Govit Incident

The GOVIT Incident - 1 Year After Providence
“Hey, Harold. Have you heard of those new celebrities? The new Gang? What are they called? Comrades? Wombats?” He asked him, scrolling down his phone, not really interested on the screens of the van they were in. The source for those live videos were some cameras, positioned in different angles, pointing at the same place, a government resource factory. It was rumoured to be the next target for the self-proclaimed anti-government group called Nomads.

“Nomads, Kumar.” Harold said, rather boringly still checking the cameras.

The van was fully equipped with different equipment, each for different situations. The radio of the van buzzed. Harold stretched his arm to it barely grasping it. A voice came from it, loud and clear. “Agent Hadan, report. Copy.” Harold moved and picked it up, undocking it from its place. “Nothing yet, Chief. Copy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, those guys. I was wondering, again, are they really the bad guys?” He said as he glanced at the screens again, spotting a man running to the factory. The man had a box with him, which he positioned in the middle of one of the cameras views, like he wanted to be seen.

It exploded in orange flames. The same man appeared from the mist, now followed by at least a dozen people into the facility. Kumar typed something into the computer at hand. “Hey, Harold, camera 8. 7th street with Saint John.” He pointed at the 8th screen of the van, numbered with a sticker.

“We’ve talked about this, Kumar! Have you ever seen the news? The Nomads are a radical group that wants to destroy th-” He was interrupted by Kumar, who pointed at the screen.

In shock, he pressed the light gray button on the radio, which broadcasts to all units around a 30 hundred square mile radius from that same place. “All units, report to the GOVIT, we are reporting a breach on 7th street and Saint John. I repeat, 7th street and Saint John, there’s been a breach.” He said into the radio, before hooking the radio back in his place.

He turned and positioned himself in the driver's seat. As he clicked a button, the van roared and accelerated. They too went to that same street, only finding a shootout going on between the police and Nomads. “This is going to be a hell of a night.” He jinxed.

That same night, the Nomad of new movement began.