Servent of Chaos

[MikDaTv]

The Restaurant wasn't too crowded. There was only two other families eating currently on the other side of the dining room, sitting in the booths.

Jerry himself was sitting alone at one of the stand alone tables. He was just finishing up his meal and leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. He liked this restaurant, they served great food, it was cheap, the atmosphere was nice and everyone was very kind. It was the kind of restaurant that you took your whole family too after a get together, or where you conducted business with your close business partners. Jerry wouldn't be surprised if more than one woman had gotten engaged here.

He cleaned the area around his mouth with a napkin and rose from the table. He walked himself towards the restroom but paused just long enough to tell the waiter to leave the check on his table.

The men’s restroom was small. It only had two urinals and a single stall. It was probably enough for a small place like this. Jerry doubted they had huge rushes for the bathroom in a nice place like this.

Jerry went to one of the urinals and relieved himself then went to the sink to wash his hands. He smiled when he saw the faucet had a turn handle instead of a motion sensor activation switch. He washed his hands quickly and then grabbed several sheets of paper towel to dry them. Instead of stuffing them into the small waist basket by the door however, he stuffed them down the drain of the sink, followed by several more paper towels. Satisfied that the drain was sufficiently stuffed he turned both faucet handles on to their fullest to let the water flow as quickly as possible.

The sink filled up quickly. A floor drain in the center of the room would thwart his plan however but that was quickly remedied. Jerry withdrew a roll of electrical tape from his back pocket and taped up the drain completely. It wouldn't hold forever against the water but it would hold long enough for the damage to be done. Jerry smiled at his work and left the restroom just as the water was beginning to spill over the edge of the sink. The small corridor servicing the male and female restrooms was clear so Jerry took some extra time to place some electrical tape along the bottom of the men’s restroom door. The door fit tightly in the door frame so little taping was required to ensure that the water stayed in the bathroom.

Jerry smiled and cracked his neck as he walked back out into the dining area. He quickly paid for his check and started to walk out the front door. An idea sprang to his mind though and he stopped next to one of the booths where one of the families were still eating. Withdrawing some gum from his pocket he popped one of the mint flavored cubes into his mouth but did not chew. He leaned over and offered it to the family. "Gum?" He asked. "It's mint. Save it for later."

The mother and father looked at him for a moment. Jerry understood that it was a bit awkward but he just kept the smile on his face. a brief moment later and the mother and father accepted two pieces of gum and one for their child to eat after their meal. Jerry waved both of them goodbye and left the restaurant. He spit the gum cube in his own mouth out as soon as he was out of sight and walked to his speeder. Jerry didn't like gum anyway. He especially didn't like gum that he had laced with a powerful, slow acting hallucinogenic.

The family who had taken him up on his offer of gum however were unaware of this small fact and were in for a wild ride as soon as they chewed their first chew. After about an hour they'd start to hear small things. 30 minutes after that and they'd start to hear full on voices. By the time they hit the 3-4 hour mark they'd be seeing full on apparitions, generated by their own mind and the small amount of drugs in their system. Paranoia was a side effect as well, one which Jerry specifically enjoyed. The Mother, Father and their Child would be so suspicious of each other who knows what would happen. Jerry doubted that the child would ever fully recover psychologically from the experience.

Jerry climbed into his speeder and started it up. It had been a good night, a fine meal at one of his favorite restaurants and a few ripe seeds of chaos sewn into fertile ground. The only downside is that Jerry probably wouldn't be able to return to that restaurant again for fear of being recognized.

Jerry came to a stop at a stoplight, looked both ways and turned left on the red light.

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Jerry's home was in a nice part of town. The residential suburb was always clean. The grass was always cut and gave off a healthy green color in the summer and there were no weeds to be seen in anyone's yard. The people took great care of their homes in the neighborhood, including Jerry.

This however was not his neighborhood. The slum he walked through now was on Baltic Avenue, the cheapest neighborhood in the city. There were no houses or hotels built on this land, it was all rundown apartment complexes and motels.

Jerry walked himself into one of the apartment complexes and walked up the stairs to the apartment he rented on the third floor. His key card opened the door and he let himself in, hanging his yellow rain poncho on the hook beside the door.

While he lived in the suburbs, this apartment is where he does most of his work. He paid for the apartment with money from his personal funds. Some time ago he had come into a rather large inheritance after his mother died. She had been murdered rather brutally. The police arrested a junkie for the crime. Their suspect even confessed to the whole thing. Jerry had been quite careful in the selection of the person to frame for the killing. The junkie was all to willing to do what Jerry wanted once Jerry informed him of the money he would be payed as soon as he got out of prison on parole. The junkie probably wouldn't have gone for it if he had known he'd be killed in prison the day after he was admitted. Jerry smiled at that thought. He had actually planned on killing the Junkie when he got out of jail, or just avoiding the junkie all together, but Jerry was a loyal servant of anarchy and chaos had rewarded him for it.

Jerry turned on his computer console to check his E-Mail. while he waited for it to boot up, he went into the bedroom and put the paper mask on over his face. Even with the mask the smell was still painfully strong. The smell of stale perspiration, urine, fecal matter, vomit and cinnamon rolls was not pleasant to the nose.

On the bed lay his aunt. She, like his mother, was quite rich. Jerry knew that the funds he had inherited would not last forever, and he also knew that with his mother gone his aunt had named him the sole benefactor of her will. Normally he would just kill her and hide her body, wait a few days and pronounce her missing. A few years later he would make an anonyms tip to the police on where to find her body. She would then be officially dead and Jerry would inherit all her assets.

Jerry however, hated his aunt. He couldn't bring himself to just kill her and be done with it. He wanted her to suffer. he wanted her to know that he was the one who was torturing her.

He kept her on a steady drip of fluids to keep her alive while she was restrained to the bed. He gave her just enough vitamins to keep her alive and an anesthetic to keep her weak. Jerry checked the IV bag and saw that it was low. He quickly replaced the bag with quick efficiency he had developed over the past two weeks of doing it. She opened her eyes and looked at her nephew while he worked. If she could, Jerry guessed that she'd be staring at him with hatred in her eyes, but she could barely muster the strength to breath.

He almost wished he could rewind time back to when he first restrained her here. She was stronger, her body not as fragile. He had raped her several times then, merely to break her spirit. He told her about how he had killed her sister with the fire place poker to inherit his fortune. Seeing the fire and hope leave her eyes was such an enjoyable experience he wished he had recorded it. She had gone from being an upstanding, law abiding citizen of the joke known as civilization to something not to different from Jerry. Like him, she now knew that chaos ruled over existence, not order. She understood that she was just on the wrong side of chance and that there was nothing left for her to hope for.

Jerry grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls on the bedside table and took a bite of it. "Well Aunty, looks like your still with us living people. How you manage to hold on like this is amazing. If I were a medical doctor I’d start a study on you." Jerry said to her.

She looked at him with her sad eyes and tried to speak. Jerry leaned in real close, putting his ear next to her mouth so he could listen. "Nigel... please." He heard her whisper.

Jerry's face twisted in anger. "I told you... Aunty... don't call me Nigel." He said in a calm manor that didn't fit with the rage on his face. He slapped her across the cheek and walked over to the dresser. His aunt moaned behind him, she knew what was next. Jerry grabbed a syringe of the same hallucinogen that he had used to lace his gum and injected it into the top of the fresh IV bag. The drug would drop slowly into her blood stream, drawing out the effects longer. The direct injection into her blood stream would also increase the damage done by the drug. Given the amounts Jerry had injected her with in previous sessions, he had no doubt that he was doing irreparable brain damage to her.

He stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. He turned on the Holo TV so that if his aunt did manage to muster up a scream or even a good cry, it would be mixed with the sounds coming from the Holo TV.

Satisfied with his slight revenge against his aunt, he sat down at his computer to check his E-mail.

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Jerry's speeder touched down on the paved landing area just inside his garage and he climbed out. After checking his E-mail and listening to the sobs of his aunt in the next room he was tired.

He let his keys slid out of his hand into the plastic bowl on the table just inside the door to his home and again took his yellow rain poncho off to hang on the hook next to the door.

He enjoyed the irony of it. Everything in his life was so organized, so precise and yet he was the avatar of chaos. his mission was to destroy all forms of order, yet if you looked at his home you wouldn't know it. Everything had it's place, everything was nice and square.

Jerry turned on his holonet TV to the news and listened to it as he prepared himself a late night snack. Politicians ranting, local reports of violence, gang activity on the rise, drug busts in school. All these people doing his job for him while he slept made him smile as he cooked.

He ate his meal slowly, savoring it, then dressed himself for bed. He had to get up early tomorrow to make sure he got to his slum apartment in time to give his aunt a fresh IV bag for breakfast.

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The rain from last night had continued on into the early morning. Jerry was out for his usual early morning jog down the sidewalk. Usually he did things like kicking over flowers or spray painting racist slurs on windows. Every so often he did it to his own home to throw suspicion away from him. His neighbors blamed it on punk kids. In the quite corners of parties and barbecues they discussed who's kids could possibly be the pranksters. It was a minor thing, but sewing suspicion in the neighborhood was always fun. Those little things that eroded away the civilization slowly. The festering suspicions of the neighborhood was just one more thing advancing the galaxy towards that ultimate utopia of absolute anarchy. The day were the only law was the law of the jungle.

This morning however, he had thought of something special. He had handfuls of rock salt in the pockets of his poncho. As he passed by a house with a garden out front he was grab some handfuls and salt the garden. The rain dissolved the salt into the soil. Eventually the plants would die. They wouldn't be able to grow anything there until the salt was completely washed away or they replaced the dirt. Jerry smiled as he spread his brand of chaos around and continued on his jog.

Yet another thing to blame on those darn neighborhood punks. Yet another reason for the families of one household to distrust their neighbors. He emptied his pockets and jogged back to his house. His speeder was there waiting for him. He climbed in and put his poncho on the passenger seat. Sweat dotted his face after the workout. He would grab a quick shower at his apartment after giving Aunty her breakfast IV bag, then set about the other chores he had for the day.

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Jerry stepped into his work apartment, whistling. The rain outside had stopped during his drive over so he hung his yellow rain poncho on its hook, expecting not to need it for the rest of the day.

He performed his every day ritual of starting up his computer first and then went into the bedroom to check on his aunt. Nothing could prepare him for what he found. She was lying there with a peaceful look on her face. There was no anguish in her eyes. In fact, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open.

Jerry rushed forward and quickly checked her pulse. He found none. He put his ear to her mouth to check for breathing, he found none. He snapped his fingers in front of her face and got no reaction. She had died during the night. She had died before Jerry was finished with her.

His face twisted into rage. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists tightly. "Aunty.... you.... Bitch!" He shouted. From his back pocket he produced a 2 1/2 inch folding knife. He opened the knife up and began to cut her restraints, freeing her arms and legs from the bonds that held them tight against the bed.

He stared at her for what seemed like days but in real time was only a minute or so. Rage boiled in him. She had died before he was done. She had died before he was ready to let her go. She had died before Jerry had finished torturing her. Worst of all, she had died in her sleep. A peaceful death for a woman most hated by Jerry. His rage boiled over and he lashed out. With knife in hand he began to stab her. Starting with her abdomen and working up to her chest he continuously stabbed her with all his strength. Tears rolled down his cheeks but he didn't make a sound. He just withdrew the blade from her and then plunged it back into her flesh as far as he could.

After 5 minutes of nearly nonstop violence, Jerry calmed down. He slowed his breathing down and placed his knife on the table next to the bed. He was tired now. Exerting himself in such a way was not something he did often. He stretched out his arm and calmly withdrew the IV from his Aunts arm and stopped the drip.

Once the IV was taken care of, he took his knife to the kitchen and began washing the blood off of it. Chaos had spoken. Jerry had made a plan. Jerry had laid out a scheme to torture his aunt to death and chaos had intervened on her behalf. Jerry didn't defy chaos, he reveled in it. If chaos didn't want his plan to continue to final execution, than who was Jerry to argue?

Once clean, Jerry folded the knife and placed it back in his pocket. He didn't have time to continue such outbursts, he had work to do.

His computer pinged at him from the living room and Jerry went to it. He had a new E-Mail from his contact. Ren'nall, a close personal friend of Jerry's was ready for their latest transaction. Jerry had met Ren'nall in college. Ren'nall was a performing arts student who loved acting. Jerry majored in psychology. They had first met in the cafeteria and hit it off right away. They both loved the concept of complete anarchy and had plotted with each other since their first meeting to help bring about the total collapse of civilization.

Ren'nall now was a small time performance magician and part time electrical engineer, designing new magic tricks for other magicians. He especially loved magic tricks that involved pyrotechnics. He was Jerry's go to guy when he needed something that went boom, or if he needed to make some kind of illusion.

Jerry finished reading the E-Mail and shut down his computer. He had enough time for one thing before he headed over to Ren'nall's for the transfer.

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Jerry's speeder came to a stop just outside Bobs Bookstore, a shop that Jerry frequented. To most people it was just another adult bookstore. Many didn't even bother to enter it out of embarassment.

Jerry however knew that it was one of the best placed to get black market goods in the city. He had purchased many things from Bob, the store owner. He had gotten his first untracable blaster pistol here, the drugs he used to torture his Aunt, even the scrambler device he used that disrupted electronic monitoring devices. Not to mention it also had quite a fine selection of adult magazines and movies. It was one of Jerrys favorite stores.

Jerry let himself into the store and the electronic bell sounded, letting Bob in the back know that he had a customer. The store owner came out from the back room and smiled when he saw Jerry. "My friend, what can i do for you today."

Jerry returned the smile and bowed slightly. "You told me last week that you would have those items I was looking for today."

Bob thought for a second, trying to remember back to what he had said and then raised his eyebrows in memory. "Ah yes, the... items. Come in the back, i'll get them for you."

Jerry followed Bob into the back room which was stacked with crates and boxes. Bob pushed a particular stack of crates to one side, revealing a door hidden behind them. He opened the door and withdrew a silver colored case. He set the case down on one of the crates in the back room and opened it up. "All the attachments and upgrades are here." Bob said.

Jerry smilled and his eyes gleemed as he examined the contents of the case. He didn't know what they were called specifically or how they worked. He only knew what they would do. He reached into his poncho and withdrew his blaster pistol, the same one bob had sold him a year ago and handed it over to the black market salesman.

Bob accepted the weapon and began to take it apart. "The new gas chamber and specially refined gas will make the bolts invisible to the naked eye." Bob said as he began to take parts out of the blaster and replace them with parts in the case. "The barrel attachment is a minature sound dampening unit. It will make the sound of the blaster almost completely silent. A perfect stealth weapon."

Jerry was speechless while watching Bob arrange the new parts in the blaster pistol. Before he had always been careful about where and when he could use his pistol but with these modifications he could kill somone in the middle of a spaceport and no one could immediately identify him as the killer.

"The mods are expensive but well worth it i think." Bob said. "Makes me wonder what a guy like you would need them for Jerry. Your such a nice fella." He handed the weapon over to Jerry.

Jerry took it by the handle like it was some delicate sculpture and rubbed on it with his other hand. "Your sure it will work?"

"Would i charge you 70,000 credits for an item that wouldn't work? I'm greedy, not stupid." Bob said.

Jerry's finger hooked around the trigger. "Lets test it." Jerry said. He pointed the gun at Bobs chest and pulled the trigger. A quiet "weoomf" came from the weapon and smoke rose from Bobs chest. He stared at Jerry and fell to his knees. Jerry smiled down at him and patted him on the head. "I guess it works Bob. Thanks."

Bobs eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body slumped over onto the floor. Jerry pulled out a water bottle from the pockets of his poncho and opened it. He had drank all the water in it days ago but he had spent the time to refill it with ethanol he had distilled himself. He poured the contents out over Bobs body, onto some of the crates and emptied the rest out into the small supply closet from which Bob had gotten the case full of ill gotten goods.

He went out into the main part of the store and locked the front door, flipping the sign on the door so that it read "closed" to the outside public. Next he grabbed handfulls of magazines off the shelf. He stuffed a few of them into the pockets within his poncho, but the rest he stacked up on the floor next to the racks of magazines. he withdrew a small book of matches from his pocket and lit the magazine stack on fire in several spots before returning to the back room. He threw one lit match onto Bobs body, engulfing him in flame as soon as it touched the flammable liquid he was covered in. He threw another one into the black market supply closet and then left the match book on the floor as he made a descrete exit out of the side entrance.

Bob had told him a long time ago that the neighborhood was safe from prying eyes. People walking by hardly ever looked at his shop, let alone examined it closely. Thats what made it perfect as a black market front. Bob had also told him that there were no holocams on the street outside or of the side alley. Jerry's escape was clean. Any evidence that he had been there was burning up right now and the only witness had a hole in his chest the size of a softball and was burning to a crisp.

Jerry took the long way around to his speeder. Watching the area, listening for sirens. He wanted to make sure that no rescue crews or firemen arrived until the fire had a chance to get out of control. When he was satisfied that the fire had burned long enough without notice, he climbed into his speeder and took off, heading for his appointment.

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"Thats a lot of powder." Jerry commented as he looked into the small boxes laid out in front of him.

"Well, gunpowder isn't exactly super high explosives." Ren'nall replied. "I use it for flash and smoke in my show. Gives people something else to look at. Enough of it though and you can make quite the bang."

Jerry examined the boxes for a few minutes longer before turning to face his friend. "I don't need a gigantic bang, just enough to blow up one small room and a few panes of glass."

"Then this should do it. This is all the extra powder i've collected for the past 50 shows." Ren'nall stated.

Jerry knew what he was talking about. Explosive powder wasn't something you could just buy at the corner store. Purchases were tracked. Ren'nall says he wants to buy it for his show and they let him buy it expecting it to be used up in that show. Ren'nall however doesn't use it all, he syphons some powder out of each of his charges. Doesn't make as big a bang but not enough for someone to notice. He stores the powder and sells it to Jerry for cheap. "I'll take it all." Jerry said. He reached into his poncho and took out his datapad. He transfered credits from a private account into an off planet account in the Empire. Ren'nall could get his money from there and launder it later.

"What do you need it for?" Ren'nall asked.

Jerry smiled at him. "Of all the people i know in this universe, i trust you the least Ren'nall."

His friend smiled back and the two of them began packing the boxes up and loading them into the back of Jerry's speeder.

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The thing Jerry liked most about these powder explosives was that they made a lot of flash and a lot of smoke. They would be quite impressive to anyone watching them go off. Thats what made them perfect for magicians.

The boxes were stacked in the trunk of his speeder as well as on the back seat. There was enough there for quite a big bang but Jerry wasn't just looking for one big blast. He wanted lasting effects.

He pulled into the storage yard where he rented a small garage sized storage space and parked his speeder just outside his unit. The garage door rose slowly and Jerry took the time to get out and open up the trunk of his speeder. Inside the storage garage was a larger, white speeder used for local transportation purposes. The speeder van was stole from the parking lot of a moving company and repainted. Jerry spent the next 15 minutes loading the boxes of powder explosive into the back of the speeder van.

Once that was finished he opened up one of the utility cabinets at the back of the storage space and began withdrawing bottles. They were bottles of ethynol, the same stuff he had used to burn down bobs adult bookstore. The stuff was highly flammable which Jerry liked and easy to make himself. The bottles themselves were in easily carried bottle racks so Jerry could load 9 bottles at a time into the back of the speeder van.

After 45 bottles in total had been loaded, Jerry closed up the back of the speeder van and backed it out of the storage garage. He had one more stop to make before he finished the day off with a bang.

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Jerry got out of the speeder van and walked away quickly. timer fuse was slow burning but he still didn't want to chance being anywhere near it when it went up. He had his speeder parked just down the street to get him away quick.

He was tired but he didn't slow down at all. After loading the explosives and ethanol into the van he had gone back to his apartment and loaded more stuff into the van. fish bowls to be precise. fish bowls filled with ammonia and fish bowls filled with bleach. Jerry had placed the bowls around the sides of the van with the explosives in the middle. After that he had spent a two hour drive in his personal speeder, heading out of the city to a location in the sticks. It was an old farm house that his mother had owned. That was where he stored bags upon bags of fertilizer. Ammonium nitrate made for excellent explosives as well. He loaded up his speeder with as many bags as it could hold and drove back to his apartment where he carried the bags up the stairs so he wouldn't be noticed and piled them in his apartment. On box of powder explosive was under all those bags with a timer device as well, ready to blow up his apartment there and 3 or 4 apartments above and below his. If he was really lucky, the building would lose structural integrity and fall down.

The apartment was in the slums, he doubted it would make the planetary news, but it coupled with the explosives in the van and that would certainly be news worthy. He had about another 5 minutes before the explosives went off. He needed to get his recordings ready. He needed to give the news everything he wanted them to hear before they started making up theories of their own.

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Jerry didn't like the I.I.M. They fought for order and government, the very thing Jerry hated. He tolerated them though for their usefulness in bringing down civilization.

The Ilium Imperial Militia was a small time criminal terrorist organization on Ilium that had been against the planetary governments decision to form the Federation. They instead wanted the planet to join the Empire. They're numbers were few and they were ill equipped but Jerry had been promising them an opening for a while now and they had not been disappointed.

The chaos Jerry caused with the two explosions were all over the news in minutes. The speeder van explosion had spread deadly chlorine gas over an entire city block. The van had been parked right next city hall. The same city hall that had been attacked by terrorists when he was a child. The explosion had damaged the building structurally, killed 5 people and the resulting gas from the ammonia and bleach mixing in the explosion had killed 10 more. The explosion combined with the gas had injured dozens more, including the city’s mayor.

The ammonium nitrate explosion in his apartment had done has he had hoped and caused the structural failure of the building causing it to collapse. 24 people were killed and dozens more were injured. The slums went into an uproar with looting not long after.

a few minutes after the news began airing on the holonet, every major news agency on Ilium received a recorded call claiming responsibility for the attack. According to the synthesized voice, Danaan freedom fighters had performed the attack against their Trojian oppressors.

In reality, it was just Jerry's voice, distorted through a computer but it wasn't long before Danaan terrorist groups really did lay claim to the explosions.

Jerry, through his contacts with the Ilium Imperial Militia took the next step. Wearing local and federal police uniforms, a militia team went into an area of town heavy with Danaan citizens and began shooting up the place. Civilians of all sexes and ages were targeted, 56 people lay dead at the end of it. Those that survived related tales of how these police had gone through, building by building shouting that the Danaan traitors would die.

The government rose up to deny ever performing such an action but the damage was done. the Danaan population was in an uproar and riots were in the streets. Another call to the news by Jerry claimed that the Federation couldn't save them from the next attack.

The IIM went out into the city and began a huge recruitment drive. 36 hours after the attack and the IIM's membership had swelled from two dozen to over two hundred. Danaan terrorist cells in the city had begun targeting police speeders.

Some Trojan civilians formed and began to patrol the city. Jerry hadn't counted on that but he thought of it as Chaos's way of rewarding him for his hard work. The Trojan civilians got into gunfights with Danaan people on the street. The IIM would recruit whoever was left.

The city's street gangs and criminal element came out of hiding as well. As the fighting commenced in the streets, the street gangs fought to control their territories and the organized crime saw it as an opportunity to supply everyone with enough guns and drugs to kill each other off. Some groups got angry that crime families were selling to both sides and soon they were involved in the fighting too.

In 72 hours the city was in chaos. Police had retreated out of down town. national guard units had been sent to surrounding cities to prevent similar uprisings and the local government militias had surrounded the city and established a perimeter. With the main Priam military attached to the Federations main military, the planet had to rely on their own national guard and the ill trained local militias to handle the situation.

In all, it was a good couple of days for Jerry. Hundreds of people were dead. Open fighting in the streets. Government reeling to react. Chaos ruled the city. Those who had the strength and power to take things and keep them were doing just that. Everyone else was fighting back. Down town was the worst of it. IIM had taken burnt police speeders and civilian vehicles to blockade the streets and had begun openly conscripting lost children and homeless into their ranks.

Jerry smiled and looked at his datapad. One city down, the rest of the planet to go.