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The Occupant's Response

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It was the end of the day at Angel Falls city hall and the civil employees filed out. One of them was Samuel Robert, an accountant who came to Angel Falls from Montreal. He got into his car, an older, used model not to be unexpected for someone on his salary. He drove off the city hall parking lot, but didn't head home like his co-workers. Instead, he headed to an area of the city that they would avoid. He finally parked near the Angel Falls Hotel and got out. However, in the eyes of anyone who saw him, he looked completely different. His drab accountant suit now appeared to be a well tailored black one. His neatly trimmed mustache was now longer and thinner, and he had a pair of pince-nez glasses and a top hat. He was no longer Samuel Robert, but his true self, the Occupant.

A man sitting on a nearby doorstep wearing a blue jacket with a red maple leaf on it nodded to him, and the Occupant gave him a smile and a friendly wave. He knew his car would still be there when he returned. No one would touch anything of the leader of the Canadian Syndicate on their turf. And as he was driving, he had used his telepathic abilities to ensure no one was trailing him. After all, it would not do for the Occupant to be connected to his mundane cover identity.

He entered the hotel and immediately realized something was wrong. Usually, there were a few members of the Canadian Syndicate loitering in the lobby at all times, but now there were none. He quickened his pace and made his way to the stairs that lead to the nerve center of the organization. Entering the large underground room, he saw that the Syndicate members were crowded around one of the couches with horrified looks on their faces. He got closer and saw why.

One the couch was one of the members of the Canadian Syndicate. A quick scan of the surrounding minds revealed that his name was Mikey. The young man's limbs had been removed, and he was in great pain. Yet, as soon as he saw the Occupant, his mind filled with fear. He had told the leader of the Fourth Reich everything she wanted to know, and Mikey felt that he would be killed for sure.

But the Occupant knelt beside him and said in a soothing tone, "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to have you killed. You were tortured, and you wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't been. I don't punish that type of loyalty. Now rest." He mentally reached out and used his telepathic powers to soothe Mikey's pain as well as easing the trauma of what had happened to him. The young man sighed and fell into a peaceful sleep. The Occupant turn and said, "Would someone please take Mikey here to a hospital." Two Canadian Syndicate members stepped forwards, carefully picked him up, and left.

The Occupant began scan the Syndicate members that were still present. "Now, there is the question of how that young man fell into the hands of our enemies." His gaze stopped on a red haired man. "Isn't there, Mr. O'Reilly?"

O'Reilly blinked. "I ... I don't know what you're talking about." The Canadian Syndicate members next to him began to edge away from him.

"Oh really?" the Occupant replied, slowly walking towards him. "So you don't know anything about accepting the paltry sum of $50 000 to betray one of your teammates?"

O'Rielly began to back up, away from the Occupant. He swallowed and decided to come clean. "OK, I did it. It was a mistake!"

"Oh, I'll say it was a mistake. But the even bigger one," and here the Occupant dropped his usual politeness and began yelling, "WAS THINKING YOU COULD HIDE IT FROM A TELEPATH!"

O'Reilly backed into a wall. The Occupant was still advancing and the other members of the Syndicate were hemming him in. With nowhere else to go, he wailed in terror, "Please don't feed me to Needless!"

"Feed you to Needless?" the Occupant responded, once more returning to his jovial style of speech. "I wouldn't do that. Traitors make her gassy. And besides," he added darkly, "She's not the one you should be afraid of." With that, he reached out mentally once again, this time to find O'Reilly's most disturbing memory. He found that the man had been beat frequently by his father when he was a child. He brought this memory to the fore.

"No, daddy!" the other man cried out pitifully. "I didn't mean to do it! I'll be good." And then O'Reilly withered under blows that existed in his mind. The Occupant then gathered up all the memories of abuse, linked them together, and then made them permanently the only thing in his mind, so for as long as he lives, the only thing he can think of is being beaten by his father.

The Occupant stared down at the quivering, crying form. "Take him and drop him off some place that the Nazi's can find him. He sold out to them, let them take care of him." He turned and headed to his office, calling over his shoulder, "And make sure you take his jacket off. He doesn't deserve to wear it."
A follow up to [link] in :iconangel-fallsda:

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The Occupant, the Canadian Syndicate, and Mikey are property of :iconpathetic-virgin:
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Gong63's avatar
One of the (only) things I liked about Timothy Zahn's character Grand Admiral Thrawn, was that he knew when to nurture and when to punish. The Occupant displayed this quality of judgment, and I appreciate that in a leader.

This is only going to be the tip of the iceberg for this gang war; looking forward to it.