bigshot they weren't. There were dozens of handwritten letters sent to him in a day, crying about injustice or pleading to let a son, daughter, wife, husband, brother, sister, whatever. But his secretary reassured him that the letter was sent from someone at the Department of Defense, and it was likely about the transfer request that had been sent in yesterday.
Honestly, the transfer seemed to be the shadiest shit Konrad had seen in a while. Camp Merced didn't often transfer supernaturals, the entire point of the camp was for them to die slowly. Sure, there were some supernatural internment camps that were actually weapon testing sites, and others that were for scientific endeavors, but Merced was neither.
Konrad briefly thought of the reasons why the Department of Defense asked for these supernaturals by name....
And quickly signed the release documents required for the transfer to occur. He was fine with whatever covert crap the government wanted to pull outside Camp Merced, as long as it wasn't his problem anymore. Konrad could probably blame the bureaucrats anyway if anything went south. A claim of a lack of funding was sure to deflect the blame away from him...
Joseph Connors
It would be the opportunity of a lifetime they said. Joseph would serve his country with distinction, and ensure that the government could take out many targets considered untouchable by conventional means. Yeah yeah, that shit was fine and dandy, but the paycheck was the thing that sealed the deal for him. Just survive for four years, and he'd be set for a hundred lifetimes.
But now Joseph wasn't so sure anymore. Most of his doubt probably had to do with the fact he found out this morning that his team was going to be composed of supernaturals from Merced. Oh yes, they said. Forgot about that one detail they did. Don't worry, the supernaturals have kill switches just in case they do something. Yeah, that'll be a comfort knowing they'll die once they rip his body to shreds. Then again, Joseph should have known there was a catc-
"Sir? We've escorted the four up here. They're your problem now."
Joseph glanced up at the guard who had interrupted his train of thought and sighed. "Thanks. I guess." And there the four were, at the entrance to the helipad. He waved over, signaling them to come his way. "Come on! We'd best get moving quickly. You know the fucking drill by now."