A Stowaway (Dart)

As the cargo plane landed in the airport, the stowaway stood up and walked towards the man whom he paid off. "Thanks, I thought I'd be stuck in Jersey." The man chuckled and handed Kris his bag, filled with weapons and contraband. As the cargo bay door slowly opened, Kris was in for a rude surprise. The man he had paid pulled a gun and put it to the young Assassin's head, "Don't you dare move." Kristoff sighed, [color=red]"I suppose I'm not getting my money back, yeah?"

Out on the air-strip, moving in fast, was a rag-tag team of gun-wielding paramilitary that wore an ensemble of clothes only unified by green bandannas tied around their upper arms. These were the hastily appointed secret police. They - along with Jump City's entire airport, fell within the jurisdiction of the new regime's 'Green Zone'. This was Aequalitas territory.

The group piled up in a semi-circle below the cargo ramp, aiming their guns at Kris. Amongst them was a man dressed in a hooded jerkin and wearing a mask with an almost sardonic expression etched onto its features. He had both hands tucked behind his back as he observed the plane's interior.

Envy met the stowaway's eye, "Oh dear."

The aircraft in question had been on a supply run. Trade was hard to come by these days and so the regime was relying on these smugglers to bring in goods. As Kris had found out, the pilot was of a flexible moral character. He would happily accept bribes for passage - and would happily betray his passenger for further reward. Aequalitas had let it be known he held tattling in the highest regard. Condemn a neighbour and you would be viewed in high esteem.

What question remained was the identity of this hapless fool and the nature of his business. Few people intentionally came to Jump City these days. Least of all to the 'Green Zone' which had outlawed immigration. This truly was a cold reception.

"Step down so I may see you better." Envy flicked a hand at one of his police, "Frisk him. Bind him."