There's a list of names prominently displayed on a bulletin board at SPPD headquarters in Midtown. All the names belong to former members of the SPPD, and they all have betting odds attached to them. It's the departmental sweepstakes on which of their former colleagues - just about all of them having left the department under various dubious circumstances - will next turn up among the ranks of the Praetorians. Miguel Estebano's name is top of the list, and the first name to have been crossed out the sweepstakes. Inehower won fifty bucks on him, the day the news came through that Estebano was back in town and working for the Praetorians.
Ask anyone round the department; Miguel Estebano was a bad cop. He got results, and cleared plenty of cases, but that was only half the story of his time as a detective with the SPPD. The other half shows up all across his personnel record. Six precincts in just over five years, as one commander passed him onto the other. The stack of brutality and overuse of physical force complaints made against him. The sections of his personnel records removed as part of an ongoing investigation by SPPD Internal Affairs.
In the end, he left the department just a couple of days ahead of the indictment that was supposed to be coming his way. San Paro's a rough town, and sometimes you have to cut corners to get the job done, but Estebano's tactics - coerced confessions, padded evidence, intimidating witnesses whose statements contradicted his, rumours of after-hours vigilante justice incidents - cut way too many corners way too many times. Despite it all, he still had his supporters among some of the departmental Old Guard who congregate in the backroom of Minty's bar, but even they baulked at what happened to that kid over in Red Hill.
The kid was a small-time punk and sometimes-informant. Estebano was leaning on him for some info on a case he was working. The kid was scared, must have given him something - anything - to get him off his back. The lead didn't play out, of course, so Estebano went back to see the kid and express his displeasure.
The kid was sixteen. He's in a wheelchair now, and eats most of his food through a straw. Zero tolerance policing, Miguel Estebano style.
So now he's with the Praetorians, heading up one of their new Special Investigation squads. To his credit, Saul Linklater - another former SPPD man - - refused to have him under his command in Havalynd. Midtown - right in the SPPD's backyard - was too hot for him also, so Justin Teng had him transferred over to the organisation's nascent Waterfront operation.
Miguel doesn't mind. He delivers results, not reassurances. Linklater's a pussy, anyway; talks Praetorian, but still thinks SPPD. Couple of years from now, Estebano's pretty sure he'll be in Linklater's job - or higher - while the former hotshot will be in charge of some 'vital' Praetorian operation way out there in there in the Yard, or some other chickenshit place.
Until then, the Waterfront suits him just fine. Plenty of action going on, plenty of places to go, and heads to bust. He's been told to keep a low profile, but he enjoys those few occasions so far when he's come into contact with some of his former colleagues in the SPPD. Gives him a chance to really rub their noses in it. Old Inehower looks like he's going to have a coronary every time he sees him, especially that last time when Estebano offered to give him the number of his tailor, so the SPPD man could get a discount on a decent-looking suit.
Oh yeah. It's good to be back, and Waterfront suits Miguel Estebano just fine. At least for the moment.
Subject Ground rules.
Appreciate your work on that job you carried out for me. Since it looks like well be working together again, I thought Id better explain the ground rules.
I dont work with tourists, lightweights or fly-by-nights. If youre here, its because youre here to see this thing finished.
I only ask you get the job done. Im VERY flexible on how you achieve that. When I was with the SPPD, there were too many rules holding us back. Rules that only benefited the criminals.
The Praetorians dont have these rules. Thats why Im here, and why I hope youre here too.
Keep it tight.
That was some truly nice work you did. I appreciate it, and the effort you put into policing up the scene afterwards.
Dont leave anything for the media and Hea Chois people to find.
Shes asking around about me again, I hear. She means well, I suppose, but her kind dont understand the lengths people like you and I have to go to in order to get the job done.
If she asks about me, Id be grateful it if you told her nothing useful.
Working with Linklater.
Hell. If its not Choi, then its Linklater. That boy scouts been gunning for me ever since he was my watch commander at the SPPD. Well, were not cops now, Saul. Different organization, different rules.
Hes been asking about you this time, though. Dont worry. Ill handle it. Saul, I can deal with. You just keep on doing what youre doing, and Ill watch your back.
So dont panic. Theres people at a higher level than Saul Linklater who know and approve of the way we do things.
Just remember that.
Remember that op I sent you on? I just got through interrogating one of the crims we arrested on it. It took a little special persuasion probably not safe to go into details here but I shook some good intel out of them, including the location of a major cache of their gangs supplies.
Thanks to the RIGHT person!
Heard what happened on that mission you were involved in. And who ended up taking most of the credit for it.
Hell, I thought I left that kind of crap behind me when I quit being a cop, but this organizations becoming more about covering your ass and shafting the real good guys every day.
Well, some of those good guys know who the credit really belongs to, and well make sure other people do too.
Take care, and maybe see you in Kims Bar sometime soon,
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Subject Biography: Politics
San Paro has a proud democratic tradition. Standing at the east end of Memorial Park, as a doleful reminder to City Hall, and now used as a popular rendezvous point for teenagers with guns, there is a pavilion commemorating the day in 1934 when nearly half a million workers took to the streets to demand better conditions for themselves and their families. In the older parts of town, there are manifold clues to a past when men and women stood together to speak for what they believed in, from boarded-up public libraries to Fellowship meeting halls and working men's clubs
There is still democracy in San Paro. That much is made obvious by the circus that runs through town every fourth year; the carpet-bombing of flags and banners and pins, the hi-jacking of airwaves by unctuous figureheads rolling out their unrecognizable accounts of the present, and calmly reassuring visions of the future. Other clear signals include the characteristic election-day spike in home invasions resulting from over a third of the city's police force being posted in defence of the polling stations; or in the months leading up, the stalling of public works projects and freezing of budgets for social programs, concurrent and co-incidental with an across-the-board ramp in undisclosed party expenses.
It hardly matters that in the last election the turn-out was less than 40 per cent. Or that the result of the online ballots, again administered controversially by Pasoko and their IT subsidiary Ventech, ran in direct and mysterious contrast to the paper ballots collected at the stations. Or that spoiled votes accounted for another 17 per cent of all papers. None of these things were considered newsworthy by the major networks running out of WP or Pattern, or even made inches in the Standard.
Historically, the city has been a two-party democracy. Control has flip-flopped between present incumbents, the Conservative Union Party, and the opposition Social Progressives. Fringe parties exist, but they run from specific minority platforms, such as the Environmental Action Party and Bible First. In reality, these smaller parties function as little more than minor lobby groups, attracting only a tiny percentage of the vote.
The Conservative Unionists carry the right-wing ticket. They are led by Jane Derren, San Paro's youngest ever mayor, and first woman to hold the office. These facts alone would be enough to ensure an unusual degree of scrutiny surrounding her ascension to the corridors of power, but Mayor Derren carries another intriguing piece of baggage. Her father was also the Mayor of San Paro; she was witness to his assassination by Luke Waskawi on the steps of City Hall.
However, hers was not a sentimental appointment. She has proved herself a shrewd operator, lightning-quick to respond to perceived threat, and every shred as politically ruthless as her father before. In the face of escalating violence across the city, she rubber-stamped for the SPPD tough new powers of strip-search and shoot-to-kill. Furthermore she demonstrated a mature pragmatism and no little ingenuity when, faced with crippling shortfalls in the enforcement budget, she licensed civilian groups to bear arms against the gangs. The CUPs handling of the present crisis has been criticized as heavy-handed and callous, but her approach has been lent credence by the manifest failures of the previous administration in the realms of public order and safety.
In contrast the Social Progressives, traditional representatives of the political left, are divided and in disarray. For over two decades they held office in San Paro, a succession of lesser men becoming mayor in the aftermath of John Derren's assassination. . In that time they pushed through a raft of new initiatives designed to take the city forward into the twenty-first century, trying to follow the policies set down by Derren.
Ultimately they failed the very people they were most trying to help. The education reforms they guided through the statute, intended to give autonomy to individual schools and empower them on a local level, have led over time to deep social divisions, as parents with money bought their children's passage into the best-run establishments, thus creating a vicious cycle of educational haves and have-nots. The same thing happened in healthcare, leaving the disenfranchised districts with inadequate provision and an emergency service that could do little more than pick up the bodies in the morning.
In the subsequent years of neglect, bureaucratic incompetence and municipal decline, the scene was set for a resurgence in support for the CUP and the phenomenon that was to be the political career of Jane Derren.
Outside conventional politics, there are powerful lobby groups at work behind the scenes, weaving byzantine webs on behalf of the major corporate players in the city and the industrial-military complex in general. The unrest drives the homeland security budgets, making destabilization a profitable activity. The shift from public service to private provision in the areas of education, health and security has played directly into the hands of the corporations, whose vultures gather about the government wagon train.
There is currently little chance of political change. Despite the turmoil and violence afflicting San Paro, Mayor Derren is still the popular choice in the city. Her hardline stance, with the promise of extra funding for law enforcement, has proved popular in the violent suburbs, and she has somehow managed to remain politically unscathed in a way that her predecessors did not. The social programs initiated by the Social Progressive Party, well-intentioned, shot through with the core values of inclusion and appeasement, have done little to stem the flow of violence. Now many citizens are in the mood to fight fire with fire, evinced by the new vigilante movements emerging under license in every district of the city.
Biography: Jane Derren (Part 3)
Things snowballed. Old friends and political allies of her father - or so they all claimed - came out of the woodwork, all of them wanting to associate themselves with the Derren name again, all of them wanting some of the voter-friendly heat she was giving off. Taking careful advice, she was able to pick and choose among them, selecting only those who would be most immediately useful to her. The advice she followed came from her father.
It was all in his private papers. A comprehensive guide to San Paro public life, all of it carefully collected and written up by John Derren. Who to trust, who not to turn your back on, and who's paying off who. Some of the players were gone, through death or retirement, but many of the same names were still there from her father's day, and in other cases the names may have changed but the same type remained.
She fielded all the offers, sifted through all the deals on the table, and made her choice. She chose the offer from the Conservative Union Party to stand as their candidate for mayor. The news hit San Paro like a seismic shock. Her father had been leader of the CUP's longstanding political enemies, the Social Progressives. Jane Derren stood firm and explained her choice to the constituency - the city's poor and disadvantaged - that had made up the bulk of her late father's supporters. The CUP had been founded with the best intentions, and her father had faithfully served those intentions, she told them, but the party had drifted badly since his death. Take a look at the city around them, and at the tired and worn-out administration that had led it to this point, she asked them. Was this the San Paro her father had wanted for all its citizens? Was today's Social Progressive Party - self-serving, complacent, grown fat and lazy after too many years in power - anything like the party her father had once proudly led?
Then she delivered her masterstroke; her father's notes, culled from his private papers, on what he intended to do in his proposed third term in office. A third election victory would finally silence the voices of opposition in his own party, and give him the moral mandate to do what was truly necessary. His intention was to root out the corruption in San Paro at its source; in the Havalynd boardrooms, in its police department, in City Hall, and - yes - even in the ranks of his own party. John Derren named the names he would be going after, and his daughter revealed them all, very publicly. Some of them were no longer on the scene - the late, unlamented Commissioner Thirly, for example - but many of them were still very much in evidence in San Paro public life, some of them the current leaders of the Social Progressives, including Mayor Finch himself.
The public policies that John Derren had intended to introduce to reverse the rot in San Paro - tough on crime and tough on the causes of crime, the city-wide crackdown to be paid for by cuts to City Hall bureaucracy and well-meaning but inefficient and ineffectual social programs - were more or less what the Conservative Unionists had been advocating for years.
The result was instant uproar. Lawsuits for slander were filed against Jane Derren. The Social Progressive Party tore itself apart in a frenzy of recriminations and counter-recriminations. The press went into a feeding frenzy. Her political opponents dug up whatever dirt they could find on Jane Derren - old college boyfriends, old room-mates willing to attest that she used to smoke pot, armchair psychologists who believed she may have been secretly and severely traumatised by the death of her father to the point of lurking mental instability, rumours that she was a drunk, rumours that some of the time accounted for by her globetrotting was actually spent as a patient in a private mental institution.
None of it mattered. She was bulletproof. The election was a foregone conclusion, and the CUP was swept into office by an electorate desperate for someone with the guts to do what needed to be done to make their city a decent place to live again.
Biography: Nekrova International
Nekrova International is a Russian firearms manufacturer that began life as a state-run assembly plant for motorcycles. Named after Denva Nekrovazhinsky - a Communist revolutionary hero - the Nekrovazhinsky Motorcycle Works was built over the period 1933-1939 at an industrial location just outside of Kharkiv. Following the German invasion of 1941, Stalin ordered hundreds of factories moved east out of Ukraine and western Russia and Nekrova's main factory was moved by rail to Jekaterinburg and merged with the Serega Aero Factory No. 168 to create the Stalin Ural Aero Factory No. 168. The factory went on to provide vital materials for the Russian war effort, in particular aeronautical engines and airframes, though materials shortages during the latter stages of the war meant many production lines were recalibrated for firearm production, particularly in the run up to the Siege of Stalingrad. After the war, aeronautical production was scaled back and the company moved into manufacturing ICBM rocket components, while more fully devoting itself to the manufacture of small and heavy arms.
Level Name 10 Street Justice (10 Joker Tickets)
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