There, in the massive crowd of young people, dressed in violet tunics with red apple shaped badges with the letters E.Y.E. stitched into them, looking at the stage that Emperor Erich Depeche would, at any minute, walk onto. A woman walking at the edge of the platform of the Transit Train Station, a light rail mall near the Capital, located in the Lincoln District, wearing a lavender violet tunic and a pair of sunglasses. “Erasure, are you there at the platform near the light railing tracks?” whispered a male voice in her ear. “Yes, I am, Aiden. Are you beside my cousin?” growled Erasure, losing her train of thought.
There at the stage standing Aiden, tall, muscular in his violet colored suit, smiling while overlooking the crowd. “You should see me on the stage, woman. You still want to be working for the Emperor or otherwise we wouldn’t be doing this mission,” said Aiden in a teasing tone. “Are you trying to get us both killed if one of the kids overhears us over their transmissions?” hissed Erasure, looking at the stage as she signals Aiden. One side of the train station were signs of The E.Y.E. and their motto, Erich protects and We must defend flashing under the apple on violet background with pictures of some teens hailing Erich on either side of the flashing billboards.
Then a young man in a red-violet suit comes upon the stage as the crowd hails him, chanting, “Emperor Erich Depeche.” Aiden nodded at Erasure as she vanished in the crowd. The young man then lifts his hand as the crowd becomes quiet. “Today, we’re here to ensure our way of life. We have survived another year near our Earth’s core and today marks 120 years since we left the surface of destruction. My motto: ‘We must survive the Earth’s Core if we are to keep our earth. We live here now and shall not leave this place that has become our home. “
As Erich was talking, Erasure walked into a security room with guards and shot them as she gently swung her duffle bag in front of her. She then began setting up as she carefully heard her cousin’s speech as the crowd began roaring in approbation. “Allow the N.H.E. to try to divide us. We will survive!” shouted Erich, as his E.Y.E. peers applaud enthusiastically. As soon he was finished, a gunshot echoed as blood sprang from his chest. The crowd was gripped by panic, only to find that his killers, Aiden and Erasure, quickly disappeared. The People of Under-City proceeded to flood the streets of the news that the Emperor was dead.