A young man stands at the alter of Camon Heights church. His black trench coat draped over his form and lightly brushes across the floor as he walks. He softly speaks to a small crowd of people gathered in the church.
"Thank you all for comming."
He brushes his chin with his hand. He isn't used to giving such speeches....
"My name is Trayden. I have asked you to spare some time today because I have news concerning one of our Zion operatives. "
He pauses for a moment, before he continues.
"I have talked to a handful of you about this; mainly the ones who were closeest to her as I was. She was a special woman, kind."
A smile in her memory briefly showed on his face.
"She freed me after all...."
He takes his black sunglasses off out of respect for this woman before he continues.
"Her name was Euforia."
Tears start to well up in his eyes. He looks around the room, almost ready to break down.
"I am going to give her a proper ceremony in this church. I am asking you to find as many Zion operatives as you can to come. We will mourn her passing, but we will remember her life. Go and tell as many operative of Zion you can, and contact me, Trayden, if you have questions or need information."
Tears streak down his face. He brings one hand up and level to his eyes and makes a fist. He squeezes hard, so hard his knuckles turn white then slams it hard on the podium. His voice goes from soft and sorrowful to a half growel as he remebers Euforia's lifeless body.
"I swear to god, I will find the **bleep** that did this!"
