The past four days in New York City, things have been tranquil for a change. Since the Red Arrow’s Killer Queen or Queens are now in custody, crime and murder went down exponentially. However, they weren’t praising the NYPD or Assistant District Attorney. They were worshiping the Guardian Angel of New York City named Memento Dark.

Too much dismay, Jocelyn still hated him, but at least she can focus on what is essential, and that is her Senate campaign. In her own office looking at campaign strategies from her campaign manager, there was a knock on her door.

She looked up to see a familiar face; a slender, pale-skinned teenager with short black hairband lush green-eyes was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a buttoned-down blue shirt with a black mini skirt and white sneakers with blue striped socks.

Immediately, this puts a smile on Jocelyn’s face as she greets the teenager, “Cherie! It’s so nice of you to come!”

Jocelyn walks over to the teenager as they embrace in a hug.

“J.J., good to see you alive and well,” Cherie teased with a smile.

Knowing Cherie was watching the news, Jocelyn couldn’t help herself to bring it up, “I went from one war zone to another. But it’s fine now. We got the bastards, and now the city is safe again!”

Cherie nodded in approval, “that’s good!”

When Cherie was younger, she and Jocelyn were not only next-door neighbors in Orange County, California, but they were also best friends. It all started when Jocelyn babysat Cherie, and they talked about Jocelyn joining the military, in which she was one of the few reasons that piqued her interest in serving herself. She even served two tours in Iraq before being honorably discharged with the rank of Gunnery Sargent in the U.S. Marine Corps.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while… So how is the family?” Jocelyn asked with concern.

Cherie didn’t want to tell her everything. In fact, most of her family members don’t really know much about her Crucis Sentinel business either. So, she just kept as vague as possible, “I just been swamped…”

“As you can see, I’ve been swamped as well,” Jocelyn bragged as she pulls Cherie into her office while closing the door behind her. She takes her to her desk, flooded with papers and documents, “I’ve been talking to my people in Washington DC. My victory in this race is almost a definite. And when that happens, I want to put a lot of policies into play.”

“Policies? What policies?” Cherie wondered.

Jocelyn looked into Cherie’s eyes as she became sullen, “These witches and warlocks and these demons… They are flooding this entire city with crime and murder. The problem is, there are too many of them. That is why I’m proposing a 13-point plan of finding these ‘nether-users’ as they like to call themselves and put them somewhere that they won’t hurt or take advantage of anyone ever again…”

Cherie laughed it off, “come on now. What you’re planning is mass segregation.”

“Yes, I am,” Jocelyn replied bluntly.

Back home, she talked about magical creatures and nephalems and how dangerous and powerful they were. To be quite honest, Jocelyn Shane was one of the few reasons why Cherie wanted to be a part of the Crux Nexus, which eventually became a Crucis Sentinel.

This made Cherie concerned about Jocelyn’s mental health, “J.J., not all nether users and nephalems are terrible people. Most of them do great and productive things.”

Jocelyn scowled at Cherie, “Don’t give me that, Cherie. We, the humans, are nothing but cattle or breeding tools for these monsters. I say, stick them on an island and let them rape and kill each other,” she ranted.

Cherie sighs in discontent, “look, I think this is a bad idea. And whatever or whoever has put this idea inside your head--?”

“OH, WHY DON’T YOU GROW UP?!” Jocelyn snapped. As Jocelyn looked into Cherie’s eyes, she saw fear and sadness. To Jocelyn, Cherie was very young and didn’t know any better. These nether users and nephalems were the scourge of society, and one day she will understand the sacrifices and the tough decisions that grown-ups need to make.

Jocelyn took a deep breath and laughed off her little outburst, “I’m sorry. I just have been--”

“What you need is some rest,” Cherie addressed.

“What I need to do is to get back to work…” Jocelyn avoiding the issue and getting back to her desk.

“Right, I’ll talk to you later. I’m staying at the Holiday Inn for a few days,” Cherie announced as she walks towards the door.

“Oh, Cherie!” Jocelyn summoned as the teenager stops and turns around to face her, “I’m having a little get together for my Senate campaign. A lot of New York celebrities are going to be there. I thought a gossip blogger like yourself can grab some juicy bits for your Twitter account.” Jocelyn smiled.

Cherie try to be sincere, but gave a nervous grin, “sure, why not? I will be there… Take care of yourself, counselor…” Cherie agreed as she walked out of the office.

A lot was going on inside Cherie’s mind. She thought to herself that Jocelyn was only kidding about this whole entire heart hide from nether users and creatures who are born from it. This will set back society another 200 years if she and her little friends in Washington DC gets their way. As Cherie was on her way out, Jonathan was on his way in.

Crossing paths in the hallway, Jonathan couldn’t help himself but turn around and stare at the beautiful teenager swaying her hips from side to side as she walks. It took him a couple of seconds to snap out of this hypnotic trance and head towards the assistant district attorney’s office.

Jonathan didn’t even bother knocking on the door as he marched in, “counselor, we have a problem. The mayor is on her way here!”

Jocelyn shot up in shock, “what?! Nobody told me that!”

“Um, counselor, she has been calling you nonstop ever since you’ve won the primary,” Jonathan corrected.

“Well, send her in, I guess--” Jocelyn didn’t really have time to prepare anyway, since the mayor of New York City, Michaela Bloom, was standing in the doorway unannounced. As cocky and confident as ever she struts inside the room and has a seat alongside Detective Jonathan Peterson. Still riding the definite high of the Sycamore University incident, she is now confident more than ever. But a confident smirk on her face, she looks at the disgruntled assistant district attorney. Inadvertently or by sheer accident, this was a staring contest between the two.

Jocelyn had to break the silence somehow by giving the mayor a peace offering, “Mayor Bloom, would you like to have a drink? I don’t serve alcohol, but I do have the finest apple cider made in Albany.”

“Actually, I don’t drink apple cider or any kind of juice. I don’t even give juice to my kids,” Michaela kindly declines.

Steadfastly, Jocelyn tries to make the best of it, “health conscious as ever, Mrs. Mayor. I sometimes fall off the wagon every now and then. But I try to stay positive because I know for a fact in the midst of chaos, darkness will always turn into light.”

That halfhearted speech almost got an eye roll from the mayor, “you know why I am here, counselor. It’s about your piss poor performance. And now you’re trying to run for Senator? Meanwhile, you still have this Killer Queen case to take care of, among other things. Tell me, has this Killer Queen said anything about who is she connected with or who was trying to kill her in the first place? Or in this case, anything at all?”

Feeling the pressure, Jocelyn did the only thing she knew how to do very well, “Detective Peterson is leading the Killer Queen case!”

The mayor puts all of her attention to the now profusely sweating Detective Peterson as he tries to fumble his words, “I… W-we had a couple of tips from the victim… Assailant… As we are trying to push forward of other cases… And being able to find a solution…”

“So, in other words, you have done absolutely nothing,” Michaela guessed correctly. However, Jonathan didn’t really have to answer the question.

“These nether users are a huge problem. They stick together,” Jocelyn added.

“And that is why you want to take every person who was born or controls the nether and exile them on Staten Island?” Michaela questions. While Jocelyn tries to answer the question, she couldn’t with her mouth agape. But, Michaela didn’t want to hear it because it would be a waste of time anyway.

Michaela continues tearing into her underperforming assistant district attorney, “Violent outbursts, you talking to the media with your anti-Semitism rhetoric, dealing with these right-wing nut cases in Washington DC, and then you add your poor performance of closing cases and your glaring oversight of getting the most essential things done to make one. But that is not the mustard on the dog shit sandwich.

“You, raising 15 million in two weeks to fund your senate campaign, raises a lot of red flags. Because who in the right mind would give a failure like you even a dime? However, you don’t have to be an analyst on CNBC to figure that one out. You, counselor, are no leader of the people or should I say, humans. You are a bully and a fraud.”

Jocelyn, who was already seething angry and pretty much now showing it, Michaela wraps up this little visit with a stark warning, “Now, I cannot stop you. This is your life that you want to ruin, and this is your campaign that you want to lose. But if I find out that if you’re accepting money from the Dark Nebula Coalition… especially from the Oleander Syndicate… particularly from the Angel of Death… I will make it my life’s work making sure you’ll spend the rest of your days in prison and your little wolf boy of yours.”

After that threat, Jocelyn was eerily calm and collected, “I advise you, Mrs. Mayor, that a lot of my campaigning is because of the heartbeat of the human souls want change…”

Without even saying a word or without even saying goodbye, Michaela rose from her chair and leaves the office. Jonathan started to breathe slowly as if he was holding his breath the entire time. Sadly, he was. He looks over at Jocelyn, who by and large is still calm and collective. He remembered that night she finally snapped at the prisoner.

Still, he wanted to know if she was okay, “counselor?”

“You don’t have to worry about Bloom, JoJo. My case is ironclad,” Jocelyn reassured while laughing. “I mean, the balls on this woman of accusing me of taking money from the coalition. Trust me, those scumbags are on the first of my list as I take the Senate seat.”

Jonathan nodded in approval, “yes, ma’am!”

Jocelyn sees this and has admired Jonathan’s courage or lack thereof, “JoJo, I am having a little get together tonight. A lot of big named people are going to be there. I was wondering if you would be there?” She offered.

Jonathan was elated that he was given such an opportunity, “sure, I can work the party!”

Jocelyn giggled at his assumption, “no, JoJo. Even if I didn’t ask you to work security, you would do it anyway. I meant, as my date.” Jocelyn clarified while giving a seductive grin.

Already nervous from the abrupt meeting from the mayor, he was more nervous than a beautiful woman like Jocelyn asked them out on a date, “O-okay!”