agentfinn (agentfinn) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-09-07 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | riley finn, saerian |
Big Brother is Watching
It is remarkable how, in times of certain apocalypse, everyone seems to disregard the government.
As all the supernatural authorities rushed into clandestine meetings, hotly debating the fate of humanity, it seemed that they forgot to invite the humans themselves. Of course, just because they weren’t invited, didn’t mean they weren’t aware. From the moment Wolfram & Hart began to mobilize the various powers into conference, the Initiative couldn’t help but take notice. Ever the masters of surveillance, they might not have been seen, but they were certainly listening.
Immediately upon York's identification as a hot zone, the Initiative was there. While the other parties were still discussing strategy, agents were slowly put into place, beginning to monitor and prepare for Armageddon prevention. If the Initiative had their way, when all was said and done, this would be a minor blip on the evening news. An exploded gas main, a natural disaster, something that could be explained away. Apocalypse prevented and denied.
…and heading the mission was a man who had seen and denied his share of supernatural danger: Riley Finn.
Certainly it was a position of importance and trust, and Riley couldn’t help but feel a little pride of the confidence the newly rejuvenated Initiative had placed in him. However, there was a part of him, beneath his solider’s veneer, that was having trouble reconciling his proximity to another Hellmouth. The last time he had been positioned at the precipice of Hell, everything he had known was rocked to its very foundations. He had lost trust, belief, and love. It had taken him a lot of time recovering some semblance of the man he was, and he wasn’t particularly thrilled to be thrust into a situation that could drudge all that up again.
However, he was a man of duty…and duty always came before the self.
Things in York had been relatively tame since he arrived, a few minor instances with low-level vamps and demons. Although his network of informants had begun to spot some of the major players in town, thus far everyone was keeping quiet. This suited Riley for the time being. He didn’t want action sprung on him that he wasn’t ready for.
Tonight was a rather routine investigation around the streets, patrolling the town’s perimeter for any unwanted beasties. Although Hellmouth containment was the primary mission, Riley couldn’t ignore that the streets were becoming less safe for the town’s residents, and if he could do his part to put every last undead son of a bitch in the grave, he would.
Sidling down a back alley, Riley was alerted to a slight noise. Rats, perhaps. But, having lived in Sunnydale, he knew that rats tended to be the camouflage of bigger vermin. Slowly un-holstering his semi-automatic, Riley defensively turned the corner. Uncertain of what he might find, his heart began to race. A feeling with which he was very familiar.
…a feeling that he loved.