Chapter 12 - Mad Dogs or Justice Office?

"Captain Garcia?"

Lieutenant Abatino and Lieutenant Nicolau looked at their captain in confusion. She had been staring at the letter for a long time with a solemn expression.

"Haaa… whatever has to be will be…"

Elizabeth, who had just come out of her thoughts, looked at the confused faces of her two lieutenants.

"The justice office will send a liaison. Traces of rebels have been detected in this hemisphere."

The lieutenants opened their eyes in shock. Of course, they knew who the self-proclaimed 'judges' were.

They had nothing to do with the judicial system. They even doubted that there was a single law graduate among them. If the civil officials were afraid of them, the military were truly terrified.

Having been military personnel of some powers, they knew more than even some governors. Those people were formed through a formal petition to the confederation parliament and the two largest entities: internal affairs and the military court.

At that time, it seemed good to have an agency separate from any political or military influence. They even applauded their loyalty to the confederation. But nothing could be further from the truth. Those monsters had hidden well that they came from the most prominent special forces of the world powers at the time. They became vigilante reapers. They judged, sentenced, and decapitated. When they realized it was too late, they saw that these individuals were not endangering the security of the confederation. They decided to treat them as what they were: a group classified as the madmen of the confederacy.

"Ca-Captain García, when do they plan to come?"

The tension and fear were palpable in Lieutenant Nicolau's voice. Even Abatino, who was quite frivolous, was tense. They knew that these crazy people were capable of anything to accomplish their mission. Even civilians would not go unpunished.

"…"

Captain García turned her head in silence to the computer screens, observing the sergeants who had subdued the child, who had been urinating next to the tree. She closed her eyes and sighed slowly.

"They are already on their way. Tomorrow at the latest, a member of the justice office will meet with the governor and the general."

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Beep, beep, beep.

On a private jet, a phone began to ring with a melody typical of cell phones from the year 2000. A man with African features, dressed in a black suit, was sitting in a comfortable leather armchair. His head was completely bald and on his left ear was a hoop-type earring. He had a sharp Arabic-style beard, but the most characteristic thing was his eyes, which he had just opened. They were completely gray as if he suffered from irreversible cataracts.

This whole outfit gave the man a fierce and elegant appearance at the same time. Even with the suit, you could see his broad shoulders and wide back.

With a light movement, he picked up the phone and spoke.

"Lubanzi."

The man named Lubanzi had a deep voice, resembling the guttural sound that demons in a horror movie would make.

"Here oracle, Hebrews 1:1."

Upon hearing the sender of the call, Lubanzi slowly straightened up, causing the few members who accompanied him to move their heads and stare. Anyone else would piss themselves. The men who were staring at him were no less ferocious in appearance, but from their looks of respect towards him, it seemed that he did not occupy a low position among them.

"God communicates directly with people, [many times and in many ways]."

Lubanzi finished the sentence for the person who had called him. For a moment, there was silence both in the private jet and on the other side of the call. Only the small sound of fingers hitting the keyboard could be heard.

"Agent Lubanzi, confirmed, serving member of Team Temis, confirmed. Mission updated, codename: Ramnusia."

Lubanzi did not speak any more. The sender, calling himself 'oracle', passed him all the information and ended the call. After a few seconds, Lubanzi closed his eyes again and the jet returned to its previous silence.