Capital First Lawmen Division – The Following Morning
The scratching of pens filled the room. Again.
Levi had begun to suspect paperwork was Five Points' preferred method of torture. He and Lily sat beneath the humming electric lamps of the capital station, bruised, bandaged, and exhausted from everything that had happened over the last several days. Between them sat an impressive mountain of incident summaries, arrest records, property damage assessments, and medical reports. There were statements from rescued victims, statements from arrested officers, and statements explaining why fifty-three other officers now required medical attention. Levi stared at the form in front of him.
Then at the remaining stack. Then back at the form.
"This is cruel."
Lily didn't look up.
"You're taking your sweet time."
"I'm injured."
"So am I."
"Emotionally injured."
"Finish the forms."
Levi sighed dramatically and leaned back.
"You know, you're significantly less pleasant now that you're comfortable around me."
Ice began creeping slowly across the edge of his desk. Levi looked at it. Then at Lily. She continued writing.
"Finish those reports before I freeze the entire room."
Levi picked up his pen.
"No need to get frosty."
Lily stopped. Slowly, she looked at him. Levi grinned.
"I'm almost done."
"You've said that three times."
"I needed a second."
"You've had plenty of seconds."
A faint flush rose into Lily's cheeks.
"Now hurry."
Levi's grin widened. He was about to make another comment when someone appeared in the doorway.
"Captain Levi?"
Both officers looked over. A young runner stood at attention.
"Captain Irons will see you now."
Levi's amusement disappeared. He set down his pen.
"About time."
Lily organized her unfinished forms.
"Try not to insult the commanding officer."
"No promises."
"Levi."
"I'm joking."
She stared at him.
"Mostly."
Captain Irons
Irons' office reflected the man who occupied it. It was clean, sparse, and meticulously ordered. No unnecessary decorations covered the walls. Reports had been stacked neatly along one side of his desk, and maps of the capital region occupied most of the opposite wall. Captain Irons stood beside the window with his arms folded behind his back.
Morning sunlight caught the Silver Star Badge fastened to his uniform.
Scratches and small imperfections marked its aged surface; nothing had been polished away for appearance. It looked earned. A lieutenant stood beside Irons' desk with a clipboard in hand.
"Captain Levi. Lieutenant Lily."
Irons gestured toward the chairs.
"Sit."
Levi remained standing. Lily sat. Irons glanced at Levi. Levi eventually sat as well.
"Your written reports are incomplete."
Levi glanced toward Lily. She smiled. Irons continued.
"However, I've read enough of the preliminary statements to understand what happened."
He stepped behind his desk.
"I'd like to hear it directly from you."
Levi nodded. Then he explained everything, beginning with Silvia's testimony, the shelter, and their surveillance of the warehouse. He described the auction and the collars, Sergeant Reed and his corrupt officers, and the strange device. Finally, he told Irons about the creature Reed had created. Irons listened without interrupting. His lieutenant occasionally wrote something down. When Levi finished, silence filled the office. Irons stared at him. Then toward Lily.
"You both saw the device?"
"Yes," Lily answered. "He revealed it after we fought his officers, just before he drove it into the trader's chest."
"Describe it. Did it have a red core?"
Levi nodded.
"Small enough to hold in one hand. Reed drove it directly into the trader's chest."
Irons closed his eyes.
"Damn it."
Levi immediately noticed the reaction.
"You know what it was."
Irons looked toward him.
"I know what it was supposed to be."
He returned to the window.
"Prototype Collar Compound X-9."
Lily's posture stiffened. Levi frowned.
"You want to explain why the Five Points apparently developed something that turns people into monsters?"
Irons glanced back.
"Careful."
"I'm asking a question."
"And I'll answer it."
Irons exhaled slowly.
"X-9 wasn't designed to create what you fought." He returned to his desk. "It began as a restraint project."
"For criminals?" Lily asked.
"Specifically criminals whose abilities made conventional imprisonment difficult."
That got Levi's attention. Irons continued.
"You've both seen what happens when an outlaw becomes powerful enough that ordinary restraints stop meaning anything."
Levi nodded. A jail cell didn't matter much if the person inside could melt steel, disappear through shadows, or tear the building apart.
"The original concept was simple," Irons explained. "Develop a system capable of suppressing a target's ability and physical resistance without killing them."
"Those collars," Lily said.
"A related application."
Irons' expression darkened.
"The project belonged primarily to a researcher named Dr. Hagan Kestrel. A brilliant man," Irons said, then paused. "Unfortunately, brilliance and wisdom aren't the same thing."
Levi committed the name to memory.
Irons walked toward one of the cabinets along the wall and removed a thin file.
"Kestrel wasn't satisfied with external restraints. He believed anything attached to the body could eventually be removed." He placed the file on his desk. "So he started developing something that couldn't be."
Lily frowned.
"Internal restraint."
Irons nodded.
"He used chemical agents, conductive compounds, and experimental biological material to develop systems that bound themselves directly to the host's nervous system."
Levi's face hardened.
"The tattoos."
"Exactly."
Irons opened the file.
"The collar markings you encountered weren't merely decorative. Once attached to a target, the compound attempted to establish a connection with the nervous system."
"Giving the user control," Lily said.
"For a time."
Irons' eyes moved toward her.
"That was always the problem."
He closed the file.
"The stronger the target resisted, the harder the compound worked to overpower them."
Levi remembered Lily collapsing to her knees. The markings crawling across her skin.
"The collars fed on resistance," Levi said.
Irons nodded. "Strength, emotion, willpower—everything that made a powerful target difficult to control also gave the compound something to fight against."
Lily looked disturbed.
"So what Reed used on that trader..."
"Far beyond the intended restraints. From what you described, the device appears to have forced the serum's effects into something far more violent."
Irons sat.
"X-9 itself was an injectable serum. It allowed the user to restrain a target and suppress their powers through physical contact, or through tendrils that reached them within a limited range. Neither method was instantaneous. The restraints needed time to form."
Levi stared at him. "Then why did it turn the trader into that thing?"
"Because Kestrel stopped thinking of it as a restraint." Irons' voice turned colder. "He started thinking of it as an enhancement."
Neither Levi nor Lily spoke.
"Imagine an enforcement officer capable of projecting restraints directly onto hostile targets," Irons continued. "No chains. No prolonged firefight. No civilians caught in the crossfire." He gestured toward them. "A dangerous outlaw begins attacking a crowded street. One officer enters range, activates the system, and the fight ends."
Lily's eyes narrowed.
"Sounds convenient."
"It was."
Irons looked directly at her.
"That's why the project lasted as long as it did."
Levi leaned forward.
"What went wrong?"
Irons was quiet for a moment.
"The subjects."
"Subjects?" Lily repeated.
"The volunteers initially."
That word hung uncomfortably in the room.
"And later?" Levi asked.
Irons didn't answer immediately. Levi understood. His fist tightened. Irons continued.
"The survival rate eventually fell to roughly ten percent."
Lily stared at him.
"Ten?"
Irons nodded.
"The compound didn't simply suppress the nervous system. It adapted to it." Levi remembered the creature's obsidian body. "Those who survived became unstable."
"Unstable physically, or mentally?" Lily asked.
"Sometimes both. There wasn't one predictable way for the process to go wrong."
Irons leaned back.
"The compound constantly sought equilibrium between control and resistance. Kestrel developed inhibitors intended to regulate the process."
"Did they work?" Lily asked.
"Sometimes," Irons said, his expression making clear how little comfort that offered. "Too little inhibitor and the compound overwhelmed the nervous system. Too much and the host suffered catastrophic shutdown."
"And Five Points approved this?"
Levi's voice had hardened.
"For a time."
Irons met his gaze.
"And then we stopped."
"What happened to the remaining research?"
"Ordered destroyed."
Levi laughed bitterly.
"Apparently someone missed a box."
Irons didn't react to the sarcasm.
"Kestrel disappeared before the project could be completely dismantled."
Lily frowned.
"He ran?"
"With portions of his research."
Irons nodded.
"We later discovered he'd been distributing unstable variants through criminal channels."
"Human testing," Levi said.
"Without oversight."
Irons closed the file.
"He could learn from every failure without having to answer for the bodies."
Levi looked disgusted.
"And Reed?"
Irons folded his hands. "My guess is he had access to one of Kestrel's later prototypes."
"The Heart of Subjugation," Lily said.
Irons' eyes immediately narrowed.
"That's what he called it?"
"Yes."
For the first time, Irons looked genuinely unsettled.
"That name isn't in any official Five Points record I've seen."
Levi and Lily exchanged a glance.
"Meaning?" Levi asked.
"Meaning either Reed named it himself..." Irons paused. "...or X-9 continued developing after Kestrel disappeared."
That was worse. Much worse. Lily looked toward the file.
"Reed fused with the trader."
"He probably didn't intend to."
Irons tapped one finger against the desk.
"If Reed believed he understood the device, he may have expected the primary host—the trader—to absorb the compound while Reed maintained some form of control."
"He wanted a distraction," Levi said.
"Most likely."
Irons nodded.
"Release the creature, escape during the chaos, and let the two of you die dealing with it."
"Except the device pulled him in too."
"Kestrel's technology was unpredictable under controlled conditions."
Irons gave Levi a grim look.
"Reed activated it in the middle of a battlefield."
Levi leaned back.
"So where's Kestrel? Do we even know whether he's alive?" Levi asked.
"No one knows. He could be dead, or still out there."
Irons' expression hardened.
"He vanished years ago."
Lily looked toward Levi. Levi already knew what she was thinking.
"If X-9 is appearing again..." she began.
Irons nodded.
His eyes drifted toward the closed file. "Either someone found Kestrel's research, or Kestrel never stopped."
The Offer
The room remained quiet for several seconds. Then Irons pushed the file aside.
"There is another matter."
Levi frowned.
"That sentence rarely means anything good."
Lily elbowed him. Irons ignored the comment.
"Captain Levi. Lieutenant Lily."
His tone became noticeably more formal.
"I've reviewed your reports."
Levi glanced toward the door.
"Even the unfinished ones?"
Lily elbowed him harder.
"Ow."
Irons continued.
"I've also reviewed statements from the victims you rescued, the officers who remained loyal to this division, and medical personnel who treated the wounded."
He looked directly at Levi.
"You entered a compromised jurisdiction with minimal support." He turned toward Lily. "Identified an organized trafficking operation." His gaze returned to Levi. "Exposed corruption within a law division." He looked between them. "Freed dozens of victims and survived an experimental weapon that should never have existed in the first place."
Irons paused.
"And despite what the hospital ledger might suggest..."
Levi smiled faintly.
"...you demonstrated significant restraint."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't entirely a compliment."
The smile disappeared. Irons stood.
"You did this division proud."
Lily straightened slightly.
"You did Five Points proud."
That meant more. Even Levi didn't joke. Irons walked around the desk.
"I've spent years evaluating officers." He stopped before them. "Most are competent, and some are exceptional." His eyes moved between Levi and Lily. "Very few operate naturally as a unit."
Levi glanced toward Lily. She looked back. Irons continued.
"You compensate for one another's weaknesses."
Lily smiled faintly.
"One of us has considerably more weaknesses."
Levi looked at her.
"Really?"
Irons almost smiled. Almost.
"Which is why I'm offering you both an opportunity."
Levi's attention returned immediately.
"What kind of opportunity?"
Irons folded his arms. "A transfer north, to the Combat Core."
Levi's expression changed. He hadn't expected that.
Silence. Even Lily appeared surprised. The Combat Core wasn't simply another local posting. Its personnel were deployed where conventional law divisions were no longer enough: large-scale outlaw activity, armed uprisings, high-threat targets, and operations that crossed ordinary jurisdictional lines. These were the kinds of situations where Five Points expected real resistance. Levi felt something stir inside him. Excitement. Then guilt immediately followed it. His sister had just returned to his life.
He wasn't abandoning her again.
"What exactly are you offering?" Levi asked.
"Transfer orders and evaluation."
Irons was careful with the wording.
"Not immediate placement among senior Combat Core command."
That made sense.
"You'll prove yourselves."
Irons looked toward Levi.
"Your current record has gotten you through the door. What happens after that depends on you."
Levi leaned back. Lily nudged his boot with hers. He glanced toward her. Her expression said everything.
(Take it.)
Levi looked back at Irons.
"I appreciate the offer."
"But?"
"I have one condition. My sister comes with me. I'm not leaving her alone again."
"Silvia," Irons said. He studied Levi, who was mildly surprised he knew her name.
A long silence followed. Irons' expression softened slightly.
"Your sister cannot simply be attached to Combat Core personnel because she's related to you."
Levi's jaw tightened.
"I figured."
"But there are options."
He returned behind his desk.
"You said she needs stability," Irons said. "Would she be interested in learning a trade? Employment could help her build something of her own."
Levi nodded. "She needs a chance to do that. What do you have in mind?"
"Then the academy."
Lily looked interested.
"What track?"
"That would depend on her aptitude."
Irons considered it.
"The Medical Core maintains training programs for civilian personnel, field assistants, medical technicians, and eventually full academy candidates for those who qualify."
Levi listened carefully.
"She wouldn't immediately become an officer?"
Irons shook his head. "No, and I wouldn't recommend throwing a civilian who's been through what your sister has into enforcement training."
"Good."
That was the first thing Levi wanted to hear.
"But if Silvia chooses to enroll in an appropriate Medical Core program, she could receive housing while she trains."
Levi's expression changed.
"Protected housing?"
Irons nodded. "Controlled by the Medical Core, with security, monitoring, and restricted access."
Levi thought of Silvia's words.
(They always find me.)
"She'd be safe?" Levi asked.
Irons held his gaze. "No competent officer should promise absolute safety. But she'd be considerably safer there than almost anywhere else in the region."
Stone would've said the same thing. Levi took a moment to consider it, then stood.
"I need to speak to her."
"Take the office telephone."
Levi shook his head.
"Private conversation."
Irons gestured toward the door.
"Then make your call."
Station Telephone Hall
Levi closed the booth door behind him. For a moment, he simply stared at the receiver. Talking to Silvia shouldn't have made him nervous. Facing armed criminals didn't make him nervous. This did. He lifted the receiver and connected through the operator. Several moments later—
"Hello?"
Silvia. Levi exhaled.
"Hey."
"Levi?"
"Yeah."
There was a pause.
"Everything okay?"
"For once."
He leaned against the booth wall.
"I've been offered a transfer."
Another silence.
"You're leaving Leone?"
"Maybe."
He could hear the hesitation in her breathing. Levi immediately continued.
"I'm not calling to tell you I'm leaving."
Silvia said nothing.
"I'm calling because I want you to come with me."
"What?"
"There's an academy program connected to the Medical Core."
He explained everything Irons had told him. He covered the training, housing, and security: a chance to learn something useful and build a life that didn't involve running from city to city. When Levi finished, Silvia remained quiet.
"You want me to join Five Points? After everything I told you about those officers?"
Levi's voice softened. "Only if you want to. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted nothing to do with a badge, an academy, or anyone wearing a uniform. I'm telling you there's an option, Silvia. You get to decide whether it's worth trying."
He looked through the booth window at officers moving through the station.
"But what Reed did wasn't what this organization is supposed to be."
Silvia gave a bitter laugh.
"You really believe that?"
Levi thought of Stone. Of Lily. Of the officers who had fought beside him in Leone. Of the corrupt lawmen lying in hospital beds.
Levi's eyes hardened. "I have to. Because if people like Reed are what Five Points becomes, then people like me aren't doing our jobs."
Silvia was quiet for a long time.
"What would I even do in the Medical Core?"
Levi smiled faintly. "Learn, to begin with. Apparently that's something people do before becoming good at things. You wouldn't be expected to know everything on the first day."
"You're hilarious."
"I've been told."
"No, you haven't."
Levi laughed quietly. The sound surprised him. Eventually Silvia spoke again.
"If I hate it, I can leave? You won't be mad at me for wasting the chance?"
Levi hesitated. Promises meant more now. "You can leave. I won't be mad, and you won't have to disappear to avoid telling me. I promise."
Another silence. Then—
"Okay. I'll try."
Levi straightened, the knot in his chest beginning to loosen. "That's all I'm asking. And if you hate it, we'll talk. You don't have to stay just because I suggested it."
Captain Irons' Office – Later
Levi entered again. Lily looked up. Her expression immediately read his face.
"She said yes?"
Levi nodded.
"She'll try the program."
Lily smiled.
"Good."
Irons stood behind his desk.
"And you?"
Levi looked at Lily. Then toward Irons. For six years, Leone had been his entire world. Stone's town. His responsibility. His home. But the Phantom had taught him threats didn't always remain local. Reed had proven corruption didn't either. And somewhere beyond the capital, the work of Hagan Kestrel might still be spreading. Levi straightened.
"I accept."
Lily stood beside him.
"We accept."
Levi looked at her.
"You just decided for yourself?"
"You knew I was coming."
"Fair."
He turned toward Irons.
"We'll transfer to the Combat Core."
Irons nodded.
"The process begins immediately."
Levi's expression became serious.
"What about Leone?"
"I expected that question."
Irons returned to his desk.
He pulled out another document. "Your division will not be abandoned. Temporary command will be assigned while Five Points reviews candidates for permanent leadership."
Levi didn't immediately respond. Irons continued.
"You trained those officers."
Levi remembered Lily telling him the same thing.
"If you've done your job properly..."
Irons met his gaze.
"...they won't need you standing over them forever."
Stone's lesson again. Levi slowly nodded.
"Fair enough."
Irons extended his hand. Levi took it.
"I look forward to seeing what the two of you accomplish with a wider field."
Levi smiled.
"You might regret saying that."
"Almost certainly."
A New Chapter
The days that followed moved quickly. Silvia's application entered review through the Medical Core. Transfer documents crossed desks throughout the capital. Temporary orders were issued for Leone. Lily gathered what belongings she'd brought with her. Levi discovered that transferring divisions somehow involved even more paperwork than fighting a corrupt one. But eventually, the orders came.
COMBAT CORE TRANSFER – APPROVED FOR EVALUATION.
Levi stared at the document. Six years. Six years protecting one town. Now the world beyond Leone was opening before him. Lily appeared beside him.
"Nervous?"
"No."
"You're lying."
"A little."
She smiled.
"Good."
Levi looked at her.
"Why is that good?"
"Means you're not completely stupid."
"Comforting."
Outside the station, Silvia waited for them. She looked uncertain. That hadn't changed yet. Maybe it wouldn't for a long time. But for once, she wasn't running. Levi stopped beside her.
"You ready?"
Silvia looked toward the capital skyline.
"No."
Levi smiled slightly.
"Me neither."
Lily joined them.
"Wonderful. Inspiring leadership, Captain."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't praise."
"I choose to hear what I want."
Silvia actually laughed. A small sound. But real. Levi looked at her. And for the first time since she'd walked back into his life, he saw a glimpse of the little sister he remembered. The three continued forward. Behind them stood the world Levi knew. Ahead waited one he didn't. The Combat Core. Kestrel.
X-9.
Whatever Reed had meant when he said there were more. And perhaps dangers none of them had even imagined yet. High above the capital, dark clouds gathered beyond the horizon. A low rumble of thunder rolled somewhere in the distance. Levi glanced upward. Lily followed his gaze.
"Storm coming."
Levi watched the clouds for another moment.
"Yeah."
His hand rested casually near the Star Badge at his hip.
"I think there is."
And somewhere far beyond the capital— something was already moving.