OOC
The January Sun ever so slowly rises higher from the east, it's the morning of January 12th, 2028, Wednesday. Even though the Sun was still low to the sky, on account that it was winter, and seemed a bit dim, what light it did emitted still manages to brighten the entire landscape. Light shined on the Hungarian capital of Budapest, buildings gleamed and shined off light, it was a gorgeous sight. A good number of people now would be just getting up, getting dressed and eating breakfast, readying to go on their daily morning commute. For the most part, it seemed like it was going to be a typical day here, at least for the common citizen. A black van with the insignia of KPH drove through a desolate street. The KPH, or literally translated as the Government Political Authority, was conceived as essentially the secret police of the Hungarian government, seeking to make sure that no domestic threats were to arose in the country, and dealing with those that already had arisen, they had been in fact been informally called the reincarnation of the Stalin era ÁVH. Overnight there had been a large crackdown in several residences and other dwellings, it had been carried out by the KPH, under one of their many secretive purges.
The black van then entered a less visited part of the city, driving past several armed guards clad in combat uniforms and fatigues. Immediately upon entering, one could see many fenced off areas, some of them were streets, buildings, others wide opened spots, a couple of them resembled pens. Several of these places were completely empty, though of course these are only holding areas for temporary occupants that eventually get sent off to elsewhere. These temporary occupants consists of what the Hungarian considers to be undesirable and thus threats, political dissenters, unruly citizens, suspicious Nevidians, asylum seekers, spies, insurgents, partisans, etc. The black van then stopped in front of a holding area that already had several occupants in it, most likely all from the same crackdown last night. A few guards approached the black van, ready to assist in transferring people into the holding area, but were quickly waved off by the KPH agent in the passenger seat. "Relax, there's only a few in here. We had to take a detour, but hey we're here now." He said to them nonchalantly, as the back doors of the van flung opened, allowing for two guards to get out, with their arms reaching back into the van to pull out several handcuffed people with black bags over their heads from the it.
Simon felt the rush of cold air, the doors to the van had opened, his body still ache. He was then pulled out of the van, along with a few other people. He couldn't of course tell how many people he was with exactly of course, as he had a black bag over his head, and none of them were allowed to talk. In fact he couldn't tell where he was exactly either, for all he knew he could still be in Budapest, or in a labor camp, or somewhere else. And it didn't help he was still in a dazed either. All he could recollect from what had happened, was that during the night, while he was sleeping with his wife, Maria, they had been rudely awaken by the KPH breaking into their apartment, who had then preceded to accuse him of being a Slovakian Partisan, even though he hadn't set foot in Slovakia for years, and had been living in Hungary for most of his life, and was working in a office in Budapest, or even was open about his disgruntlement. But Simon could only suspect that they just looked at his last name and his half Slovakian background and said to themselves. "Well we better get this one too, he seems dangerous."
Fucking typical. Simon thought to himself, as the guards were escorting him. He then recalled the last thing he saw of his wife last night. Before they put the black bag over his head, he saw Maria frantically trying to get to him from across the room, but she was easily held back by an agent, but still her arms were wide out, desperately trying to reach for him, tears were coming down her cheeks, she was screaming his name, "SIMON! SIMON!" It was something that would be immortalized forever in Simon's mind. Then the black bag had went over his head, they hit him a few times with a baton, he was handcuffed, and he was dragged out the apartment block, and into a van. Simon hopes they didn't do anything to Maria afterwards, but regardless of that, his essential kidnapping alone must had been very traumatic for her, hell it was for him.
His then heard a caged door opened, and his escorts had him stopped, along with the other few that were in the van with him. They then took the bags off their heads. He immediately recognized from the scenery that they were still in Budapest and it was morning. "Alright, get into the fucking pen! The transport will arrive soon." A guard had ordered them, in a aggressive tone. Simon and the others then turned to go into the holding area, the caged door then closed behind them, and another guard opened another cage door in front of them, and quickly closed it behind them as they walk through that one too. Simon then looked around his vicinity, and quickly gathered that they were in a opened fenced in area off the side of a boarded up building. He had known about this place in Budapest, but of course he never thought he would get this in to it. From what more he could gather, several armed guards were standing about outside and patrolling. Escape was completely out of the question for Simon, as it would probably result in only death and not much else. He then began to shiver, he was only in his boxers after all, and it was very clear he wasn't the only one here in undergarments either, as it seems the KPH had caught everyone off guard last night while most of everyone was sleeping, and of course didn't give them time to get dressed. Simon was of course scared for himself and Maria, and parts of his body still ache and were bruised. To think that just only yesterday he was working at his office job, it had already seemed so distant from now, at least by comparison alone. "Fuck..." He muttered to himself, instantly seeing his breath in the air. He then looked at the other people he was with in here, he wonders who they were.
