Defenders of Justice

[Zettsu]

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"Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it."
Malcolm X

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The Taimou's engines were roaring as the fighter flew through Minnesota. Zettsu was sitting in the cockpit, letting the autopilot do its job as he pondered about what happened in the recent days and what's gonna happen next. He was meant to meet the Navy admiral - or vice admiral, commodore, officer, whatever, he didn't really care about titles too much - Lambert on the battleship Minneapolis. In itself - nothing major. But the fact that he was carrying one of the most dangerous substances known to man, flying a ship whose databanks contained information that could at the very least be considered "classified" made him nervous.

Not only that, but he was also unnerved with another "routine police scan". Another "this is a special, classified delivery". Another "it's not your goddamn business". And another button press, that activated his cloaking device. He was annoyed but also understood the position of those policemen. They had to do their job and God bless them if they did it properly for once. After all, everyone's sense of justice is subjective, distorted by their past experiences and changed by their future expectations.

He sighed. Taimou was getting closer to the battleship. He double-checked if he had everything. The package, datapad and his equipment were all intact. He didn't expect to get attacked on a Liberty Navy battleship, but still it was better to expect the unexpected. He sent the docking request to Minneapolis and sat back as the autopilot did its thing.

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