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Agent Greene.

It was calm when he touched down. Nights out here were quiet, or so he'd been told. The watch on his wrist glowed softly, as did the communications rig clipped to his backpack, that shade of 'Division Agent' orange cutting through the immediate darkness surrounding him.

The air was still, and oddly warm. Marcus found it hard to breathe through his mask at times, especially when it got hot out, but he was managing fine, for the moment. A decidedly electronic chirp in his right ear signalled the analytic computer's activation in his gear, followed by a rather feminine voice. His handler for the past three months, Faye Lau.

"Agent, can you read me? Marcus?" she'd ask, a note of concern slipping through.

He'd tap his watch's face once, for yes. "Excellent. We need you to get a read on exactly what's happening out here. Apart from that admittedly disturbing footage released a few months back, and that a Federal Marshal went missing and no one bothered to investigate, we're completely in the dark. You know what to do, Agent. Stabilize, protect. Remember, you are not a threat to the people living here. Lau out."

With that, Marcus was on his own. For the moment at least. Lifting the glowing face of his wristwatch up to the eyeholes of his patriotically painted ballistic mask, a fuzzy, static filled image of the area surrounding him would fill his vision.

Intelligent System Analytic Computer online. Patching into local transmissions...

"Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at Hope County Jail. Officers in need of assistance, over!" The Agent checks his map again confirming his heading, nods to himself, and emerges from the treeline, adjusting the straps on his bag so they don't drag.

It was the middle of the night, so really, there shouldn't have been too many people about. The sounds of voices close by shot that theory down, however. Two people. One male, one female, and both armed with what appeared to be civilian-spec assault rifles painted the rather offputting shade of eggshell white.

"Why don't they understand? We just want to protect them from what's coming. We didn't come here to hurt anybody." said the male, clearly distressed. From what Marcus could make out in the adjusting darkness, their clothes were distinctly... not military. White tops, brown work-pants, black boots. Adorned with heavily stylised crosses.

"Give them time, brother. Adversity and an unwillingness to accept the Father's message are common, you know that. Don't let it trouble you too much." responded the woman. The sight of a masked being emerging from the trees like a ghostly apparition did give the duo pause, however.

They're frightened. That much, he can tell. One, the male, fumbles his rifle, while the other falls over, landing on her back. Eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and fear, she stares up at Marcus as he slowly approaches, boots thudding on the packed down earth with soft crunches.

He crouches in front of her, masked head tilting slightly to the left in a non-verbal inquiry of her condition. "A-am I okay?"

A nod, and that same quizzical tilt. Any more and she thought his head would click into place. "I'm fine, can you help me up please?" she asks, the quiver in her voice gone now that Marcus was no longer a threat. Another nod, and the agent would offer his hand, help pull the woman to her feet.

A small smile flits across the woman's youthful features for a moment, and the man accompanying her seems more relaxed as well. Marcus smiles behind his mask, happy he could right his wrong.

"Are you heading somewhere, big guy?" asks the woman, looking into the opaque eye holes of the Agent's mask. He shrugs. "You don't know? Well, you can come with us, if you want..." she trails off, waiting for an answer.

"Mm-hm." he rasps, nodding again.

The Agent pauses again, tapping his facemask with his left hand and gesturing at the man and woman with his right. "You... want to know... who we are?" asks the rifle toting man with a noticeable Southern drawl. A solitary nod from Marcus confirms this. Stealing a glance at his travelling companion, he smiles, a far cry from the nervous wreck he was moments ago.

"I'm Samuel. The woman you scared into next Tuesday is Bethany." the man smiles wider upon catching the frown that flits across Bethany's face.

Marcus slowly signs the words 'Nice to meet you', his hands slowly falling back down to his sides. Bethany's eyes light up as the agent does this, and she would quickly sign back 'Wait, you're mute?' Marcus' head shakes quickly from side to side. He signs back, 'No. It hurts to speak, and sign language is faster.'

"Eden's Convent isn't far, and you look exhausted," continues Bethany, concerned. "I'm sure we have a bunk we could spare."

Truth be told, Marcus did feel pretty sleepy. The flight into Hope County was a long one, and tracking the collapse of services and coordination of National Guard and Army troops into Manhattan as things steadily worsened drained him and his superiors considerably. It was a grueling and sometimes unforgiving job, but it had to be done.

'How far?' signed Marcus, hefting his backpack up a little higher. He was grateful he'd picked a two-strap instead of a single strap bag. His shoulders would be killing him if he hadn't.

'Just up that hill.' signed Bethany, pointing towards what was clearly a swirling beacon of flower petals and green fog. This gave Marcus pause. He'd seen some pretty strange things back East, like Cleaners raiding a convenience store for Twinkies, or escaped criminals from Riker's Island singing horribly off-key karaoke in what was left of the Midtown Music store, but nothing like this.

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kristyonamsu · 2 years

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Microaggressions: Common, everyday verbal or behavioral indignities and slights that communicate hostile, derogatory, and negative messages about someone’s race, gender, sexual orientation or religion. ( Copied from the book )

Microaggressions aren’t always in a bad well, they are just worded wrong. For example, the picture above is a representation of people asking this young black girl if they can touch her hair. Why? Maybe because they don’t believe this could possibly be her real hair. Also one of the signs say “ where are you REALLY from “ putting emphasis on really because they think she’s not from where she is saying and be,I’ve she from somewhere else because it’s not normalized that people don’t have to be a certain race or ethnicity to be from there.

Institutional Racism :Patterns by which racial inequality is structured through key cultural institutions, policies, and systems.

I used the example of police brutality because this relates to the system being broken because of the hatred they have against an African American. We are an automatic threat to people that should protect us but instead soon as they pull us over they have their hand on their gun. They are racial African Americans. For example,as the picture shown above, we go into a hair store and the workers are following you around in the store because they think just because we are black that we are “ stealing “.

Miscegenation: A demeaning historical term for interracial marriage.

Around the 1950s, an interracial couple was illegal and if the babies were mixed they would most likely call them a lot of different slurs because their parents are in two different races. An African American being with a non African American was illegal back then because they didn’t feel as though it was right since an African American was put on such a low petal stool. In other words, if this did happen, it would be criminalized.

White Supremacy: The belief that whites are biologically different from and superior to people of other races.

This is a photo from last year when Trump had the Trump supporters storm the capitol. Whites feel very entitled to everything and feel like African Americans deserve nothing. They make meaningless comments, they do unordinary things for no reason. In today's world we call white people “Karens” when they act as such which means when they try to fault an African American for something and make a scene to make the black person look bad. The older I get the more I see the way they feel entitled when they shouldn't at all.

Jim Crow: Laws implemented after the U.S. Civil War to enforce segregation legally, particularly in the South, after the end of slavery.

Following this law right after the 13th amendment passed, I think this photo represents freedom. We deserved that freedom. Our freedom shouldn’t have ever been a token. This changed a lot in the world that we all still celebrate today. We celebrate days such as Juneteenth which is the date related to ending slavery, we celebrate this every year on June 19th. This is a very important day for African Americans to celebrate which I love that we have this day to celebrate. This holiday has been celebrated since the 1800s by African Americans.

Racialization: The process of categorizing, differentiating, and attributing a particular racial character to a person or group of people.

In this video and picture it represents the different types of stereotypes that black women encounter. These are three different women that show those examples. The first one is mammy, where she is supposed to clean up around the house after everyone. The second one is sapphire which is seen as the stuck up girl and aggressive girl but it’s really not like that. Lastly is Jezebel which is seen as easy access for men and their body is only used for men. These are stereotypes that are put on to people but it really doesn't be that.

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