ACCURSED WAR CRIMINAL AND JOURNALIST HACK JOHN MEARSHEIMER ARRESTED. INTEGRITY NEWS BROADCAST #312

['77 East]

Two armed denizens are stood in front of a makeshift, erratic broadcast.
One is clearly a soldier, dressed in green. A rifle grasped in both hands.
Another wears a helmet and vest, coupled with only a microphone.​

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In the background, smog and smoke rises from the ruins of what astute observers would notice to be the former U.N palace.
Shouting and the distant echo of gunfire reverb across the streets, coupled with Champaign corks, binge drinkers stumbling over sidewalks and looters dragging their new possessions over the dusty cobblestones.
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The microphone-clad figure begins to speak, nerves overcome by some sort of determination.
"This is Grant Schneider, conducting I-N broadcast... which number, by now?"
A voice from offscreen. Crass.
"Three hundred and twelve! On with it, we don't have much air time!"
Mr. Schneider seemed put off. A pause, unwariness grips.
"... right, three hundred and twelve. I speak to you with our latest guest, live from outside the former United Nations building here in Geneva."
A wry chuckle, some hubris on the reporter's part.
"As you can surely tell, there's a lot of celebration in the air. News of Lambda - and Lambda Affiliates - having seized the last bastion of C-M-B control in Geneva have come as a warm relief to the few remaining inhabitants, victims of plagues and artillery bombardments of the malevolent dictatorship."
The guest starts fidgeting a little. Odd, you only just notice that his face is blurred. Wonder why.
"Amidst this rather focal battle, our guest here has confirmed to us that the reigning butcher of this regime, John Mearsheimer, has been arrested in his own office after a desperate, unrefined speech of agonist despair. Mearsheimer ranted that the remaining metropolice forces would be, quote, "turned to mush and fed to antlions", that they were the "fucking scum of the human race", and that he relished having a literal bottle of their number on his desk as... "human ashes." among other ranted infidelities."
The other guy simply stares at the camera as the journalist heats up in his report. At least, you think he's staring. With the poor broadcast quality and pixelation there's no way to make out much of what he does.
"Although we have inquired with sources within the palace attack to determine of the jar of human remains did exist; although it was not found, surveillance footage has confirmed that it did INDEED exist -- at one point, but it's location now is a question for the authorities. A taste of Mearsheimer's crimes as head of the merciless, illegal Genevan delegation."
In the background, someone starts running down the steps with a luxurious-looking chair. Typical blacksuit, entranced by the looting.
"Regardless, the hunt continues for numerous war criminals who inhabited Mearsheimer's synthetic commission, a den of the Security Council that was tasked with the 'application' of heavy weapons and synthetic war machines. Noted members DARIUS ESTRADA and HERMANN JOST were sighted on seized surveillance devices as fleeing on an aerial transport during the palace attack. Their destination, or intents, are unknown. As workers continue to mine through what's left of the surviving archives and surveillance records, it will remain to be seen if more members of this ill-fated dictatorship will be apprehended."
The figure in green begins looking at his watch, or at least that's the best you can presume it to be. It's one large, gray blur.
"Scheneider, time's up. I'm not risking Lambda's ire by letting this show of yours go over the timeslot."
"... right, it seems we've hit our time allowance. As usual, please tune in to broadcast -- three hundred and thirteen -- where we will hopefully be covering the trial of John Mearsheimer for his many, many crimes against the citizenry of Geneva. A notary of wanted criminals will shortly follow after the conclusion of this broadcast. Thank you for watching, and good night, wherever you are."



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A hectic, discomfiting beep flickers from your stereo system, as the feed is replaced with a stock-standard news symbol.
Repeating text crawls up from the bottom of the screen to the top, over and over again. Some kind of crude, continuous public service update.
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REMAINING C24 COUNCILLORS

W. KELLER
UNKNOWN.

L. ZHANG
KILLED BY ANTI-SHRAPNEL MINE IN PALACE SIEGE.
SELF-INFLICTED.

C. SCARLATESCU
UNKNOWN.

A. REED
KILLED BY LAMBDA FORCES DURING SIEGE PRELUDE.

A. DUPONT
BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN SUBSUMED INTO CIVIL PROTECTORATE.
UNKNOWN LOCATION.

C. GATES
UNKNOWN.

W. GRADY
ARRESTED IN MISTRESS'S APARTMENT, FOUND URINATING ON FLOOR AND ATTEMPTING
TO SWALLOW SIXTEEN PILLS OF GENERIC PAINKILLERS IN SUICIDE ATTEMPT.
DID NOT SURVIVE ATTEMPTED CARDIAC RESUSITATION.


REMAINING SYNTH COMMISSIONERS

K. KUSKOVA
A. ONOBANJO
A. DE RIVERA
BELIEVED TO HAVE FLED GENEVA THROUGH AIRWATCH TRANSPORT.
LOCATION UNKNOWN.

D. ESTRADA
H. JOST
WITNESSED BOARDING AERIAL TRANSPORT IN PALACE COURTYARD.
LOCATION UNKNOWN.

J. MEARSHEIMER
ARRESTED IN PALACE, AWAITING TRIAL FOR SEVERAL
WARCRIMES AND CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY.





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Time to get up and get something to eat, the Christine Monroe special won't be due for another three hours.