British Radio Broadcast
"A-hem." The shrill, uneven voice of Adrienne O'Carroll fills the airwaves, the glee disgustingly evident in her tone almost impossible for any listeners to properly digest. The usual radio announcer from Parliament was mysteriously absent, most likely she'd used the Imperius curse on him to give up his seat at the mic and go get her a cup of coffee. "Is this thing on? Good."
The broadcast was on a basic channel, it could be heard everywhere. Especially, she was counting on, inside whatever sad little hold outs the remaining reincarnates out there on this side of the pond had left. "Now let's just clear the air here. If you think you can run? You can. If you think you can hide? There's a thousand dank and dirty holes out there you sad saps could manage to crawl into it. If you think you can escape us forever? Think again! We'll find you. The battle's over, dears, we won. The revolution never even started, so you might as well give up now and hope we've still got room left in the jail for you. If not? Well... there's more than one way to burn a rat." --
"How's this? A thousand dollar reward and clemency granted to any reincarnates who can bring us the rebel traitors in the London Agency first, and torch the place to the ground." A deadly pause.
"Or I'll come after you all myself. Hahahahahahaha-!"
Her high pitched, manic laughter is cut off by a sharp wave of static, and then the mic goes dead.