The scientists and their right hands/open-pm me

Captain. The word is so foreign. But for now, that's how he'll refer to me I guess. It makes me feel like a man of murder, a man who leads peacekeepers.
"We shall use the weather to our advantage," I turn to the contact, "You found him and didna rough job to patch him up. I was patrolling when I came across the scene. But before we begin, I need to retrieve something from my safehouse. Without it, I don't leave the district."
I turn for the door and push it open. Lightning flashes and rain attacks my face. I reach for my hood, but I had taken my sweater off. I reach under my cloak to feel the coat's collar. And there's a hood
I pull it up and turn back to the contact and Jack. "lets do this."
OOC sorry for the short post

I split away from Jack and the old man. I'm not worried, there's only one road a cripple could travel in this weather. All I have to do is be quick and I could take care of my business before they even get into town.
First off I head to my shack in the lower section of the district. I burst through the door with my normal attire under one arm. I open my trunk and retrive my backpack and all the poscessions inside. I throw my clothes into the bag and gather what little gatherings I've established. A note pad, pen, couple coin pouches. Nothing much.
I clean the shack, not really, I mess it up to how it looked when I first came here. Then I'm back into the rain. As lightning flashes across the sky, memories flash my mind. Good ones. And the bad. Nostalgia, regret, it all sets in at such a random time. I really don't know why or how.
I force these feelings out as I go to rendevous with Jack. When I get to the road, I find Jack's crutch marks in the mud and proceed to the paved street. I follow after the splotches of mud, but the only proceed a few yards before washing away. Tonight the lghtning must be my friend because with its bright flash I spot their silhouettes. I trail after, eventually catching up to them at... An old factory?
"I think I'll take you up on that identity here in seven." I declare as I approach them. They must be freezing in the rain, they're soaked through the coats. Myself, my hood soaked through but everything under my cloak is dry. The beauty of the cloak, water proof.
When I look up at the factory, I see the ladder lewding to its roof. It seems rusty, but sturdy. But I recognize this place, the train station isn't far from here. Maybe two, three blocks.
"So what are we doing here? Train station is still farther to go."

I think Jack hears it as well, because we both stop to face a rustling noise. I'm tempted to take cover, but I remember that I'm supposed to be a fearless peacekeeper. The rustling came from the bottom of the ladder. I approach it, finding no one. Instead it's two documents, official looking with our photos. Complete with peacekeeper badges.
"I almost forgot to give you those." The contact calls from the ladder. He gives us a salute and continues to head up to the roof with his rifle. I give Jack his before looking at mine,
The first thing I notice is how... flawless my photo is, intimidating even. How the hell did he get this? It registers me as a peacekeeper, all my info is here is surprisingly accurate details. Only under rank it doesn't say captain. I sure hope they don't request me to present this.
I stuff it in a pocket inside my coat and act uncaring to Jack as we head toward the train station.
When he starts to fall behind, I have to wait for him. I can see the lights of the station. Guards patrol it on high walls that protect the tracks and guard house. Men are in the guard towers, presumably with rifles themselves. I can feel them watching me and Jack.
"Show time." I say to him. The rain is too thick for them to hear us, so I'm sure we're safe. My heart starts racing as I approach the station, leaving Jack behind. First thing that happens is two peace keepers come out of the guard house, rifles raise.
"Hands up!" one of them commands. I take a deep breath, and place the most vile expression on my face.
"Put you damn gun down soldier!" I snap at him, coming into the light. I must say, for not using it for so long, my accent is still damn good. One of them seems ready to shoot me, until he takes a good look at my attire. He grabs his radio and orders the entire station to stand down.
Good, that's the first step.
I approach the first peacekeeper, getting right in his face, "Do you slacking worthless idiots even keep control here?!" I yell right in his face. The peacekeeper seems scared of me, good.
"Captain, sir, may I ask your name? For identification purposes?"
This is a joy, blowing up at these men. Seeing this one scared for a change almost makes me laugh. "That is not important now! Because you men are so sloppy in your methods in this district, one of your men has been abandoned in the shit section of this place. His legs were broken and not only was he left behind by his men, but robbed of his equipment! What have you to say?!"
The peacekeeper must be wetting himself now, or maybe its the rain. Two men immediately dispatch to pull Jack from the street. This is fun. I ram my shoulder into the peacekeeper as I march toward the guard house. I hear the men synchronizing themselves as they lift Jack in unison to carry him inside. When I enter the guard house, the entire room comes alive with a couple dozen peacekeepers saluting me. Jack is carried in to a a room with a red plus sign above the door. I can see the doctor inside. Good, step two.
A more official peacekeeper walks up to me. "Sir."
"Captain Matrik." I snap at him.
"Captain Matrik, " the peacekeeper starts, "May I ask the honor of a Capitol officer's business here in district seven?"
"I am here on secret business, I need a phone immediately."
I remember phones from when I was young, my mother used hers frequently. She always would call someone, have chats, then... I don't want to talk about that part. But the peacekeeper leads me to a private office where he shows me to a phone a bit simpler than the one I had. It doesn't have a display, only buttons with numbers. I pick up the phone, but before I start anything I turn to the peacekeeper that still occupies the room with me. I turn to him, snarling.
"Get out, or I will have my men back at the Capitol do a very, very thorough inspection of the operation you run here. I'm sure you will have a nice funeral."
The peacekeeper leaves the room in an instant. Very nice. I pick the phone up again and pretend to dial a number. Then have a fake conversation. By the time I return the phone to the receiver, I pretend to be calmed down, when really I'm on the verge of laughing. I leave the office and approach the same peacekeeper that showed me to the office, "Trooper!"
"Keeper Maxon, sir."
I give him a snarling look, "Do you think I care? Keeper Maxson?"
"No, sir."
"Good, what time does the eastward train pull in? Toward district ten?"
He swallows a lump in his throat, "Tommorow, at eight in the morning, sir."
"Good, I am to be on that train. I have been relocated, and the keeper in that room is to come with me," I say, pointing to Jack's room.
"Yes, sir. I shall prepare personal quarters for you."
"Good. You are dismissed."
I admit, months of listening to how peacekeepers talk really paid off. I could get used to this. I approach the hospital room, where Jack is lying on a bed, legs redressed and in clean casts. The doctors seems fearful of me and immediately leaves as I shoot him a dirty look. He closes the heavy metal door behind him. I'm sure it it somewhat soundproofed from the insulations around the door. It could be to drown out the screams of resistant patients. But it's good to have privacy. I finally pull down my coat hood and scratch my head. I let out a giggle and smile victoriously.
"You wouldn't believe the stuff I can say to these people," I say jokingly to Jack, in a low voice of course.

OOC sorry for the length

He compliments me on my impersonation, "I grew up spying on peacekeepers, I've learned a few things when I watched the head keeper chew out his underlings."
Jack sits up on his bed now, I'm not sure if he bought it or not. But it's the truth, what can I say? But he wants to get out of here.
"The train is leaving tomorrow at eight. If they ask, say you are not allowed to reveal your mission under penalty of death. If they get you alone, or bother you about anything, say you've been reassigned to my special team that poses as district people to keep tabs on the masses."
Jack seems to get the message. But the door opens, thinking fast, I snap at Jack, "If you ever disobey orders, or go off on your own like you did here, I will personally see to that your corpse is torn apart to be used as fertilizer. Are we clear, keeper O' Conner?"
I turn and act surprised when I see the doctor in front of me. I lower my voice but still use a tinge of anger when I speak. "I want him patched up and ready to go by the morning. Keep him here all night if you must. But he is going to be on that train tomorrow, right?"
The doctor nods, "Yes, sir."
I respectfully pass the doctor on my way out, drawing my hood up before pushing my way through the door to this room. When I walk out, I'm immediately faced with a familiar face. He's bigger than most other peacekeepers, and his uniform is different. He is definitely the head peace keeper.
I can feel his cold stare, take in his bald head and menacing brown eyes.
"Just the slacker I want to talk to." I snap. And that takes him off guard. I think he expected to put fear in me. He did, he scares the life out of me. But to waiver now is to get Jack and myself killed. "Follow me." I order to him.
I approach Keeper Maxson, speaking a bit more politely, but still authoritatively, "Keeper, has my quarters been prepared?"
"Yes, sir. Through the Barracks, third room on your right. It's beside the head keeper's room."
"Good. You are dismissed."
I walk past him and to the room he indicated. All the while, listening to the heavy boot steps of the head keeper.
When we get to the room, the first thing I notice is the clean bed, soft sheets, and the desk readied with all sorts of papers. It's very dim in here as only small lamp gives it any light.
"So what is it you wished to speak to me over? Sir." his voice is deep. I know why he is the top guy around here, he could scare anyone with only his appearance.
"Sit." I say, in a polite manner. He seems to be confused at me as we take seats on the opposite sides of the desk. "I apologize for my rudeness, I was ordered to show no favor to anyone I met, not even peacekeepers of authority. The operation around he is in reality, smoothly run, but if I start handing out compliments, people might like me. Can't have that, can we?"
"No, sir, we would not want that. May I ask who ordered you?"
"That is classified. They would have me gutted with my head removed for telling you." I take a look at the papers before me. They are forms for filing complaints. So they expect me to fill these out? Interesting.
"Are you part of a special operations team? That is the spreading word, sir."
I shoot a look at him, "then the rumors are true. I am part of a spec ops, and I have very important people helping me do a very important job."
The head peacekeeper seems to be buying it. "What about that other man you had brought with you? Keeper O' Conner? I had checked the rosters on the computer servers, he is not any keeper of mine."
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. Think fast Hilent, think fast.
"Do you know the names and faces of all your keepers?" I ask. he seems to blush and hang his head down, but he immediately corrects himself. Posing up to be the evil keeper he wants to be.
"No, sir. We have much area to cover with many keepers all over. I can not possibly memorize every single one."
Phew, now I have something I can work with. "Then you should actually take the time. As with O' Conner, I had read his profile and had him transferred to my team five days ago. Upon his induction, his name was deleted from the servers to assist with the secrecy of my operation. Now if you excuse me, I have a report to write and deliver to my men back home in the Capitol. Please leave."
"Yes, sir." the head keeper bought it. He scooped it up like the bottom of the pot. He gets up and leave the room as I begin writing on some blank pages. but I still feel watched. A small sound draws my attention to the upper corner of the room. There's a camera. They're spying on me. I stare right into the lens, scowling. When I get up and walk towards it, a peacekeeper enters the room.
"Sir, may I ask you to not touch the equipment."
"My documents are classified, Keeper."
I have to keep up my persona. What would a ruthless, murderous peacekeeper officer do at this point? The same thing they always do. Blood would be the only thing to satisfy them. But then, I notice something. on the hip of this peacekeeper. A whip. His face, I recognize as well. This is one of the men that had whipped me before. I don't think he can recognize me in this light. But he takes a look at my papers.
"Those papers are addressed, to the president?!" He seems absolutely shocked, petrified even. I had to come up with someone to write a report to. Snow was the only person I could think of. I need to act, and act now.
"Turn around, now."
The keeper spins on his heel. I need to get rid of him. If he recognizes me, this whole operation is shot. I grab him by the collar and force him out the room, through the barracks, and into the main room where all the other peacekeepers are. They all stare at me, even the head peacekeeper is shocked to see me acting so angry.
"First order of business!" I yell, "Is those cameras in my room be shut off. The can be used to spy on my mission and reveal details. Head keeper!"
That big man steps up, "Yes, Captain Matrik?"
"As reserved by all officers, I reserve the right to execute men for treason, or without cause. I must speak with you in private, outside. Bring a sidearm."
A deathly quiet takes over the room. The peacekeeper I hold by the collar is now quivering. Absolutely shaking. The head keeper follows me as I drag the keeper outside in the rain.
"What did he do?" asks the head keeper.
"What I'm about to tell you, head keeper, is not to be repeated ever. Am I clear?"
"Yes, sir."
I force the keeper to his knees. As the head keeper clues in, and draws his side arm. I face the head keeper, "He spied on official documents I had addressed to the president. Secrets must be kept and he is no man I can trust. You know what must happen now."
I walk back to the door, wincing as I here the gun shot. The head keeper comes over to me, "What do i put down in my report?"
"That he choked on his dinner and died. I was never here. O' Conner was never here. Make that very clear to your men. Our identities must be held secret. Am I clear?"
The head keeper nods, "Yes, sir."
I return to the quarters they prepared for me and lay down on the bed. I've never slept on anything so soft in years. but as the night progresses, the dreams turn to nightmares. Nightmares of that keeper, that human being. He died so I could do what? Escape the district? I wake up, sweating, panting, almost in frenzy. I look out the window, sky is cleared. And the clock says five in the morning. I quickly redress into my attire and head to a vanity.
I stare into the mirror a good long time. It's been so long since I've actually seen my face. And I must day, I do look much older than I actually am. I take hold of the electric shaver beside the sink and quickly shave flick it on. The buzzing in my hands, then in my hair as I cut it down to just an inch in length.
It feels so different to have short hair, but I must fit in to my role. I flip my coat hood up and head straight for the room Jack is in. I wonder how he spent the night.

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We stand before to guards presenting hand scanners. I'm going to die. I'm going to put my hand on that scanner and I'm going to die. I know it. But I can't hesitate now. I have to go out like a man. To think, how will their faces be when they realized they shot one of their own men for nothing? Here it goes.
"Captain!"
I stop and look toward the train. There's the contact. How did he? He must be have a damn good reputation in the capitol to be able to roam free. He approaches me and Jack, presenting his hand. "Good to see you! I have some letters from your son!"
Saved by the damned bell. He gives me an envelope and I immediately open it. Inside is several blank papers which I fake reading, for there's really a new ID. One that matches my rank. But on one paper, at the bottom it's written, No worries, your in the system
How does he get all this damn stuff? I feel so exposed, like everything I did so well to protect my identity has been in vain. It must have, if he can dig up all that info on me in a week. I pocket the papers, quickly drawing out my own ID. They scan it, and their faces go white.
"I'm terribly sorry for the disrespect sir. Carry on."
I scowl at them as I walk by. The don't even bother to check Jack. We come close to the door to the train when i whisper to the contact, "How did you know?"
"I've worked with situations like this a good long time. The districts will be free, Hilent. Mark my words."
"I meant about me. My info."
"That's simple. We had your palm print from when you were a young lad on file, I simply enlarged it and tagged on a fake profile. Your photo, same thing. I ran it through a aging software program."
Jack finally catches up, he's about to speak when two men knock his crutches out and catch him before he falls. "Come on, keeper O' Conner. We got the infirmary bed waiting for you. We'll have you feeling better before we hit nine."
I watch them take Jack on to the train when the contact heads to the back of the train. I make my way to a car in general. When I get aboard, I smell the food. A dining car. This will be a nice ride.

Jack comes into the dining car on his crutches. Is he a fool? Not only is he risking our cover, but he's risking our lives. I stand from my chair, we're alone in the car, but I can hear the men coming after him.
"Sorry, Jack. What I'm about to do, it's not you. I'm keeping us alive."
As the other keepers enter the room, I boot Jack off his crutches with a kick. Not too hard, just enough for a show.
"If you don't get back in that damn infirmary, I'll personally break your arms so you can't crawl away." I snap my stare to the peacekeepers that entered the room. "Drag his sorry ass to the doctor. Now."
The peacekeepers just nod and pick Jack off the floor. They don't let him take his crutches, and now they have a taser held to his neck. I only know what that thing is because of a bad day in eight. Apparently it's more favorable to shock residents instead of whipping. I follow Jack and the men that carry him. When we get back to the hospital cart, the doctor perks up to my presence.
"Sir."
"Doctor, this man has a very distinct fear of needles. If he tries to run again, sedate him. Taser him if you must."
"Yes, sir." I sit in a chair and watch as the me lay Jack on the bed and leave. The doctor begins to clean a spot on his arm. When the doctor puts a needle in Jack again, I swear he's going to make a break for it. But instead, he passes out.
"Just a little sedative so I can do a quick operation. It looks like his legs were operated on before, I just need to correct it. Whoever did it was not very good."
I give a nod and watch as this lone doctor begins to work. Not long into the procedure, he hums a quick tune, then finishes. He stitches Jack up, changes the needle's fluids, then takes a seat.
"That was very quick." I comment offhandedly. The doctor grins Like I just gave him a promotion.
"Thank you, sir. I pulled the metal from his legs and used a new adhesive and some of our new medicines. Provided he stays in bed, he should be able to walk by the time we reach ten."
"Excellent."
I sit in my chair as the doctor leaves the room. I can now only wait for Jack to wake up.