What the ALF recruits did not know as they left the briefing room was that, not far off, another briefing was being done, in the headquarters of the NSPD- New Seattle Police Department. It was on a multitude of patrol officers about to be issued into a high Ahd’Me activity area.
”the ALF use either degree 0-1 or degree 8.0 as spies. Degree 8.0 Ahd’Me are very rare, but are virtually indistinguishable from animals, and thus are very dangerous. The city senate is attempting to pass a law that all fauna be deported from the city, but most of the voters are unwilling. Animal rights activists and all that. Degree 0 Ahd’Me are very human-like, but you must remember they are not. It is better to use traditional spy-catching methods, rather than look for animal traits. Degree 1 Ahd’Me are difficult, but not impossible, to find. Usually, you will have to do a strip search to determine this. Look for superfluous body hair, strange birth marks that resemble stripes or spots of an animal, strange facial figures, et cetera.”
“Remember- 98% of known Ahd’Me in New Seattle are members of the ALF. If the Ahd’Me, when caught in questioning, declares he is not, the onus of proof is on him, not you.”
A young man raised his arm. He had hard features, those that could only exist on a soldier.
“Yes, soldier?”
“Officer Julian LeCroix, sir,” the young man said in salute.
“Proceed, officer.”
“This is a rumor I noticed you failed to address- are Ahd’Me really shot on sight in certain areas?”
The presenter furrowed his brow, as if he was thinking about something, calculating. That was only for a split second, then he responded.
“Nonsense! All Ahd’Me are questioned before any action is taken. Patrol officers are encouraged, if they encounter an Ahd’Me, to arrest them by the most peaceful means possible.”
“What about other officers?”
The smile that came with the previous response faded into a scowl.
“I sense these questions are pointed, Officer LeCroix. What are you getting at?”
“All I’m saying is, the rumors aren’t totally unbacked. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
He did. Everyone did. About three months ago, VNC, or Veritas News Channel, was hijacked by an anonymous source. It showed what was apparently a police video of a SWAT team massacring unarmed and unarmored Ahd’Me.
Though the state said it wasn’t true, a lot of people believed it was. Apparently, Julian LeCroix wanted answers.
Again, the furrowed brow and scowl vanished mysteriously, as if they were never there. “Officer LeCroix, we all know those tapes were phonies. You could see that the uniforms were green. The NSPD SWAT is issued blue uniforms.”
“I’ve reviewed the tapes. Apparently the color balance was off, and there was an inordinate amount of yellow, which discolored the screen. I restored the tape to the normal color balance. The uniforms were blue.”
“And why should we trust you, Officer,” Finally, all masquerades of humor were thrown away. The presenter had asked a question obviously meant to persuade the audience to his position; “When we have credible evidence that the balance was perfect?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you are making very threatening accusations when you yourself are not so credible to make them. Now stand down, and no more questions or comments from you for the remainder of the presentation, if you please. I would also like to see you in my office after the briefing.”
It was decided that Julian LeCroix was no longer fit to work on the NSPD on account of fraudulent charges against the very organization he was under. Though his comrades believe he was retired to New Houston, he was executed in his home on December 8, at 2212 hours.
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Various murmurs finally aroused as the newly initiated members slowly came out of the briefing room.
“Alright,” Gabriel said, approaching the group. A lot of them looked at him with a prejudice that is reserved for the young. Gabriel was 25, hardly at a leader’s age, and, being a fox-based Ahd’Me, he looked younger than he really was- he could pass for a pre-teen. But, as the Colonel had once said, he made Alexander the Great look like Gandhi.
“I’m here to pick the members for my squad,” he said, projecting well enough to silence even the quietest murmurs. However, there were several snickers, which he ignored.
“Warren Hunt, Donald Montero, Idina Williams, Akki Korcs. Step forward.” The way he projected his voice made it sound very adult, years older than his real age. It sounded unnatural coming from such a small and seemingly young being.
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