Snakes dead! Someone put a bullet to his head. I cant move Lucky. I think something is really wrong this time.

Even over his shouts, Sinn can hear some sort of commotion outside in the otherwise cool and quiet night. He also hears a helicopter.

Aw, frag. Give me ... The line goes dead.

A fuckin helicopter?! Who could I have possibly pissed off this bad?!

Turn his head towards the window the best he can

The unmistakeable light of a search light pops on. Soon there's the flashing red one normally associates with various law enforcment divisions.

Oh god Damn it!
Try as hard as he can to get up.
Lucky, Hang up. Wipe your com, and get mine wiped too! NOPS!

There's no response. Sinn sees that the light on the commlin screen is out . The call was somehow disconnected.

Summon his spirit.
Spirit! Please, get me out of here, as safe as you can!

The spirit of man manifests, and begins to lift Sinn's form. Three spirits of air materialize and begin assaulting in.

Jakob Sinner! We have you surrounded! Come out , with your hands up! We will not hesitate to use lethal force!

The voice booms out of what sounds liek a loudspeaker from out side.

Sinn lays there and looks down at his body
I can fuckin move jack ass. You assholes fuckin shot me!
Peers around the room
So Im just gonna lay here and wait for you fucks in badges to come pick my ass up!
Fuckin dumb pigs...

Comlink. Explode.(Blows the charges on his com, to destroy it)

I wonder if they're actually going to pick me up, how embarrasing...

Cast a force 7 chaotic world
Magic-7
Sorcery-5
-4
Edge-6
Total-14
roll: 6,1,4,5,5,6,6,6,6,6,5,6,4,5= 11 success

Drian
Willpower-5
Charisma-8+2 for bein an elf
total 13
Roll:
6,4,5,3,1,1,6,6,6,5,5,6,1=8 net success's

The world around Sinn erupts into chaos. The world tips and rolls, noises and flashes of light completely dissorient Sinn. For a momenet he almost loses concentration on his spell. He does feel himself getting weaker however, as he loses more blood.

Cast a force 8 Heal spell
Magic-7
Sorcery-5
-4
edge(last one)-6
total-14
roll
2,4,1,1,1,5,5,6,6,5,3,3,5,6=7 net success's

The bleeding stops, thankfully, but Sinn still cannot move.



He can feel the chaotic world spell beging to fail as someoen begins dispelling it.

Sinn smells something foul in the air, then starts coughing heavily. It takes a moment to dawn on him... they're gassing me

Resist 11Stun from body only vs Neurostun gas. They got the big stuff out for you.

Where the fuck do they think I'm gonna go?
Body-5
roll
5,3,6,2,3- 2 net success

The gas soon over takes Sinn. His mind reels, and he feels almost as if he's falling within him self. He proceeds to have long bouts of nghtmares, and feverish dreams.

He awakens some time later. He's in a drab colored room. He feels incredibly groggy, and has trouble concentrating. He's wearing what looks like an orange jumpsuit. His hands are manacled behind his back ,and he can feel soem sort of heavy collar around his neck.

I had them remove the mage mask so that we could speak Sinn. I wanted you to see me with your own eyes. Rest assured though that those manacles can fry you quite thoroughly if you attempt spellcasting. I'm aslo told that they installed another cranial bomb, and an auto injector, incase you get testy.

The voice is female, and sounds very low and silky. Something about it ,...maybe the words .. seems familiar. Looking up, he sees a very attractive human woman, perhaps in the thirties, ,wearing a balck business suit. Her hair is worn down, and she looks amused. He recognizes her from contless pictres .La Belle Dame de mort. The beautiful lady of Death. Mririam Kozlowski .

Inside the police station.

Sinns jaw drops to the fucking floor.

What the fuck are you doing here? Another Cranial Bomb? When was the first one?

Hah! You should know. It destroyed a good part of your spinal column. You would cry if you knew how much they replaced with cyber. After all, they couldn't have a dangerously powerful mage locked up now could they?

They tell me you'll be going to Blackstone prison. That should be interesting. For the killngs Lone Star officers in Seattle. And a dragon. How infamous of you.

I didnt kill any officers. I dont kill innocents. I guess I'm the only one in the room.
The only thing I want to know, is when did the first bomb go in?

Yes you did. In Seattle, with that dear little child of mine, Bourbon. Don't you remember? Outside of the mortuary? It doesn't matter if you your self actually killed any or not. You were there. You were an accomplice. Since I won't let them have her, they'll put it all on you. A nice little cherry to go with the infamous killer of Geyswain.

As for the cranial bomb, I believe my dear Mancuso had that put in after your "unfortunate accident" at the Ace in the Hole. Now how do you suppose that happened?

Bourban's your child. Sinn chuckles. You must be confused my dear, they way I heard it from your assoicaites, you were like a puppet on the strings.
So Mancusso set me up? I should have known, rat-bastard cant be trusted. Even by you. Id take that into consideration.
So any other dark secrets you got for me, La Belle Dame de mort?

She smiles wickedly.

Of course that's what you think.That is what everyone is supposed to think. Bourbon is my whore, to have whenever and where ever I please. I have nothing to fear from her or Mancuso. They're games are wonderfully amusing. You have no idea the power I have over them.

I think now might be a good time to show you. I've been watching you for quite a while Sinn. A very long while . I could have saved you from this fate. But you denied me. Not once, but twice. Open your senses, perceive my aura, and I will show you the truth.

Again, with nothing to lose, Sinn decides he might as well. He has a difficult time concentrating with the drugs they have in him clouding his mind. When he manages, he does not like what he sees.

Instead of the aura of a very powerful, but mundane woman, he sees the aura of a very powerful spirit. Much more powerful than the grande zombie or the one that possessed him. A poweful spirit inhabiting Miriam's body. Baron Samedi.

Sinn eyes widen, then intensify.
You son of a bitch! Ill fucking kill you!
Sinn calms down relizing that the baron is laughing.
Then Sin smiles
This is pathetic Baron. You had to take the body of a woman, with no power, no true allies, and no gull, much like yourself. I geuss I understand why, you couldnt have me as your Preist, so you took an Italion whore. Easy target, right? This is kind of what I expect from you. What? Are you getting angry? Do you feel powerful standing there, while Im shackled and defensless? Good, enjoy that power Baron. One day, it will all be gone. And Ill be the one dancing with Ghede on your grave!

You just don't get it do you? I didn't need to take this body. Bourbon put me here. She performed the ceremony I taught her, and I took what I wanted. Through this form, I can control an entire city. Do you not see me standing here in the police station, as free as I please? Haven't you realized yet, the you are losing your magic? How much can you still do? How much of it did they take, just to put cyber in to you. Just to make you walk again. Just so that they can execute you.

Yes Jakob, I do feel powerful. You will die soon, and I will live.

Bourbon doens't have your last remaining son. Lucky Santangelo does. And who do you think she'll answer to? She is always , and will always be loyal to the family first. I will make her a Captain first. Bring her in to my confidence, my circle. There is nothing that woman wouldn't do. If I asked it, she would give her self to me. But be sure that I will ask much more than that. Before you are dead in your grave, mark my words, I'll bed your innocent son as well. Then sacrifice him when I am through.

Yes Sinn, I do feel powerful. Unlike you, I have the power to walk out of this room. You cannot stop me. You never could.

With that, Miriam stands, turns, and walks out of the room.

You touch one hair on my sons head, and there is nothing I wont do to destroy you and you so called power. Baron, Before you go, Just remember. No matter what you do, you are nothing compared to the Grave Yard King. A mere spec in his shadow. And you'll always remain there. And as for Lucky, shes a better everything then Miraim ever was. If theres nothing more then to mock me Baron, at least tell her that I wont forget her. Tell her, that the Sinner loves her, and his son.
Sinn can feel his anger rise. Anger he kept down for 5 years. The rage he kept away from Sirene, Dante, and Gabreille. Finnaly when the room is empty, let out a low, blood curling scream. Then drops his head, where two tears fall to the ground.

The trial process is a real showday for the New Orleans Police Service. Headline Reads:


Saturday, August 17th
Infamous Seattle Cop Killer Caught by NOPS

The New Orleans Police Service earned it's stripes last night, capturing cop killer Jakob Sinner last night in a raid on his drug dealer's apartment. A standard call for shots fired quickly turned in to the raid of the year, when surveillance drones discovered that the suspect was the Seattle cop killer.

Some of our readers may remember that in early 2064, there was an apparent terrorist attack in the Lochlann Center Seattle that resulted in the deaths of over 50 individuals, including the owner of the buidling, the dragon Geyswain. Animated corpes on the site suggest that the attack may have been an attack by renegade voodouns. This picture was obtained by news crews on the scene, leading to a wide spread man hunt.Link

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The picture shows Sinn in top hat and tails , his face painted with a death's hand, katana in hand, standing on the head of an apparently dead western dragon. He is lit by a helicopter spot light on a building roof.

For the last six yeras, Lone Star Police Services has been searching for the suspect Sinner, even placing a bounty of 150,000 for information leading to his capture. In addition to the Lochlann Massacre, he and associates are also wanted for the deaths of no less than six Lone Star officers, who were attempting to stop Sinner and his gang from raiding a mortuary for bodies. The same bodies, it is believed, used to carry out the Lochlann Massacre.

The raid occured at 2110 last night, with NOPS dispatching a SWAT unit, and five NOPS combat mages; nearly their entire divsion. What followed is described SWAT sargeant David Abrams as "a brief exchange of high force spell casting from the suspect and our own SWAT mages, which we answered with a standard Tear Gas option." Sinner was later arrested and brought in to NOPS custody.

Also on the scene was the body of apartment resident Samuel West, shot twice at close range with a .9mm, also found on the scene. The murder is apparently attributed to a drug deal gone wrong, according to sources. The apartment bedroom where the body was found was strewn with chips and chemical drugs, including novacoke, which sources tell us Sinner is addicted to.

Jakob Siner is now under heavy police guard within NOPS main HQ, awaiting extradition by Lone Star Services. He will be returned to Seattle, where he still stand trial for the murder of six Lone Star officers, 6 charges of animating a corpse, the murder of the dragon Geyswain, connection to the mass murders of the 52 victims of the Lochlon Massacre , and fleeing arrest. CAS courts will also try him in absentee for the murder of West, as well as potentially drug traffiking charges. Sinner, a SINless elf of unknown origins , has been issued a criminal SIN, which he will likely never use beyond the court systems. If found guilty of the charges, he faces the death penalty. in the interim, he will be housed in BlackStone prison in South Dakota, a prison that sits in a mana warp specifically designed for dangerous murders with magical ability.

Sinn doesn't remember most of the transfer process. For the remainder of his stay in New Orleans, he wears a mage mask and containment manacles. He's drugged up to his ears through his autoinjector, kept under "control" most of the time.

The first congnizant moment he has in a long while, he wakes up in a very drab, dark room. The walls are all a blackened stone. The places feels damp. He can't help but feel a palpable aura of oppression, pain ,and depression. He is no longer wearing a mage mask, but he can still feel the marks from it. Most likely it's only recently been removed. His hands are now only in hand cuffs. Facing him is a trideo screen. An anthroform is also in the room, and seems to be a drone guard. On the screen is what looks like a court room. As the judge calls for order, the datajack now installed loads Sinn's icon in ot the court room, for his SIM-asisted trial. He's been tried in Seattle, virtually present, while his meat form is deep in the mana warp of BlackStone prison.

Not even a decent trial...
Sinn looks into the trid screen, scanning the faces of everyone around.

He sits up againts the wall, making himself comfortable.
This is going to take a while, Im afraid.

Most of the trial doesn't really require Sinn's attention. The anthroform has an "Autolaw" program that gives him a quick briefing to what certain things mean, in dumb-dumb talk instead of legalese thankfully. There's also a link to his lawyer in the courtroom. Most of it consists of the D.A. blasting jakob Siner as a madman, a corrupt necormancer, and a mass murder. Pyshcopath is the word he uses.

He does have the chance to answer "Guilty" or "Not Guilty" at least.

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Psycopath! Madman! Corrupt!
Sinn shouts the the words as the man says it. Hes also smiling.
What is a psycopath, gentlemen? Is the man acused of 59 murders and killing a dragon a psycopath, or the men in suits that try to prove something that isnt true.
As the commotion starts, Sinn laughs a little.

It takes Sinn a moment to realize that they don't respond, just look at him curiosly.

The automated voice speaks from the anthroform.

Be advised that the defendant's speech is not transmitted live. To cut back on contempt charges and offense to the jury, your speech is recorded, transmitted and evaluated for appropriate responses. Please answer "Guilty", or "Not Guilty".

Well now that just rude...

Sinn stares at the ground for a moment. Then back up at the screen.
They dont intend to hear me out no matter what I say.
Im not going to rat Bourban out, or Lucky.... I cant, not after everything they've done for me. Lucky, you'd better take care of Dante.

Guilty

The defendant pleads Guilty to all charges.

Jakob Sinner, the court will deliberate on your sentence. You will remain in BlackStoner Peneteniary for the duration of the deliberation. You will be charged with potentially 15 consecutive life sentences, without eligibility for parole, with the possibility of a sentence for Execution.

Do you have anything to say on your behalf before you are dimissed?

Sinn looks up from the ground.

I know how you must look at me. So there fore I understand your decisions here today. I just want to say that, no matter what happens to me, I dont regret the things Ive done in my life. And I dont mean about killing anyone. I mean, my life, and the decisons Ive made. Im ready to except my punishment. Everything happens for a reason I suppose. So go on, take me away.

The judge simply nods. Your full sentence will be issued within 48 hours. May God have mercy on your soul.

The screen closes, leaving Sinn back in the room with the anthroform.

God stopped giving mercy a long time ago....

Sin stares at the blank screen.

God I need a ciggarette.

The anthrofrm takes Sinn's arm, lifitng him and leading him out of the romm. He walks down a long series of corridors, until he finally comes in to a long line of cells, stacked 4 high. Sinn sees a number of anthroforms patrolls ing the walks. Inside the cells are some seriously angry looking men, and women suprisingly.

The antrhoform leads him to a cell.

Prisoner 626, you are assinged to cell 151.

There is no visible lock. It must be a remot maglock. The cell door slides pen, Inside is a burly ork, tattoes in the tribal style. He doesn't look pleased to have a cell mate at the moment.

Sinn walks into the cell and notices a cell mate.
Prisonor 626? Hey its not Jakob Sinner, but what the hell, I'll give it a shot.
Wonderful, im gonna get stabbed in my sleep.
Sits on his bed and simply lays on his back.

Seeeing that his privacy isn't being intruded upon, Sinn's bunkmate sits in his bed. He apparently has claimed the bottom bunk for himself. Sinn still can't shake the eerie feelings the place gives him. THe omnipresent feeling of despair, with a very strong undercurrent of violence.

For a long time Sinn tries not to focus on the energies sourounding the prison.
I guess I should at least try to get to know my new roommate.
Finally he speaks
So whats your name?

Name's Pete. Skinnin' Pete. You can just call me ''Skin". You?

"Skinnin' Pete". That's a familiar name. Killed a bunch of people up in Deecee area. He's supposed to be an adept, beleived he took in people's strength by eating parts of their bodies. Swore he's' not a cannibal. he doesn't really "enjoy" eating people. It's just what he has to do.

He killed 20 some odd people before he was caught, and another 5 cops before they took him down.

Good to meet ya Skin. Im Jakob Sinner. Everyone calls me Sinn. You can call me whatever you like.
Lower a hand down to the lower bunk.
I believe Ive heard about you. What you in for?

A strong hand shakes Sinn's.

I'm in fer gettin' caught.

Firmly shake his hand back.
Sinn smiles and chuckles a bit.
Yeah, victims. Arent we all now-a-days?

AFter the first week, Sinn's got a better idea of the place. First realization: This place is probably a lot like Hell, only more organized. In fact, Hell might be like this place. Maybe a subsidiary.

The day starts promptly at 5am with a simsense feed downloaded into every roommates datajack. The "Warden" icon greets everyone, welcoming them to another day at Blackstone Penetantiary. It follows by checking each inmates record and lets them know how much time they have to serve in days. In many inmates case's, such as Sinn, who has 357,749 more days to go, it can be pretty depressing. Especially since no one is really sure just how long elves live.

From there it's a trip to the showers in shifts. The shifts rotate in groups of 50 men going to one of 10 shower rooms between the 6,000 or so inmates. So sometimes you get to sleep in, some times you wait for a little while, and sometimes it's immediate. It seems to change at random, although the "Warden" insists it's "properly and accurately" scheduled.

Shower time is an exercise in playing rear guard against some of the other inmates. It's a bit of a one sided sport, as some of the inmates for teams, and gang up on individuals. Sinn's already heard of one all-ork gang that call them selves the "Bloody Assholes". He's witnessed two gang rapes and a few consensual get togethers so far. Unlike with most prisons, they don't bother seperating the ork and troll population here. Apparently they figure that if you're here, you deserve what you get. The females are seperated frmo the men, mostly for the men's protection. There are quite a number of female physical adepts. Although they don't have their adept powers anymore, most of them are very accomplished in hand to hand.

Failure to comply with anything the Warden "requests" results in "discipline". Usually this starts with the inmate being electrocuted by cyberware installed in their body. Sinn can't help but wonder what else was out in. The levels of this seem to range from "Gentle Reminder" , which is about the equivelant to a light tazing, to "Frothing on the Floor" , which is exactly what it sounds like.

Once shower time is finished, it's time for food. The inmates go in to a line in a lng hallway about 5 feet wide, which cuts back on the socializing. They slowly trudge down this 100' hallway listeneing to bad piped in musak, until they get to the food dispenser, which is as appetizing as that sounds. Occassionaly there is a "Special". Having the Specials give the inmate certain allowances, because it's essentially Vat grown food now ready for human testing. This is followed by an evaluation questionare, and often a lot of vomiting. Eating is done in the "Dining Area" which is a small area with low ceilings and lunchroom styled tables. The low cailings are supposed to cut down on the amount of violence for some reason but it mostly givesthe trolls something convenient to hit others against.

"Allowances" are redeemable for some "free time" which only happens during "Cell Time", which is mostly the rest of the day. Cell time is sitting in your cell until it gets dark out, then they trigger your auto injector and put you to sleep. During "free time" you have an assortment of simsense options that you can experience for an hour. inmates get allowances for good behavior, having the Special, vlounteering as human test subjects, not filing appeals, etc.

So far Sinn's room mate Skin (which can't help but remind Sinn of his arrest) has been pretty chill. He's stuck by his side, andeven glared down a couple of hopefuls in the shower room. By the way he looks at Sinn and how vigorously he jerks off at night though, it's a pretty good bet he expects something back soon.

Yard time is the real high light. It happens twice a week, or if you cash in 50 allowances. It's the only time the inmates see natural light, even though it seems to be perpetually overcast. The yard is patrolled by roto drones apparently equipped wth sharpshooter programs and stickN shock. Sinn knows this because of the their accuracy in breaking up a few brawls. Antrhforms also roam the area. Sinn has to see a single metahuman that wasn't a prisoner.

He did have a suprise when he saw what he thought was Hard Rock. He almost got killed for his mistake however, as Rock's win borther PickAxe, the adept and ex-kick artist, began kicked his ass all over the yard. Apparnetly he had more Allowances than Sinn becuase he wasn't tazed. Asking around after his lip healed, Axe is apparently tight with the Sons of Sauron on the inside, and took offense to a "dirty keeb" talking to him. Actually killing him however would have meant time in the tanks. Week long sensory deprivation is harder time than anyone here wants to serve.

The syndicates and gangs seem to band together here. Sinn's seen mroe han a few mafioso, who seem to be the high horses here, boasting more than the Yaks or any of the gangs. They certainly have their enemies, but they have a lot of pull others don't seem to. They seem to know how to get messages out side, which means they know how to get to families. They havne't seem to have decided yet whether Sinn is one of them or not yet. They seem to be waiting for something.

Throughout it though, the worst part is the feel of the entire prison. The mana warp is always present in his senses. The feelings of violence and the heavy derpession and hopelessness are like a constant weight on his shoulders. More than a few of the hardened criminals simply break down and cry at completely random times when it becomes too much. This is the only time no one preys on someone showing a weakness, as they all feel the same pain. Seeing another person succumbing to it makes it even more poignant. Sinn hasn't managed a single piece of magic since his arrival.

Even the highest force spell comes out as a minor trickle of mana, having little to no affect. A few of the strongest mages have managed to get a spell of once according to rumor. But any magic use is automatically a week in the Tanks, followed by a month in solitary. If they survive that without going insane, it's another month spent drugged to the ears, while their magic is slowly burned out of them. The last known person to go through this and survived commited suicide a week later,

Nursing parts of his wounds that Pick Axe gave him, Sinn sits in his cell talking with Skin about some of the places he's been, and just a few of the people hes met. No one real important. Sinn knows the discressancie of being a runner, being one himself...or was one atleast.

So Skin, you've been kinda lookin out for me. I just want to let you know that apreciate that. I really do. Its hard to beleive I got better friends in prison than out. Sin chuckles a bit.

After his conversation with Skin, Sin lays on his bed and thinks of Dante, Lucky, where the fuck Bourban was for all this.
Lucky, my son better be okay when I get out. Ill do all the explaining to him, you just take care of him. Kill that bitch if she lays a hand on him.....

Yeah well, we all gotta wach' 'chother's bak sides ya' know. Ya can thank me later.

Ya know if yer eva' gettin' outta here?

Skin, Ive died 5 times and went to both heaven and hell. This prison has got nothin on me. It may take a while, but nothing is going to stop me. Ive got too much too lose out there, then to rought in here, with the likes, like "The bloody assholes" and that jerkoff Pickaxe. You know I used to work with his brother. Its a damn shame there not more alike. Rock's a good guy. Anyway, 15 life sentences arent gonna keep me here. But remember Skin, keep your mouth shut about this, I dont want any attention here, especially about this. But when I do get out, Ill take you with me. Soka?

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