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Treegate Update: No Permit Was Pulled To Trim Ficus Trees Outside of Universal’s Gate 8, Says City Controller

(7/19/23, Deadline)

UPDATED: LA City Controller Kenneth Mejia revealed in a tweet Wednesday that no permit was pulled to trim the now-infamous Ficus trees outside of Universal’s Gate 8.

He added in a thread that “The City of LA’s Urban Forestry Division (UFD) will coordinate w/ StreetsLA’s Investigation & Enforcement Division (IED) to confirm if this case warrants the issuance of an administrative citation or hearing. If issued, the administrative citation fee starts at $250.”

Mejia had previously tweeted that the trees — which had provided shade for picketers during the ongoing strike before they were pruned over the weekend — are LA City managed street trees.

After members of the WGA discovered the thinned-out trees and made a stink via social media, the studio provided tents for additional shade.

PREVIOUSLY:  Treegate just became a thing.

City Controller Kenneth Mejia has vowed to look into the newly pruned ficus trees outside of Universal’s Gate 8, after picketers drew attention to their thinned branches while marching in 90-degree-plus heat. Pine trees on the opposite side of Barham weren’t touched, and neither were a row of pepper trees behind the Universal fence near the production gate.

In a series of Tweets Tuesday, Mejia said his office is investigating what happened to the Ficuses on Barham Boulevard, which he said are “LA City managed street trees.” WGA picketers drew attention to their thinned out ranks on Monday. Universal owned up to trimming them but said in a statement it was done for “safety reasons” though it “has created unintended challenges for demonstrators, that was not our intention.”

“Trees are essential to providing Angelenos with significant environmental and public health benefits, especially during a heatwave,” Mejia said in a tweet. “Public Works’ Bureau of Street Services (StreetsLA) is responsible for maintaining the City’s 700,000+ trees in the public right-of-way.”

He went on to say in a thread that “code enforcement for street trees (including the pruning or removal of trees without a permit) is the responsibility of the StreetsLA Investigation and Enforcement Division. Violations can result in code enforcement citations.”

Separately, the fight over the studio’s construction on Lankershim Boulevard and its impact on the ongoing strike just got even bigger: The WGA and SAG-AFTRA today filed complaints with the National Labor Relations Board over the lack of safe pathways available for union members to picket.

“Within the past six months, [NBCUniversal Media] has interfered with, coerced, and restrained employees in the exercise of their rights under Section 7 of the [National Labor Relations] Act,” the Writers Guild of America, West, said in its filing (read it here).

Said interference includes but is not limited to “interfering with lawful picketing activity by designating as picketing locations areas where the public sidewalks have been covered up with construction fencing, forcing picketers to patrol in busy streets with significant car traffic where two picketers have already been struck by a car and by refusing to provide K-rail barriers to establish pedestrian walkways for picketers to use after Los Angeles Police Department advised the employer weeks ago in the interest of public safety to do so.”

SAG-AFTRA’s complaint reads in part: “On or around Thursday, July 13, 2023, the employer, through its agents and managers, instructed SAG-AFTRA to send its members to picket at the unsafe crowded location, exacerbating the dire public safety situation to interfere with striking members’ right to engage in the protected, concerted activity of picketing and patrolling outside the employer’s premises during a lawful strike.” Read the full filing here.

In response, an NBCUniversal spokesperson released this statement today: “We are aware of the WGA and SAG-AFTRA complaints. We strongly believe that the company has fulfilled our legal obligations under the National Labor Relations Act (NLRA) and we will cooperate with respect to any inquiries by the National Labor Relations Board on this issue. While we understand the timing of our multi-year construction project has created challenges for demonstrators, we continue to work with public agencies to increase access. We support the unions’ rights to demonstrate safely.”

The WGAW filing also cited “the egregious and flagrant nature of the employer’s illegal conduct and the irreparable harm, including the threat of bodily harm, caused by the above-mentioned violations of the Act.”

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A very long time ago, I received a lovely DM from @marziemoo when they asked about what are some recommendations for wlw/sapphic books about or written by authors of color. I apologize that it has taken me so long.

Allow me first to give some caveats:

I am very, very, very white. I am NOT a person of color. Please take my opinion with a grain of salt.

I take FOREVER to read books so, the ones I have read is small list but I have included ones that I researched and ones that have been on my To Read List for a while.

I tend to read mostly fantasy, so this list will comprise mostly of fantasy because that is what I read. I'll try to diversify with other genres. Everything except "The Jasmine Throne" I have not yet read.

Tasha Suri is a South Asian author whose work "The Jasmine Throne" depicts the story of an imprisoned princess and a priestess who hides from her past. It's passionate and powerful.

Warning: this book does depict or implicate harsher subjects and themes such as sexism, human sacrifice, and contains violence.

Kalynn Bayron, a black author. "Cinderella is Dead" tells the story of Sophia, who is forced with other girls to be forced into marriage two hundred years after Cinderella and her tale died. Sophia is joined with Constance, the last descendent of Cinderella and her step-sisters, to bring down the king. I haven't read this one yet, but it sits on my giant pile of To Read stack

This book by Leah Johnson tells the story of Liz Lighty, a midwest black girl. She's hoping to find financial aid so she can attend the college of her dreams. In order to do that, she has to become prom queen. Along comes Mack, the new girl, who is also vying for the prom queen crown. Sounds like rivals-to-lovers to me? I don't really read contemporary fiction, but the story premise is cute.

In Chinelo Okparanta's book, Ijeoma grows up as her nation gains independence and by the time she's 11, civil war breaks out. Ijeoma is sent away to safety where she comes across another displaced child. Friendship blooms and becomes a star-crossed romance. Again, I don't read a lot of contemporary fiction, but I might had this one to my reading list myself.

With the world's survival at stake, two teenagers are selected to journey to the Fairy Queen to fix it. Kaede and Taisin are drawn together during the mission. As members of their party succumb to unearthly attacks and fairy tricks, the two come to rely on each other and even begin to fall in love. This is a prequel to Malinda Lo's series, Ash.

Originally published in 1995, LarissaLai weaves a story in and out of medieval China to contemporary Vancouver. The book follows a thousand year old fox spirit, a 9th century Taoist poet and nun, and a young Asian-American named Artemis.

Makeda Hicks just lost her job and girlfriend in one fell swoop. She doesn't want to hear stories from her grandmother about her whirlwind affairs with royals and agents. So when Beznaria Chetchevaliere crashes into her life, Makeda can't resist. Only one bed and fake marriage hijinks insues!

Lei, in Natasha Ngan's book, Girls of Paper and Fire, lives with her father years after her mother is taken by the royal guards and disappeared. Now, they've come for Lei, whose rumored beauty has intrigued the king. Lei enters the opulent yet oppressive palace to train with eight other young women to please the king. A forbidden romance begins with Lei and she begins to question how far she would go for revenge.

In Tehlor Kay Mejia's premiere novel, 'We Set the Dark on Fire,' writes a compelling story that mirrors real world issues of immigration and equality. Daniela Vargas is the top student at Medio School for Girls. As a top student, upon graduation her paths are limited, run a husband's household or raise his children. Will Daniela chose the life of privilege her parents fought for or will she join the resistance to bring true freedom to Medio, and perhaps forbidden love?

Seventeen year old Lil and her twin sister, Kizzy are captured and taken away from their traveler community. Forced to work in the kitchens, Lil is drawn to another slave, Mira. Lil and the others discover and fight for a fate of their own making. (Through some research, I discovered that the author, Kiran Millwood Hargrave, is of Indian descent through her mother and lives in Oxford.)

Yetu remembers everything. She remembers the people who came before her, the pregnant African women thrown overboard by their enslavers. In order to escape this burden and the memories, Yetu travels to the surface to discover her past and a future for her people.

Manuela Azul lives a confined life in a small Florida apartment hiding from both her father's crime family in Argentina and ICE. On the run, she discovers a world within our own and one which Manuela discovers something about herself that could rock her world.

This Hugo award-winning novel by S.L. Huang, is a retelling of the Western fairy tale classic, Little Red Riding Hood. Only this time, Red Riding Hood is done with wolves and forests. Combing fairy tale nostalgia and Chinese folklore, the main characters, Rosa, Red Riding Hood, and Hou Yi the Archer join forces and set forth on a quest to stop the deadly sunbirds from destroying everything they hold dear.

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ICE illegally deports family of asylum seekers from Vermont

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A family has been deported to Honduras, in violation of the government’s legal protections for asylum seekers. Greisy Mejia, 29, came to the United States with her nine-year-old daughter and infant son fleeing for her life. Rather than allow her to apply for relief from deportation, immigration agents detained Greisy and her children yesterday in St. Albans, VT. 

As dozens of community members gathered for an emergency rally outside the Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) office, Greisy and her children were driven away. They were put on a plane and deported to Honduras. ICE carried out this deportation despite protections guaranteeing individuals who express fear of persecution in their country of origin an interview with an asylum officer.

Late last year – following extortion and threats from organized crime – Greisy and her family fled Honduras to seek asylum in the United States. When she arrived at the border, she was detained. Though Greisy told Border Patrol agents that she feared for her life, she was not allowed to apply for asylum. Instead, she and her children were deported. 

Greisy and family in Vermont

Knowing that staying in Honduras could be a death sentence, Greisy again attempted to come to the U.S earlier this year. Because they had denied her the opportunity to request asylum the first time, Greisy decided not to turn herself into Border Patrol again; instead, she crossed the border, hoping to join her family in Vermont.

Because of their vulnerable position, Greisy and her children were kidnapped as soon as they made it across. The kidnappers held them for weeks, abused them, and demanded $9,000 ransom from her family. Greisy and her children were finally able to escape and reach a police officer in Uvalde, Texas.

Following their escape from the kidnappers, Greisy was once more handed over to Border Patrol. She was given an ankle monitor, put under an order of supervision, and allowed to travel to Vermont. Upon arriving in Vermont, Greisy connected with Migrant Justice and was in the process of applying for asylum and for a special visa available to victims of human trafficking.

After several routine appointments with ICE, Greisy was asked to return to their office in St. Albans, VT with her two kids. ICE agents knew that she would be filing a petition to request to remain in the U.S. and implied that they might remove her ankle monitor.

Yesterday, July 9th, Greisy and her two kids reported to the ICE office. They remained in the waiting room for six hours, held without food, under the pretense that ICE would consider Greisy’s petition for relief. When agents finally appeared, they arrested Greisy, her nine-year-old daughter, and infant son.

The family’s attorneys at the Center for Justice Reform of Vermont Law and Graduate School attempted to file an emergency application for a “Stay of Removal” to stop their deportation, but ICE would not accept the application at its Vermont office. Instead, the agency put the family on a plane to Honduras, where they arrived this afternoon.

We denounce this cruel and horrific abuse. ICE needlessly and knowingly sent a family back to a country where their lives will be at risk – in violation of the law and the agency’s own guidelines. We hold ICE responsible for any harm that comes to Greisy and her family. This is an attack against the entire immigrant community. Migrant Justice mourns the deportation of this family and will continue to fight for their safe return to the United States.

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WIP Wednesday: Custos Custodium

This week, Jensen gets to see life on the inside when he's sent into the Pent House, a supermax facility for dangerous Augs, on a mission. There'll be a lot of drugs. But at least he gets to hang out with Jarreau for a minute. The whole thing is at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55686901/chapters/141357007.

Jarreau briefed him over coffee. Hector Guerrero had infiltrated Junkyard as one Oscar Mejia over two years ago. The silent agent was in Organized Crime, not CT, but he was in position to confirm or deny the intel on the widespread terror attacks allegedly planned for the second anniversary of the Incident. Junkyard had maneuvered him into the “Pent House,” the Penley T. Housefather Federal Correctional Facility, a super-max for Augs run jointly with the state government in the middle of the Arizona desert. No one knew why, but it had been intentional. And they couldn’t ask him: he’d gone “dark opal,” no comms contact whatsoever lest he blow his cover and lose his angle—and his life. Jensen’s mission was to be “transferred in,” make contact of a subtler sort, get the intel, extract Agent Guerrero if possible, and be “transferred out” to another facility a few days later.

He had a cover identity, too, as a hatchet-man for a gang out of Wisconsin, moved down south to get him away from his known associates. He was supposed to have received his augs after a self-sacrificing act of loyalty to his boss, who’d sprung for the good stuff out of gratitude. Jensen wasn’t sure it would explain how he’d become almost half Sarif-brand milspec carbon and chrome, but the cover only had to hold up for a few days.

The cover came with a set of charges, but they let him pick a name. He went with “Derrick Walthers,” an homage to his favorite boxer, a Detroit boy whose similar build had given Jensen a lot of inspiration back in the day, and to his sort-of godmother. He warned Malik and, after a moment’s thought, Pritchard that he was going no-contact himself for several days to a week, then hung up his coat in the Phoenix office and changed into anonymous street clothes. Jarreau wished him good luck.

And then he was in an automated VTOL on an automated route out over the Arizona desert to the rocky butte where the Pent House throbbed like a steel carbuncle of anti-Aug sentiment made manifest. The VTOL came in over the pad, stopped, turned, and dropped with a bounce on its shocks. Its flight was robotic, without spirit or grace or economy, either of momentum or of fuel. Jensen thought about the way Malik made the chunky Bumblebee dance like a hummingbird and shook his head minutely.

Processing sucked, despite his best efforts to appreciate the irony. They’d changed him into a red prison jumpsuit already, with an inmate number stenciled on the zip-off top and the trousers. He’d been put in leg irons and manacles that enclosed his entire hands, both made of titanium, neither enough to do more than slow him down if he tried to make a break for it. But the heavy collar around his neck was the worst. Two guards attached long poles to it and walked him into an elevator that took him down to the processing station, while cameras and turrets scrutinized his every move.

Then they opened up his temporal port and put a control chip into him, something from TYM’s labs behind American branding, no doubt. He suspected it built on Reed’s work, as subverted by Darrow: it wracked his body with pain every time he used bioenergy.

And whenever they aimed a little remote at him and pressed the button. Which they did, gleefully. And repeatedly. One guard kicked him in the kidneys once he’d dropped to his knees in agony, but it barely registered through the electric torment. The prison’s head CO, a tall man with iron-grey hair and a permanent sneer whose ID badge read STENGER, made sure he got the message loud and clear, staring him down while his muscles locked up, myomer clawing at itself just like the flesh beside it, a quivering, full-body rictus.

The pain coursed through him like he was burning up from within. He felt a flicker of sympathy for Zhao Yun Ru before the agony overwhelmed him and he blacked out.

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SAN FRANCISCO (AP) — Nine current or former Northern California police officers were charged Thursday in a federal corruption investigation that found evidence they committed civil rights violations and fraud in an effort to get a pay raise and lied on reports to cover up the use of excessive force, U.S. authorities said.

Ismail J. Ramsey, U.S. Attorney for the Northern District of California, filed four indictments that outlined charges including wire fraud, deprivation of rights under color of law, conspiracy against rights, and conspiracy to distribute anabolic steroids. Nine police officers and one community service officer are named in the charges, though only two are charged in multiple indictments.

The investigation centered on the departments in Antioch and Pittsburg, two cities in the San Francisco Bay Area. Only three of the officers remain employed by the departments and were not on active duty, officials said.

Arrest warrants were served Thursday in California, Texas and Hawaii, said Robert Tripp, special agent in charge of the FBI’s San Francisco Field Office. One has not yet been arrested, officials said.

Morteza Amiri, Eric Allen Rombough, Patrick Berhan, Samantha Peterson, Brauli Rodriguez Jalapa and Ernesto Juan Mejia-Orozco pleaded not guilty to various charges, and most were released on condition that they posted property bonds, the Bay Area News Group reported.

Rombough appeared in Oakland federal court dressed in ripped clothes, with bloody hands and knees and wearing a shirt that read: “don’t weaken,” the Bay Area News Group reported.

His attorney, Will Edelman, told the judge that there was “absolutely no reason” that his client had to be taken into custody and handcuffed because he would have willingly appeared if ordered.

The defendants could face decades in federal prison if convicted of the charges.

Tripp said the arrests were the result of a two-year investigation.

“Any breach of the public’s trust is absolutely unacceptable,” Tripp said while discussing charges against Antioch officers that include using their official positions as officers to deprive people of their rights.

Charges against Amiri, Rombough and Devon Christopher Wenger say the three Antioch police officers conspired between February 2019 and March 2022 “to injure, oppress, threaten and intimidate residents of Antioch, California” and later falsified reports about the encounters.

In obscenity-laden text messages, the three men referred to some suspects as “gorillas.” They laughed and joked about harming people who apparently had surrendered or appeared to be asleep by setting Amiri’s police dog on them or Rombough shooting them with a 40mm “less-lethal” projectile launcher, the indictment said.

Prosecutors say from 2019 to 2021, the dog bit 28 people while Rombough used the launcher 11 times in 2020 and 2021.

Amiri posted graphic photos of the dog wounds, and Rombough said he was keeping the projectiles to make a trophy flag, according to the indictment.

In one case, a man suspected of five armed robberies had given up and was lying on the ground when Amiri’s K-9 bit him, the indictment alleged.

In one text, Amiri wrote: “let’s (f-obscenity) some people up next work week.”

Amiri says that he will find some action and write up the police report, adding: “Just come over and crush some skulls.”

In one 2020 text sequence, Amiri says that he confronted a transient he believed had stolen his mail “and dragged him to the back of a car to ‘discuss’ the matter.”

“Lol. Putting a pistol in someone’s mouth and telling them to stop stealing isn’t illegal,” he texted. “It’s an act of public service to prevent further victims of crimes”

“Defendants authored police reports containing false and misleading statements to suggest that the force they used was necessary and justifiable,” the indictment said. “In truth and in fact, and as the Defendants well knew, Defendants willfully used excessive force in numerous incidents, including those identified in this Indictment.”

Police unions did not immediately respond to requests for information on whether the defendants had lawyers who can speak on their behalf. Emails to the Pittsburg and Antioch police departments seeking comment were not immediately returned.

Thousands of incendiary text messages by more than a dozen officers in the Antioch Police Department had previously come to light and led to a federal lawsuit. The texts contained derogatory, racist, homophobic and sexually explicit language. In some of them, the officers bragged about making up evidence and beating up suspects. They freely used racial slurs and made light of the police killing of George Floyd in 2020.

The city of Antioch, with about 115,000 residents 45 miles (72 kilometers) east of San Francisco, was once predominantly white but has diversified in the last 30 years. Federal and state prosecutors have dropped or dismissed dozens of cases that relied on the impugned officers, and the city now faces a federal civil rights lawsuit over the text messages.

Jalapa, Mejia-Orozco and Amanda Carmella Theodosy/Nash, as well as Antioch community service officer Peterson, were charged with conspiracy to commit wire fraud and wire fraud surrounding allegations they had other people take and complete online university courses toward a criminal justice degree. The police departments offered reimbursement for college tuition and pay raises for those who graduate college, prosecutors said.

Two Antioch officers, Daniel Harris and Wenger, were charged with several counts related to distributing anabolic steroids.

Another Antioch officer, Timothy Manly Williams, faces charges related to the obstruction of a federal investigation for allegedly using a personal cellphone in 2021 to talk to the target of an FBI wiretap investigation and then made sure the call wasn’t recorded or accurately logged.

“Today is a dark day in our city’s history, as people trusted to uphold the law, allegedly breached that trust and were arrested by the FBI,” Antioch Mayor Lamar Thorpe said in a statement. “As our city absorbs this tragic news, we must come together as one. Today’s actions are the beginning of the end of a long and arduous process.”

Thorpe is among three Black, progressive members of the five-person council who have said they are committed to holding police accountable.

“To those that have accused me and others of being anti-police for seeking to reform the Antioch Police Department, today’s arrests are demonstrative of the issues that have plagued the Antioch Police Department for decades,” he added.

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Anotaciones del camino

Caminata Punk

26 Octubre

MÓDULO #3

Caminata punk con Caliche integrante y militante punk de la banda Desaptadoz, Barrió Castilla, Medellín, Antioquía.

Con presupuesto participativo

Libro: Mala hierva. Caliche

Editorial anarkista Bogotana valija de fuego

Otro libro: A paso punk

Teología de la liberación. Padre Camilo Torres

Historia del punk según el evangelio de Caliche:

Orígen socio político y cultural del punk. Contraposición y reacción ante las macrobandas del rock y una internación con el otro más directa y genuina. New york bandas de garaje en CBGB como los Ramones. Inglaterra recesión por el conflicto árabe que cerró el flujo petrolero en los años 70.

Anécdota: Manager de sex pistols, mc laren situacionista. Introdujo gestos provocativos y proyectó la banda mediáticamente. Anécdota del Támesis en el jubileo de la Reina Isabel.

Libro pogo sobre identidades punk

Libro. Tribulaciones punk. Novela

Libros publicados en Castilla, manifiesto punk tercer mundista. Giovanni ... Bajista de la banda desadaptadoz .Nombrado por Carlos como poeta maldito

Se habla de la relación de medellin y el punk. Castilla...

La importancia del barrio

Se platica sobre los festivales punk. Tomas del espacio público. Festival en la calle.

Ahora se realiza en el parque Juanes

Producción de fanzine el sotano. Memoria punk Medellín.... memorias del primer bar punk castilla.

Otro libro memoria de los tugurios

Moravia. Vigente mejia cura de liberación. Ayudo a la construcción de Moravia. Al lado de Moravia éxistia el barrio punk.

Primer concierto 1985 y ensayadero. 1986

Los kenedy. Los dementes... entre otros

Galladas de punk

Festivales zona 2.

Castilla la zona más punkera de Medellín u colombia.

Sobre festival Ancón en los años 70, carolo y su proyecto hippie. El pantanero, ña desnudez y el escándalo. Consumo de substancias. La contracultura y las posteriores censuras.

Judas primera banda.

Argus. Prinera banda traída de Afuera

1985. Crisis. Economía de Medellín. Fabricato,colteger...

Los conciertos de las Casas de familia a las casas abandonadas.

Veracruz y el concierto la batalla de las bandas. 1985

4 bandas de clase media alta contra 3 bandas clases obreras

En bello. El ultra metal

Los por.... en los años 80

Muchos integrantes del punk migraron a grupos narcotraficantes. Dinámicas sociales del conflicto.

Los asesinos del cártel de Medellín. La quica y tison. Eran parte de las galladas del rock.

Alcaldes alonso Salazar y el cineasta Víctor gaviria.

Los grupos estigmatizados cuando recobran su memoria se reivindica el acto político. Caminar como resistencia, acto político. Caminar en los 90 era un acto peligroso. Combos y fronteras.

Caminar también es estético m. Transforma la cotidianidad del barrio. La presencia polítiza y crea identidad.

1978

Turbay ayala

Seguridad nacional importada de eeuuu

Omaira militante eln primera desaparició forzada

1982 Belisario Betancourt

La union patriorica. Todos sus 7000 militantes exterminados

1985 dialogo nacional. Pero se rompe por la toma del palacio nacional. Comienza la guerra sucia y surge el narcotráfico.

Un joven menor de edad asesina a in ministro. Comienza el sicariato. Ese fen��meno estigmatiza la juventud

1983. Pablo Escobar funda los extraditables. Para presionar con terror político

1986. Milicias populares para mantener barrios seguros.

1987. Arremetida a la udea.. 17 asesinatos entré profesores y trabajadores.... muere Héctor abad gomez. Defensor humano y médico social. Ese año se cierra la universidad

1988. Año brutal de la década. El narcotráfico y los brazos armados de p escobar. Los del carrusel (Castilla) y los Triana. Se declara guerra contra el estado. Plan pistola matar policías o agentes policiales. 200 policías muertos

"Rompa el silencio mate un policía"

"Prohibido tirar muertos acá '

Esquinas y basureros.

1986. Alcaldía... campaña publicitaria. Quiero a Medellín. Dale amor a Medellín. Quiero a medellin grupo asesinos limpieza social

Cuidar la tasita de plata... limpiar una taza de Plata con sangré

89 al 91 mueren candidatos presidenciales de izquierda

Más pdridodidtss, sindicalistas y defensores asesinadoso desparecidos

1991. Año más violento 6000 jóvenes asesinados y torturados 14 a 28 años

Fin de semana festivo 126 muertos

El dia de la Madre. Día más violentó

48 muertos en 12 horas policlínica

Policlínica cerrada. Tocar la puerta. No se podía auxiliar un herido. Cadáver quedaba días abandonado. Asesinar y luego rematar al cadáver

Anécdota:

Bucaramanga.. el sembrador. Jesus peña... Teatro callejero. Zancos.

Sus poemas. Desaparecidos. Y esta generación está en peligro.

Desaparecidos y asesinado. 16 puñaladas en el cuello, le arrancaron los ojos y la lengua,... Asesinado a los 26 años. Porsus trabajos políticos con indio lndupalma y otros ejercicios sociales

Antibiótico Camacho rugueles. Poets pintor desaparecido.... Aparece junto a chucho peña en una columna del periódico el espectador

Desadaptadoz reivindica su voz e imagen. Musicaliza los poemas de chucho. Está generación está en peligro

Banda furibunda serna. Homenaje al che Guevara...

Lectura del poema de chucho peña

Seguimos la caminata hacía el primer bar punk de Medellín

Los pichurrias... En sus Casas se regrababan los casetes

Los pichurrias hermano del poeta chucho, nn, la pestilencia, anarkia, palabras, desadaptadoz, caso insolito, imágen, p.n.e,

Gallada los semen

1985 teleantioquia abre....la banda imagen abre empresa para hacee videos. Trabajaban en teleantioquia. Asesinando el chino fredy rodas, por la esposa para cobrar el seguro de vida

Proseguimos al barrio lenin, Francisco Antonio zea se llama actualmente

La palabra gonorrea se dice 65 veces en un texto el cual da alocución del parlache

Primer ensayadero.... Se constituyen las bandas. Escena la metalera em Rodrigo d.... v.gaviria acude a esta casa

Las tiernas... Galladas de muchachas punk en la cuadra del barrio castilla

Padre Vicente Mejía funda con 6 familias el barrio lenin. Pocos años después 300 fsmilian componen la invasión. Tugurios y basura... El cura de la basura.

Los predios son legalizados al Francisco Antonio zea etapa 4... borrando memoria

En este barrio se hacían los wastes. Huella arqueológico de 3 décadas

Luis Carlos cordoba. Primer bajista de reggae en Medellín... Un rojo banda en costarica... Foto cada cartel amarillo

The porks... Integraron pichirrias, desadaptsdoz, pne, ultimátum primera mujer punk en Colombia. Patricia arenas 1986. Crea fancine feminista en 1986... La ropa se hacía autogestionada... botas personalizadas por un zapatero del barrio Castilla

Primer festival punk luego de las mellizas en buenos Aires en salón comunal. Le pidieron permiso al cura.. disfrazados de Domingo. Todos usaron la mejor pinta punk. Mataban ratas en cañadas y se colgaban los collares... Así se reivindica la ruina En una época dónde muchos jóvenes mataban por conseguir ropa y relojes de marca. Una reivindicación de la sociedad con la sociedad como herramienta disruptiva. Ls estética de lo feo. El festival duro 3 canciones... Llegaron los furgones de la policía. 300 punk.. tratándose de voltear el camion. Mayores de edad a la f2 policía secreta.... Menores a la comisaría

Los años más violentos los años más resitentes. Acciones culturales, corporaciones culturales como nuestra gente. Comunidades organizando y planeado su existencia

Los sementes del barrio París.. los pestex

En los 80 colegios pascual bravo, Liceo antioqueño.... Anécdota de punk que se vuela los dedos.. punk medallón pro rigo.... 1986 en Copacabana

Narkosis banda Peruana influenció con sucios policía verde... Orinando gente

Anécdota de los gargajos. Pásame la energía.. gargajo a gargajo

Cocol... Ritual de la energía. Gargajo al o cocol. Alcohol con Coca-Cola

Estúpidas miradas.... canción acá

Los punkeros orinando la gente... Los kenedi.

Gg Allen... Músico fecal. Seguro leyó al Márquez de sade..

Teatro al aire libre zoralla cataño en Castilla

Desaparecida en los años 90 en moravia

Los 90s

Al lado del instituto pedagógico alfa

Combo el carrusel... Castilla era muy caliente

El epl se desmoviliza Medellín.. captados por narcotráfico por sus conocimientos militares. Dirigidos por Carlos vieco... Tenían control social. Reconocimiento de problemas sociales. Atracar bancos.

Vieco les decia a los asesinos que se debían culturizar. Cine en el subterráneo en Carlos e... Los asesinos se cuestionan sobre la cultura, la música clásica. Sembraban árboles. Los cccc centro cultural Castilla

Las manifestaciones movilizando cultura. Bandas armadas.

Los conciertos se hacían en casas

Más allá de la pielm festival organizado por los cñsientes 1991. En Youtube

Solicitud ciudad frecuencia para comodato colegio. Museo punk. Castilla no tiene casa cultural.

Surge denuncio. Kdh kaso de homicidio. Surge en Castilla en un lugar de criadero de gallinas

Colectivo no copio... en contra del homicidio... en concierto asesinaron con machete a un niño que huía... Herencia de muerte

Acuerdo de no agresión. Taller arte barrio el progreso 2 cerca estación picacho.... Esculturas del conflicto atraves de la arcilla

Aca operan los Mondongueros.... paz total.... No quieren hacer parte del Proceso de diálogo....

Frutas extrañas. Billie hollieday

Negros ahorcados

2010 2009. Eventos en contá de feonteras invisibles

Medellín si tugurios. Pablo Escobar inaugurado cancha rene Higuita... Iluminación del sector

2000

Bar yage... Punk.

Se crea muchas agrupación ese castilla

Seguridad democrática

Desadaptadoz hace varios performance... No seas in payaso más para la guerra

Disfrazados militares con maquillaje de payaso

Víctimas y victimarios en mayores de edad. Toques de queda para menores por la alcaldía. Toques de queda por factores armados. Volsntes de encierro. Desobediencia civil. Concidrto en cancha milita. Para romper toques de queda.

Llega la policía comisión y se establece que el concierto va hasta las 4am...

Colectivo toque de salida por la vida. Carnavales por la vida.. resonancia para otros comunas. Payasos para la guerra

Otra acción. Está calle es nuestra.... Asesinados por fronteras. Se hacía en concierto en esa calle

A la salida nos vemos... Para leer poesía o un concierto

Antecedente Banda muy Nueva.. homenajes David Quintana por captación de presupuesto participativo por paramilitares

Ver YouTube

Katalexia

Asta kask. Suecia y toca en bar yage

Siniestro total en bar yage

Condlict de república checa...

Mural realizado en año de peste

2016 alcaldía bogota. Conciertos navideños.

Fin de la caminata. Comienza otra

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Carrollton Couple Tied to Possibly 10 Juvenile Overdoses Charged with Fentanyl Conspiracy

DALLAS, TX – Two fentanyl dealers allegedly tied to as many as 10 juvenile overdoses, three of them fatal, have been federally charged, announced Special Agent in Charge of the DEA Dallas Eduardo A. Chávez Luis Eduardo Navarrete, 21, and Magaly Mejia Cano, 29, were charged via criminal complaint with conspiracy to distribute fentanyl. They were arrested at Mr. Navarrete’s residence in Carrollton…

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FINALLY HER REF IS READY🥺🥺

SO this is bonita or bonnie shes a nerd that became a jock (not really) she likes bears and can be very feisty if she feels unconfy and yes shes part of the mtf-beta 7 shes also a lesbian.. so.. ladies ;))

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Episode 29: Tehlor Kay Mejia & Tammy from Tim Hortons

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You won’t hear this from the media, but we are 123 days into this year and have lost 119 law enforcement officers in the line of duty. There were also 3 Police K-9’s killed. Many in America don’t know their names.  

Here they are Liberals, SAY THEIR NAMES...

Sergeant Gordon William Best Sergeant Daniel Marcus Mobley Lieutenant Jeff Bain Deputy Sheriff Nicholas Howell Sergeant Randall Sims Deputy Sheriff Jonathan David Price Police Officer Jay Hughes Officer Brian David Sicknick Sergeant David G. Crumpler Lieutenant William Lyle Gardner Conservation Officer Steven Reighard Police Officer Arturo Villegas Master Corporal Brian Roy LaVigne Agent Luis A. Marrero-Díaz Agent Luis X. Salamán-Conde Agent Eliezer Hernández-Cartagena Police Officer Melton "Fox" Gore Sergeant Frederick H. "Butch" Cameron Detective Sergeant Stephen R. Desfosses Chief of Police Tony M. Jordan Corporal Christine Peters Constable Sherry Kay Langford Lieutenant Treva Preston Corrections Officer IV Alfred Jimenez Police Officer Jerry Steven Hemphill Sergeant Edward John Marcurella, Jr. Lieutenant John Reynolds Corrections Officer Joseph A. Martini Deputy Sheriff Adam Gibson Police Officer Brandon M. Stalker Warrants Officer Toby Keiser Deputy Sheriff Jacinto R. Navarro, Jr. Officer Byron Don Shields Lieutenant Frank Arnold Special Agent Wayne Douglas Snyder Captain Michael D'Angelo Garigan Lieutenant Juan Rafael Rivera-Padua Auxiliary Sergeant Louis M. Livatino Director of Field Operations Beverly Good Sergeant Tommy W. Cudd Sergeant Jeffery Robert Smith Special Agent Robert Allan Mayer, Jr. Sergeant William Brautigam Correctional Officer Juan Llanes Sergeant Grace A. Bellamy Lieutenant Michael Boutte Special Agent Laura Ann Schwartzenberger Special Agent Daniel Alfin Detention Officer Robert Perez Agent Juan Rosado-López Patrolman Darian Jarrott Detective Pedro Junior "Pete" Mejia Officer Cesar Dangaran Sibonga Deputy Sheriff Ross Dixon Corrections Officer IV Vicky James Investigator Eddie B. Hutchison, III Chief of Police Timothy John Sheehan Deputy Sheriff Donald Raymond Gilreath, III Police Officer Mitchell Penton Officer Genaro Guerrero Corrections Officer IV Tawiwo Obele Major Estaban "Stevie" Ramirez, III Deputy Constable Manuel Phillipe De La Rosa Sergeant Richard Paul Brown Deputy Sheriff Michael Magli Police Officer Horacio Dominguez Lieutenant Eugene Lasco Natural Resources Officer Jason Lagore Parole Officer Troy K. Morin Officer Carlos Mendoza Deputy Sheriff Thomas Albanese Reserve Deputy Constable Martinus Mitchum Police Officer Dominic Jared Winum Captain Justin Williams Bedwell Police Officer II Jose Anzora Corrections Officer III Tracey Adams Officer Crispin San Juan San Jose Officer Jesse Madsen Sergeant Barry Edwin Henderson Deputy Sheriff Stanley "Allen" Burdic Police Officer Gary Hibbs Border Patrol Agent Alejandro Flores-Bañuelos Police Officer Kevin Valencia Sergeant LaShonda Owens Police Officer Eric Talley Chief of Police Fred Alan Posavetz Correctional Officer Robert McFarland Senior Master Trooper Todd A. Hanneken Corporal Kyle Jeffrey Davis Trooper Joseph Gallagher Sergeant Shane Owens Reserve Deputy Sheriff James Driver Trooper Chad Walker Corrections Officer Luis Arturo Hernandez, Sr. Police Officer William Evans Lieutenant James Kouski Police Officer Brent Nelson Hall Deputy Sheriff Christopher Wilson Knight Sergeant James K. Smith Deputy Sheriff Thomas Patrick Barnes Deputy Sheriff Carlos Antonio Hernandez Border Patrol Agent Christopher Shane Simpkins Police Officer David Parde Constable Edward F. Ryan K9 Figo K9 Riley K9 Luna

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Dozens of community members, families of police violence and activists joined a rally outside of the Antioch Police Department on April 18, 2023, to protest the racist and homophobic text messages shared among the department. (Beth LaBerge/KQED)

The FBI arrested nine East Bay police officers on Thursday for alleged civil rights violations, interfering with investigations and defrauding their employers, Ismail Ramsey, U.S. attorney for the Northern District of California, said at a press conference on Thursday afternoon.

The arrests were made in a series of raids early Thursday morning across and beyond the Bay Area, following an 18-month FBI investigation and the release of four federal grand jury indictments against the officers. Charges include conspiracy to commit wire fraud, deprivation of civil rights and destruction of records.

“Today is a dark day in our city’s history, as people trusted to uphold the law, allegedly breached that trust and were arrested by the FBI,” Antioch Mayor Lamar Thorpe said in a written statement shortly after the arrests. “As our city absorbs this tragic news, we must come together as one. Today’s actions are the beginning of the end of a long and arduous process.”

The FBI arrested nine officers on Thursday and a total of 10 have been charged across four indictments, federal law enforcement officials said at the press conference Thursday. Eight of those arrested have made initial court appearances so far.

“This case is one of the highest priorities for the San Francisco Field Office,” said FBI Special Agent in Charge Robert K. Tripp. “Law enforcement officers bear a tremendous responsibility to police out communities lawfully in keeping with the constitution, and we must always be true to that guiding principle.”A chart showing the list of charges against Antioch and Pittsburg police officers by a federal grand jury on Aug. 16, 2023. (Azul Dahlstrom-Eckman/KQED)

“Today’s announcement reporting the arrest of current and former APD officers is disheartening and undermines the incredible work our staff does on a daily basis,” Acting Antioch Chief of Police Joe Vigil said in a press release. “Any police officer who breaks public trust must be held accountable, especially because our effectiveness relies heavily on confidence and support from our community.”

The first indictment includes charges against Morteza Amiri and Samantha Genoveva Peterson of the APD, along with Pittsburg Police Department officers Brauli Rodriguez Jalapa, Ernesto Juan Mejia-Orozco, and Amanda Carmella Theodosy-Nash, for conspiracy to commit wire fraud and faking college credits in order to receive pay bumps.

The second indictment alleges that APD officers Daniel Harris and Devon Wenger illegally obtained and distributed anabolic steroids, and for attempting to destroy evidence that they had tried to do so.

Timothy Manly Williams of the APD was indicted on obstruction of evidence and for destroying and falsifying records to obstruct a federal investigation using a wiretap.

The fourth and final indictment announced Thursday alleges that Morteza Amiri, Eric Rombough and Devon Wenger, all with the APD, carried out what Ramsey called a “disturbing litany” of civil rights violations. The violations include inappropriately deploying a canine and other weapons in order to deliberately harm individuals in Antioch.

Ramsey said that officers shared photos of their victims’ injuries and collected mementos from attacks, such as ammunition used against people of Antioch. “Defendants boasted about their illegal uses of force,” the federal attorney said.

The investigation is still ongoing.

The indictments and subsequent arrests mark a turning point for many members of the community who have been reeling from the recent police scandals.

The investigation kicked off in 2022 after concerns were raised about police officers who lied about their college degrees. But the FBI and Contra Costa County district attorney’s investigation into the local police department would reveal far more crimes and civil rights violations from Antioch and Pittsburg officers.

Among discoveries was a culture of explicitly racist and homophobic messages sent between numerous Antioch police officers. The investigation revealed officers not only using racial epithets including the N-word and describing Black people as “gorillas,” but it also showed officers had falsified confessions to build cases and physically assault suspects.

In several messages, the officers bragged about racial profiling and beating suspects.

California Attorney General Rob Bonta launched a separate civil rights investigation into the APD in May, after it was revealed that officers had exchanged racist and homophobic text messages about community members and people in custody.

“It is our job to protect and serve all of our communities,” Bonta said in a press release announcing his investigation. “Police departments are on the front lines of that fight every day as they work to safeguard the people of our state. However, where there are allegations of potentially pervasive bias or discrimination, it can undermine the trust that is critical for public safety and our justice system. It is our responsibility to ensure that we establish a culture of accountability, professionalism, and zero tolerance for hateful or racist behavior, on or off duty.”

Former Antioch Police Chief Steven Ford announced his retirement last month and officially stepped down on Aug. 11 amid the scandal.

The spiraling revelations have impacted nearly half of the department’s sworn officers, and texts were exchanged between nearly 45 Antioch officers. As of July, 40 out of 90 officers were no longer working, the East Bay Times reports.

Dozens of cases that officers in the probe were involved in have since been dropped or derailed.

Robert Collins, whose step-son Angelo Quinto was killed by Antioch police in December 2020, told KQED that the arrests were an important step in rebuilding trust that has been lost between the community and its law enforcement officials.

“It’s amazing and shocking and sad that the lack of transparency and accountability has led to a police department that is so culturally deficient and problems that are so ingrained, so pervasive. But it’s good that there is some accountability and transparency coming out of the results of this federal indictment,” Collins told KQED. “It’s painful, but it’s a first step in improving the situation.”

Bella Quinto Collins, Quinto’s younger sister, was cautiously optimistic.

“This arrest is really good news,” she told KQED, “But at the same time, I don’t see this as necessarily the end of anything. It’s pretty clear that there’s still an ongoing issue within the culture of APD and there’s so much more work to be done to look into other officers that seem to be involved in various other issues and who are implicated in those text messages.”

Gigi Crowder, executive director of National Alliance on Mental Illness in Contra Costa, called the arrests “one step in a long road,” and that a lot of young people and families she works with have grown fearful of their own law enforcement agency.

“This might send a message to officers who hold those beliefs but hadn’t been involved … that you can’t get away with being asked to protect and serve and carry these racial belief systems about a community.”

She added: “We get complaints from across the county. If they do deeper probing, they will find it’s not isolated to Pittsburg and Antioch.”

Mayor Thorpe has previously faced criticism for seeking accountability for officer misconduct. In his written statement on Thursday, the mayor wrote: “Today’s arrests are demonstrative of the issues that have plagued the Antioch Police Department for decades. Seeking to reform the Antioch Police Department is not anti-police, it is pro our residents, and pro officers that have served and continue to serve with honor.”

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ODYSSEUS GAMBIT CHAPTER TWO

PRAGUE: MARCH 2029

Adam Jensen sat in a makeshift clinic in the sewers of Prague and tried not to pay attention to the young man burbling excitedly about the genius of David Sarif. The Collective had sworn that Vaclav Koller was the best person for Adam’s needs—not to mention the only person Adam could get to with any reliability—but Adam was finding Koller’s enthusiasm a little wearing. He leaned his head back and found his thoughts drifting to the events that had brought him here.

Undercover missions had never been his forte, but when TF29 had needed someone to infiltrate the Pent House, a maximum-security prison for augmented people, he had been the obvious choice. It had been a risk; the biochip the prison facility installed to suppress his augmentations had given him blinding headaches with every breath. Worse, it had left him feeling like he was slightly out of sync with everything around him—like nothing was quite real. Even now, he delved into those memories only reluctantly.

The prison had been a morass of corruption from top to bottom. Nothing it touched had come out clean—not even him. He’d made deals with prisoners, with the warden, with anyone he had to, all for the sake of the mission. He hadn’t caused the riot, but he’d helped it along, and innocents had died with the guilty. He’d gotten the intel from Guerrero—or should it be Mejia?—but it hadn’t been conclusive, and the alleged threat had been a non-event, so what had been the goddamned point?

Adam’s free hand rubbed the hexagon at his temple. Guerrero/Mejia had shaken him. He’d seen his share of corrupt cops, and he’d always been firm in his own conviction that he wasn’t going to cross that line. Now that he was living a double life, he was beginning to see that it wasn’t so easy. Nor would it get easier. Easier would have been staying with the North American team, where he knew the ground and the players—but that hadn’t been an option.

No sooner had the Pent House’s control biochip been removed than he’d been informed of his upcoming transfer to the Central European division. Jarreau had not been happy about it. The two had shared a quiet smoke on the roof, well away from prying ears. “Prague’s about the last place I’d have sent you,” Jarreau said, in his Louisiana drawl. “It’s the front lines of the anti-augmentation movement. Putting someone like you in the middle of that—well, it’s a powder keg, and I’d hate to see a good man like you become the match.” He took a deep drag on his cigarette. “On the other hand, if that’s where you’re needed, who am I to question the wisdom of the PTB?”

“A field agent,” Adam had deadpanned, getting a wry laugh from his now ex-boss. He’d been with the L.A. team less than a month, and he already missed it. Jarreau hadn’t let the classified details regarding the train op slip, but he’d made it quietly clear to his people that Jensen’s intervention had averted a disaster, and that their comrades hadn’t died in vain. That mattered to people like these. It had eased his way, and he’d been quietly grateful.

The Prague office was an entirely different matter. Bad enough that, while he was officially working for the head of the Counter-Terrorism unit, he could also expect to be used in a solo capacity by the Prague unit’s director. It made for a muddled chain of command, and Adam could already tell that it would cause trouble. What was the old saying, “No man can serve two masters?” Add in the Collective, and Adam had three. Lucky me.

Adam belatedly realized that Koller had asked him a question. “Hmm?”

“I said, does it hurt when I do this?” At Adam’s headshake of negation, Koller grinned. “Excellent.” He made some minute adjustments to Adam’s arm, talking excitedly all the while. “Okay, so now I am going to show you something that is really neat!” He shifted the forearm so that Adam could see the long, ugly scratch that marred its “skin,” exposing the underlying metal. “Sarif tech is so fucking amazing, man. Check this out.” He began to rub a bar of something gray and greasy-looking over the scratch.

“What exactly are you doing?” Adam asked, a little sharply.

“Ahh, it’s just graphite, you gotta learn to trust me! I would never do anything to hurt these beauties!” Koller shifted the arm a bit so Adam could see more clearly. “Do you even know what this is?”

Adam sighed; he really didn’t want to talk about it, but he also recognized that there was no stopping Koller. “Some sort of polycarbon, I think.”

“No, no, my friend, that is like calling a Maserati just ‘a car’. This is,” he paused dramatically, “a self-healing, non-Newtonian carbon nanoweave!”

Adam just gave Koller a look. Unfortunately, the effect was muted by his eye-shields. “I think I recognized about three of those words.” It was an exaggeration, but playing ‘dumb grunt’ was useful in either getting someone to explain more clearly, or if possible, to shut up. Given Koller’s enthusiasm, he resigned himself to the former.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Koller stepped back, waving his arms energetically. “So, self-healing is a tiny exaggeration, but give it an application of particulate carbon—you could probably even get away with the soot off a fireplace, but how low-rent is that?—and the nanoweave uses the carbon to repair itself. That’s so awesome!” Koller actually pumped his arms and did a little dance to emphasize its awesomeness. “And look, if you press gently, it deforms, a lot like organic skin. But hit it with any force,” he demonstrated with a brisk tap, which bounced off a suddenly rigid exterior, “and it hardens up. Non-Newtonian! These Sarif 7s are really sick—how do you even get them, I’ve seen exactly two sets! I don’t think they ever hit the open market!”

Adam’s attention snapped back to Koller. To the best of his knowledge—which, granted, was over a year out of date—the S7s were a one-off, custom-designed for a single individual… who happened to be one Adam Jensen. He couldn’t think of anyone else for whom Sarif would have built the S7s—unless it had been Sarif himself, but milspec—even gold-accented milspec—didn’t fit Sarif’s personal style. His skin crawled. There was an entire year that he couldn’t account for, a gaping hole in his memory. Had someone copied his systems while he lay comatose and helpless? The thought made him feel sick and violated.

He struggled to control the fierce desire to find something—anything—that would shed light on that echoing void, knowing that he couldn’t just demand answers, no matter how desperately he needed them. He had to tread gently; not only did Koller still have his arm opened up in front of him, but the slightest whiff of ‘authority’ would make the kid clam up. Somehow, he managed to school his voice to relative calm. “It was a pretty limited run, as far as I was aware.”

“Limited? Try fucking minuscule! And you can tell they’re a custom job, the way the proportions are so perfectly matched, the way the inlay matches her hair, it’s one hundred percent top-end Sarif, man!” Koller grabbed theatrically at his hair. “There’s nothing like it coming out of China; it’s like all that Sarif tech vanished when Tai Yong bought them out!”

Koller didn’t know how right he was. Most of the last of Sarif’s tech had gone up in flames near the Canadian border; anything else had disappeared through the efforts of a certain nasal-voiced ponytailed pain-in-the-ass hacker. Tai Yong Medical may have stripped Sarif Industries for all its assets but I was under no obligation to make it easy to get to them. Adam stuffed the memory back down into its box; he and Pritchard were done with each other. He certainly didn’t miss him.

Fortunately, Koller hadn’t even noticed his distraction. “—you should talk to her, she’s the one that showed me the graphite trick!”

Well, that was an opening large enough to drive a tank through. “It would help if I knew who I was supposed to be talking to,” Adam pointed out, drily.

“Doc Delacourt, right across the way! Comes over and helps out if there’s a problem on the organic side. Though she won’t let me dig into her augs, either.” Koller pouted as he closed up the panels on Adam’s arm. “Okay, flex that like you did before—perfect!” The tech moved around behind him. “Okay, now I need to access your cranial augs; I want to make sure that control chip you mentioned didn’t cause any degradation to your neural hub. So you’re going to have to keep your head very still, otherwise I am going to have to give you the gas.”

“I’d rather you didn’t put me under on the first date,” Adam said. He found a comfortable position for his head. “How’s this?” He took a deep breath and settled into stillness. Even during his SWAT days, he’d held less comfortable positions for longer; now, with his augments, it was child’s play.

“There is no trust,” Koller said sadly. “I get it, I get it, outside it’s all jackboots and truncheons, but here in the dungeon, we are all about trust. You can even pick a safe word if it would make you feel better.”

Adam wondered if Koller’s ‘Doc’ was the ‘Sloane Delacourt’ he’d met the day he moved in. “You were telling me about the doc,” Adam said carefully, moving his jaw as little as possible.

“Right! All that gorgeous hardware, and brains to match! She can stop a bleeder in no time flat! Not my type, though, I am not so much for the warrior women.”

“Warrior women?” Adam repeated with some amusement. He was rapidly getting the impression that Koller could keep a secret if you made it clear to him that it was a secret, but he otherwise seemed to be completely lacking a brain-to-mouth filter. The innocence of youth, perhaps. It was oddly...refreshing. He made a mental note—if he needed gossip about the area, Koller might be a good starting point.

Koller chattered on as he elicited strange sensations from Adam’s neural hub. “Well, I asked her where she learned to sew someone up like that, and she said something about being kicked out of planes for the Army. Which I am presuming is the American army.” Koller fell silent while he focused on his readouts, but Adam had plenty to occupy his mind. He’d stamped Delacourt’s image into his memory—he still had the reflexes of a beat cop—and it was easy for him to call it up. 5’11”, short copper hair, athletic build, with a strong but not overwhelming handshake. She wasn’t beautiful, but she had a leashed energy that drew the eye, and a hypervigilance that Adam recognized from personal experience. And definitely fitted with Sarif augs; he’d recognized the way her hand had split open and reconfigured—just as his hands did.

“Oh, aaaaaaaand she doesn’t take any shit from anyone.” The tech’s head slid, upside-down, into Adam’s field of vision, like some weird jack-in-the-box. “Someone tried to grab her ass in the store, and she broke his hand, just like that!” He snapped his fingers. “It was the augmented hand, too. Asshole tried to get me to fix it for free, but fuck that!” Koller receded back out of sight. “Okay, that all looks good, you can move again.”

Adam stretched himself up out of the chair. Or, as Koller put it, The Chair. “So, we good?”

“If you’re not going to let me get a better look at those beauties…” Koller gave him a look that couldn’t help but remind him of Kubrick begging for treats; Adam just shook his head, and pushed down a pang of sorrow at the memory.

“Maybe later.”

“Okay,” Koller sighed. “I didn’t see any damage to your neural augs, which is really good, man. Those fucking TYM control chips, sometimes they aren’t too careful with the amperage. But all your systems look like they’re running fine.”

“Good.” Adam nodded. “That should be enough of a baseline for anything I need in the future.”

Koller shrugged. “Sure, man. You expect to be here often?”

Adam considered the direction his life had taken. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He gave Koller a second polite nod, turned, and left.

ΔX

Adam wandered through the streets of Překážka. The only place he had to go was an apartment that he was uncomfortable in. It wasn’t that it was unfamiliar—it was that it wasn’t unfamiliar enough; there was just enough similarity to the old Chiron apartment that he felt slightly wrong-footed. He knew the feeling would pass with time, but he wasn’t prepared to cope with it right now. Instead, he decided to get the lay of the land.

Prague was an old city. Detroit had been a city in collapse, feral and desperate, the last gasps of a city that had grown too fast, given too much, and then been abandoned to a premature collapse. Prague, on the other hand, had endured in one way or another for two thousand years, had recreated and renewed itself through the ages. Even now, he could see the face of that renewal in small things, like a Chinese restaurant in a Renaissance-era building, and in large, like the neon-lit Palisade Blades, bright against the ribbon of the Vltava. Prague had been wounded in the Incident, but it refused to die; even so, against fire and plague, Huns and Hussites, Crusaders and Habsburgs, Nazis and Stalinists, it had refused to die. Prague would heal, if the people behind the Incident would let it. Adam felt a strange sort of kinship with the city’s relentless struggle; if it weren’t for the rabid anti-aug oppression, he thought he could find a place here. At least, as much as he was allowed.

Adam couldn’t shake the feeling of dislocation that had plagued him since—since he’d woken up in a concentration camp for the augmented, a bare three months ago. He knew what was causing it, of course. Somewhere in the depths of Panchaea, he hadn’t just lost a year of his life—he’d lost himself. Or had it been earlier? When he followed Megan’s trail across two continents, only to find he’d never really known her? When he was torn apart by bullet and scalpel and reassembled as a goddamned war machine, all polymer and metal? When he had realized just how many secrets the people he’d trusted—people he’d loved—had kept from him? The pieces of his life were scattered through time and space, and he wasn’t sure how they all fit together.

And here he was, a double agent, on one hand combating terrorists as an agent of Interpol’s Task Force 29, on the other, attempting to ferret out the Illuminati’s secrets for the Juggernaut Collective. Adam paced the streets of Prague and wondered: between the agent and the spy, was there room for him to find just plain ‘Adam’? Who would he see when he looked in the mirror?

His earlier ruminations caught back up with him, and the sharp features of a man caught between selves intruded into his thoughts despite his efforts to banish it. Who had he really been, there at the end? Did Guerrero exist now as anything but a ghost in Mejia’s memory? How deep could you go before you started losing yourself? Mejia was an answer Adam refused to accept. Couldn’t accept, not and stay himself and sane. He’d feed almost everything into the devouring maw of the mission if he had to, but if he lost his humanity, he’d become just another pawn of the ones he fought.

His meanderings had brought him around to the metro station. He bought a fresh pack of Royal Hellhounds from a nearby kiosk, lit one up, and drew the familiar harshness of the nicotine into his lungs. It faded too quickly, as his lung augmentations filtered out the toxins, but it was enough for him to grope at some remembered connection to himself. Maybe he just needed time.

McFadden had said much the same: “Don’t try to force it. Just let the rest come in its own time.” And to some extent, he had been right; Adam was fairly confident that his memories of his life before Panchaea were as complete as they had ever been. But anything beyond that, until the time he woke up in Alaska, remained a void. He’d been told he’d been comatose, and yet he had the sense of something monstrous in that darkness, squatting like Grendel just beyond his reach. The—he couldn’t really call it darkness; it was more of an un-light, not an opposite but absence—seeped into his dreams. He dreamed—knew he dreamed—and yet, when he woke, there was only the yawning chasm that left him unwilling to return to sleep, pacing the floor, seeking a way to drive the shadows back for one more day.

Which, Adam acknowledged to himself, he was doing now, and without any real success. It didn’t help that he was feeling the lack of routine; TF29 had already had to push back his onboarding once, thanks to problems getting the necessary permits. He always got introspective when he didn’t have anything else to occupy him.

Rescue came from an unanticipated source. As, for lack of a better idea, his steps turned in the direction of his apartment building, he felt the familiar tingle of the infolink. Vega’s picture popped up on his HUD. “Got a minute, Jensen? Thought you might like the low-down on your neighbors.”

Adam took another drag on his cigarette before responding. “You telling me you did background checks on the other residents? Isn’t that a bit overkill?”

“You’re a valuable asset, Jensen,” Vega replied. “The least we can do is keep an eye on you.”

Well, at least he knew where he stood with the Collective. “Point. Okay, shoot.” He leaned against a reasonably clean patch of wall to work on his cigarette while Vega filled him in. Ordinary people, by and large: a dancer turned bartender, a father and daughter, an elderly lady, a computer architect, a cat-loving recluse. An arms dealer on the second floor, unaffiliated with any of the local gangs—Adam made a mental note; he might be useful. And then…

“…and the apartment below you is in the name of a T. Shrike. Leads back to a law office; we’re still working on that one.”

Adam blew out a lungful of smoke. “Sloane Delacourt. Met her my first day here. Look for associations with the U.S. military.”

Vega chuckled. “One day and he’s already meeting the girls, the boy’s hot! All right, I’ll see what I can come up with before I send it off to the rest of the JC.” He pulled out a second cigarette, considering what little information he had. That she had Sarif augmentations was unmistakable, but that wasn’t itself a reason for suspicion, if she had been in the US Army—Sarif had been the primary supplier for the American military enhancement program for over a decade. Koller could have misidentified the augmentations in question; his expertise was in Chinese tech. Adam told himself he was jumping at shadows, but there was something in the back of his thoughts that wouldn’t let it go.

He was lighting a third cigarette when Vega came back online, sounding significantly more sober. “Jensen—we might have a problem here.” She paused, then added, “Look, how much do you know about the Illuminati?”

Adam sighed. “Just tell me, and I’ll let you know when you hit something that I do know.”

“Fair enough,” Vega replied. “The Illuminati goes back a long way, and they still have some very—feudal—attitudes. Including—the best way I can describe it is that some of the most prominent families among them have, well, retainers. And the name ��Delacourt’ comes up as a name repeatedly associated with the DuClares. Up until last year, a Violette Delacourt was working as Elizabeth DuClare’s right-hand woman at the World Health Organization.”

That was a name Adam knew—Elizabeth DuClare had been all over Picus News just before the Incident, encouraging people to get their biochips updated. “Okay. So, coincidence or connection?”

Vega was quiet for another long moment. “Could be ‘connection’. I’ve got a Sloane Delacourt, late of the U.S. Army Medical Corps, daughter of Violette and—huh, that’s weird. No father of record anywhere, not even on her birth certificate.”

In this day and age of ubiquitous DNA testing, that was almost unheard-of. It made Adam’s cop instincts twinge. “Yeah, that’s odd.” He scratched meditatively at his beard. “Any record of combat injuries or MEP in her background?”

Vega’s response was immediate. “No, why?”

“Because she’s augmented, eyes and arms at least. Can you find me a paper trail on her hardware?” The mystery S7s still preyed on his mind.

Vega sounded startled. “Uh, I can try? Why do you want to know?”

Adam didn’t trust Vega enough to tell her the truth, but he’d come up with an explanation that she should find plausible. “They’re high-end Sarif augs. Maybe she’s got a connection to the guys trying to steal the Sarif weapons from Detroit a couple months ago.”

Vega hissed in understanding; she’d been there for the aftermath of that near-disaster. “Oh, hell, yeah—if we can prove a connection on this end, that would make some people very happy. Lemme see what I can find.”

Adam had time to get takeout for dinner before Vega got back to him. He spent more time pushing it around the plate than eating, and eventually just shoved it in the fridge for later. Finally, her voice crackled back over the infolink. “So, no paper trail that I can find. Obviously, I can’t follow up on the Sarif end…”

Adam didn’t need a rundown on the fall of Sarif Industries. “Yeah, figured that.”

Vega continued, “So I had to try the other end, but the clinic where the work was done—in Prague—burned down in the riots last year. Most of the staff was caught inside.” Adam winced. He’d seen a lot of ways to die, but to be burned alive was one of his darker nightmares. “The interesting thing there is that it was a private clinic, owned and operated by Violette Delacourt.”

“The mother,” Adam said. “I thought LIMB had a monopoly on augmentation surgery.” Even Sarif had gone to the nearby LIMB clinic for the surgical experts that had… saved his life.

“They did, mostly. But if Delacourt senior was working with DuClare, she was probably on the LIMB books as an official contractor. All we have are fragments of data that suggest that your Delacourt was augmented not long before the Incident. Coincidentally around the time her records say she was discharged. Other than that, it’s a dead end.” Vega trailed off.

“Convenient. She gets augmented, and then the clinic burns down, taking the paper trail with it. Fits with the way the Illuminati likes to use dead bodies to hide things,” Adam concluded. So what are you hiding, Sloane Delacourt? She’d impressed him with the compassion and steel with which she handled the situation in the courtyard, and she’d seemed friendly enough afterward, but he couldn’t trust anyone’s motives. Especially not a stranger with ties to the Illuminati.

“Yeah,” Vega agreed. “On the plus side, she’s owned the apartment for about a year, so unless the Illuminati has developed the ability to see the future, she probably isn’t here for you.”

“But she could be here for the task force,” Adam decided. “Too much smoke, not enough fire. I’ll see if I can’t do some digging once I get settled in.”

“Roger that,” Vega said. “If you find anything interesting, pass it on to me.”

“Yeah,” Adam said thoughtfully. And, he thought, he’d be the one to decide what was ‘interesting’. He didn’t trust the Collective as far as he could throw them, but for his current purposes, they were the only game in town. “I’ll do that.”