Jay is... "on assignment", as it were. Mr. Sunshine was in a different assignment. Target one was gone, target two? They entered a side room to find four young boys, all taking lessons on being "good CEO's." None of them could be over the age of 9. Jay made sure the kids got to someone who cared for THEM, not just their future prospects. -- Anon Guest
Four kids looked up from their desks. Each desk was bolted to the floor, as were the chairs, and each child was strapped in so they couldn't escape. They had headphones on and edutainment playing. From the animation alone, Jay could tell it was something about making profit, and that being the most important thing these kids could do.
The youngest was two, and sat on a padded potty chair. Each rushed to press a button at the sound of a bell and each was rewarded with food based on how quickly they responded and how 'accurate' they were with their answer. The two-year-old was allowed to try again. This time, with the accurate answer highlighted in green.
Jay called it in. The ERT's were always nearby in case a Pax Humanis operative encountered something they couldn't handle[1]. He still needed stealth, so he crept around to the other door and waited there for the team to enter and deal with things.
Starting with training pants for the toddler, and an Alliance-style deprogramming for the rest. They'd make it into rational normalcy with only a few little quirks. Their primary genetic donor on the other hand...
Jay found him in the bath, watching the stock reports and feasting on something expensive. Gilded cutlery, gilded bathtub. The man even had golden towels and golden flakes in his soap. If he could have gilded his bubblebath, he might have.
He didn't let him have any last words. After all, he'd come here through the harem. Or, more accurately, trophy wife stable. Where nobody lived much past the age of thirty-five. He'd also seen the staff sty, where hygiene was more a greeting than a concept.
Jay agreed with him on one statement. Some people just needed killing. They merely disagreed on who those "some people" were.
The gilded bathwater ran red. One reign of terror ended. So many other souls freed and entering rehabilitation.
One down. So many others to go.
[1] As in, something they couldn't handle without resorting to murder or bloody violence.
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