MEAN SPIRITED
Sometimes it takes a real hard-ass to get things done. A real bitch.
As far as the city of San Paro is concerned, that role has always fallen
to Mayor Jane Derren: the reason the City Security Act exists at all,
the reason that the city is a war zone these days.
Kaspar Danko, operational commander of the Praetorians, thinks
that Derren s a pussycat, though just another emotionally scarred soul
trying to wring some measure of retribution from a world that wronged
her. Aletta Cadagan, on the other hand, is the real deal.
Perhaps it s because she shares his qualities that he likes her
so much she s impersonal. Doesn t like to share small details. Prefers
to talk straight. Somewhere along the way she lost an eye, too. Didn t
stop her from kicking the world s ass, though. Hell, she barely seems to
consider it a loss likens herself to Odin, king of the Norse gods,
who lost the same in exchange for wisdom. She says she can see what s
going on in San Paro clearly enough. Knows exactly what it ll take to
solve it.
A single glance at Cadagan and Danko can tell she s been through
the same kind of warzones he has, the kind that leave most soldiers
changed for the rest of their lives. San Paro barely fazes her. She
gazes down upon its streets the same way a strict teacher does an unruly
class. What s needed is fear, she says. Fear of punishment. Fear of
authority. Fear of death. This last, she adds with deliberate emphasis,
watching Danko s face to see how he ll react.
I m listening, he says.
Forget the bureaucracy of the judicial system, she tells him.
The quickest way to inspire dread among the criminal fraternity is to
fill the streets with the bodies of their brethren. The moment regular
folk begin to see GKing and Bloodrose bodies being loaded into meat
wagons by the dozen, they re going to think again before going to the
same nightspots; or cruising in their low-riders looking for trouble; or
picking up a gun and deciding which security van or civilian to point
it at.
Nope, Aletta Cadagan s not in this for the good of mankind. She s
in it for money, plain and simple. Cadagan is all about the bottom
line. Forget justice. Forget right and wrong. All that matters is that
we manage to inspire fear. Fear of the kill count. Fear of being on the
losing side when the smoke clears. Because when all s said and done,
it s the winners who get paid.
San Paro is awash with vermin, she says. Before long there ll be
nothing left. She hasn t come to this town to fight rats for scraps;
she s here because she knows that Justin Teng s blue-sky ideals are the
same ones that bring profit to hawks like her. In order for the
Praetorians to prevail, the rats are going to have to go. The Praetorian
project cannot sustain the same level of conflict that it does and
still remain viable.
She takes the same rhetoric she learned from her father a stout
Irishman, and owner of Cadagan Private Security, a man with a face like
thunder and a temper that could hush a storm to silence and puts his
logic to good use. She tells Danko that her plan will require
investment. If she s going to build a pile of bodies high enough to be
seen from every criminal hideout in San Paro, she s going to need the
best troops and the best gear money can buy: high-ordinance explosives,
better armor, faster cars; every gadget, in fact, that Justin Teng can
lay his avaricious little hands upon.
Provide me all this, she promises, and I will deliver results.
Danko agrees. Tells her she ll have what she needs. Privately,
he wonders if he hasn t unleashed a monster upon this city wonders if
he s ever going to be able close Pandora s Box again, or whether the lid
has simply blown off for good this time.
He knows he has to go dark on this one. If Teng or Choi, or any
of the others catch wind of the purge Cadagan s got planned, they re
going to have a shit-fit. Problem is: Cadagan can only keep her word as
long as Danko sends her the kind of top-drawer operatives capable of
making her plans stick.
That s where YOU come in.
You ve already got the relevant experience. And by now, Danko
knows you can keep a secret. You re made of the right stuff. You can
execute his orders yet keep quiet about what you do and why you do it.
Aletta Cadagan is waiting for you on the Beacon. You can take
your orders from her now. Don t cross her. Don t answer back. And
whatever you do, make sure you deliver.
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