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has been directed.” Miranda told her.
                  “Also, inform security that an inspection team will be coming, which may or may not include a Senator. Give them full access to the entire building, except the black zones.”
                  “The order has been directed.”
                  “Has the power problems been fixed with the holograms in cell block five?”
                  “Cell block five has been upgraded with quadruple power redundancy, as directed.” Miranda said.
                  “Excellent. Have Agents Chancer, Douser and Eagle-Eye report to my office at nine this morning.”
                  “The order has been directed.”
                 
    April 2nd, 2015 08:30 AM
     
                  “Can you believe this shit?” Chancer said as he brought his jeep to a stop in front of a group of protestors.  Luckily, he had the hard top on his jeep as they banged on his window.
                  “The Sellouts suck!” One of the protestors shouted as he banged on Chancer’s window.
                  “It is very believable, since I am right here.” Douser told him. They both lived in the same building, which was also owned and protected by TSO, so they carpooled often. This morning they had both received a text alert to be in the CEO’s office at nine.
                  “How could you turn on your own people?” A woman shouted as she banged on Douser’s window.             
                  “We’re never going to make it now.” Chancer said as he tried to inch the jeep forward. He blared the horn as much as possible. It was slow going due to the amount of protestors crowding the street in front of the Oslett building.
                  “We will make it. You will think of something.” Douser said as she continued reading her tablet, uncaring about the protestors. Protestors were a common occurrence for them.
                  “Fuck it.” He said as he drew his pistol out from its holster and popped open the sunroof. He waved it at them while shouting obscenities until they moved out of his way – which they did promptly when he fired a round into the sky. He plopped down into his seat quickly and gunned it to the gate, which opened and closed rapidly for them as the guards held the protestors that chased their jeep back.
                  “They’re going to take your gun away again.” Douser said as she continued reading.
                  “Let them. It’s not like I really need it anyways.” He told her as he drove as fast as he could to the checkpoint. They had to go through three before he could even park. “And I thought we were done with this ‘Sellouts’ bullshit.”
                  “We will never be done with it as long as someone thinks we are doing wrong.” She told him.
                  “We’re not doing wrong; we’re protecting them from murderers!” He yelled at her as he handed his badge to the guard at the first checkpoint. Another guard took Dousers and quickly returned it after scanning it. Chancer grabbed his and floored it once the tire spikes were lowered in front of his jeep.
                  “One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.” She said, quoting Gerald Seymour.
                  “Profound wisdom, Yoda.” He said as he slammed on his brakes at the next checkpoint. He leaned out and pressed his thumb to a pad and the gate in front of him lifted into the ceiling. He gunned it again, receiving a shout from the guards at the checkpoint.
                  “My point is that we can’t please everyone.” She said as she put out her hand to brace for the next checkpoint.
                  “Whatever. They should be thanking us.” Chancer said as he slammed on the brakes