Durka

“What the hell do you mean that there was a breach?!” Durka yelled as he slammed the clipboard onto the desk. It really wasn’t his day, first the crime rate drops and now the centres which seem to be overflowing with the ‘Naturals’ are having problems with security.
“Well, you see sir…one of the convicts…I mean reformers…tried to escape, and the result was that the second sector was initially shut down momentarily. We…are trying to check how many may have escaped in that time….but the numbers so far indicate that there were only maybe a dozen…”
The Zealot snapped his head around and stared at the quivering man before he spoke, “…Only maybe a dozen?!” Durka spat with venom in his voice. “Do you know how much this is going to f**k up our plans? Reform doesn’t happen if they aren’t there to reform!”
The assistant hesitated before answering, “We have the profiles here of the ‘Naturals’ that were being held in that particular sector…”
Durka took the file from his hands and leafed through the pages, trying to estimate how long it would take to recover from this situation, and if it was possible to do it without Ragon noticing. His optimism visibly drained as he recounted familiar names on the list.
The assistant watched as the Superhero in front of him started separating pages from the extensive file, each page that passed made the Zealot frown all the more. By the time Durka put the file back on the desk, he was sweating. Which made the assistant all the more nervous.
“What is your name again?” The Zealot asked as he swept his hand through his brown unkempt hair. “Tomathy, Sir.”
“Well, John…we have a big problem on our hands!” Durka said with a faint smile pulling at the edge of his lips. “We have more than ten Grade 4’s roaming the streets of Twilight City tonight…and I have no doubt that there will be more before long.”
“What makes you say that, Sir?” Tomathy asked hesitantly, unsure of if he was out of place asking such questions, but to his relief, the Zealot answered the question without a thought.
“Well, other than the fact that Ragon’s younger brother is on that list…we need to expect the worst, especially since his old team are with him, most of them anyway.” Durka said as he got to his feet. His polished boots gleaming from the reflected light of the desk lamp.
Tomathy watched as the Zealot spread out the files on the desk, wondering what was going through the Superheroes mind at that moment. And to be honest, if he knew, it probably would have scared him.

 

Durka, B

Faction: Kotic: Zealots Sector 8
Age: 32
History: Army Cadet turned Political Activist, power activation during the riots in his hometown of Falco City. Shunned by the society he only wanted to protect affected his mindset slightly. Before his breakdown in his mid-twenties, Durka was praised by the Zealots as one of the most efficient ‘Natural Hunters’.
Powers: Impenetrable shield generated solely by willpower, linked constantly to users sense of self gratification, aka - The Ego Shield.

 

After dismissing the assistant, the Zealot opened a window in his office and looked down at the City he loved, and wondered where his comrades where, and what they were doing. Since the foundation of the Zealots, people felt more at ease and criminals were more reluctant to commit crimes. Police forces dwindled as the reliance on the Zealots grew. Some of the Superheroes became accustomed to the power and let it get to them, making the law suit them. This was something that had been happening for years, but Ragon ignored it. He waited in his skyscraper, watching the money flow in.
Durka never liked working with the Zealots, they were just enforcing their own rules on the populace.
“…but I thought I could change that if I could be one of them…” The Zealot said to nobody as he closed the window and returned to his desk.
Lifting the phone at the side of the table, Durka started punching in the numbers that led to the high office. The voice on the other end was shallow and dry as it spoke three words that sent a chill down Durka’s spine. “Who got out?”