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==The Organizer==
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'''PREQUEL'''

6.00 am, wake up, shower, put on my suit, tie, take my bag, head out the door, sit in my car, drive to work, show my ID to the police and enter. Just another day in the city of colours, and I'm grim and grey as ever.

My friends are jealous every time we go out drinking, they usually introduce me to people with the words: “This is Ian, he works at InfiniCon...” and from there the chances are the conversation will be anything but pleasant.
Either people don't know what InfiniCon is – and then I'll have to explain what it is, telling them that I work with managing a city inhabited by people detached from reality. Pretty much like a madhouse.
Or if I am unlucky people do know what InfiniCon is – and then I have to explain to them that I can not give them free passes or a personal tour and that I don't know any of InfiniCon's rich and famous people.

I hate my job and I hate the city of colours I work with. I'm one of the guys who stay in the background. They say we are invisible, they say we are the ones who are not supposed to be seen. Our suits don't fit the theme. Naturally.

The thing is, our job isn't something people think about, people don't go and think that for every building in InfiniCon that they need permission from the government, so that is where we step in and get the proper permission. We remain in the background, we do our background checks on our citizens. We watch every move, hidden cameras, we spy and watch the citizens, for every act, we counter act to ensure that the real government don't step in and shut down the whole operation. Some speak of a conspiracy throughout InfiniCon, well...
...We ARE the conspiracy!

And this is our story.

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'''CHAPTER 1'''

There are several ways to enter InfiniCon, but usually you notice right away. Most of the con is  a huge city, so where do I hide? Or actually, where do we hide?
The answer isn't really that obvious, you see, for a lot of people working on the convention, we are spread out evenly. Our main base is under ground, we have a few apartments down-town, most of our guys work with the police stations on the city limit.

You see, at one hand, InfiniCon is a city, it is supposed to have a city council, however it don't. InfiniCon has to account for a city and behave like one, however the citizens has never once shown any interest in the politics, the affairs required to maintain a city of that size.

When InfiniCon was build the first time, they prepare the foundation physically, however by the huge immigration from every kind of fandom imaginable, it was surprisingly few people who took into the interest that the city needs management. Sure a few fractions turned up here and there, but they didn't seem to want to take on the management either.

So we were established, the Convention Men. A secret organisation that runs underground and unseen. Our task was simply: Management.

The first issue our group came upon was financial issues. If InfiniCon was to be permanent and self-established, how would our organisation be paid for our work?

Fairly quickly the major convention centre was build along with a few minor convention centres, usually they had only temporary exhibits, people could rent them, it became the front for our secret group, but still secret.

Unfortunately people wouldn't rent the convention centres all the time, so for the rest of the time we organized things in them, giving us another use, we could almost charge whatever we would, and people would still pay. They were desperate. When we hosted them, we could additionally charge a fee for anyone to put up their tables.

As most of the city grew in size and popularity, we slowly phrased out, the convention centres became popular in which to announce new animes, LARP events or films coming out.

Eventually it was asked why we didn't just have taxes. We decided we just preferred to be secret instead. The nerds was happy not to know of our existence so why change that?

That was many years ago, since InfiniCon opened, I'm a fairly new employee compared to that, how the system works is only vaguely known, but fact is that our group don't lose money.

The next point was to hire people who knew stuff about city planning. I had a college degree in city planning of one sort of another, and soon afterwards I was given a job offer. I didn't question it. My job description was fairly simple: Establish contact with the government and ensure permission for a building has been granted. It was a fairly easy job. Most of the time someone would call me and tell me someone was erecting a building in the suburbs, I send out someone in a STAFF shirt and ask a few questions, the STAFF people was our most obvious agents, people trust them. Usually the STAFF t-shirt held enough authority that I could get the information I wanted to relay the construction to the Government.

Most of the time – that is 70% of the time – the people who construct anything in InfiniCon had the senses to make the proper paper work and hire real construction workers. The remainder 25% they still hired proper construction workers, but didn't fill out the paper work. For an ever growing city like InfiniCon, that was still a lot of people.

5% of the people didn't have proper construction workers, or didn't fill out the proper paperwork. They seem to have the idea that InfiniCon is anarchy. It's not, we can't let them build where they want or how they want. They are my biggest of concerns. I'm supposed to handle it delicately, our group wants to be secret, so how do I stop their working. Usually this is also where the story ends. I call the police, the police throws them out if they can't afford the construction, they crawl back in and they end up in the undercon.

As I arrived at my front desk this Tuesday morning – cloudy sky above – I was immediately notified of such an event. Someone was trying to build a house on their own in the suburban area of the city, they had begun overnight so it had not been noticed before.

“Hey, Susanne, could you call for one of the Staff guys to come up here?” I yelled for the departments secretary.
“Sorry Ian, but they are all occupied.”
“With what?”
“Some fat bitch made a jump for it and made jam.”
“Sonnovabitch, suicides are hard to sort out.”
“Yeah, but it still means that the staff is all busy scraping off her blood from the street.”

I sighed and grabbed my staff ID card, we were instructed to venture as little as possible into the actual conventions. I found my parking space and drove off, after 15 minutes I located the house.

A young man wearing a gas mask and otherwise military gear was pitching a tent – admittedly it was not technically a structure, but still it was enough.

“Excuse me sir! Convention STAFF. Mind if I ask a few questions in regard to your tent?”
“Not at all, be my guest.”
“Do you plan to live in it permanently?”
“No, just for a week.”
“Why?”
“I had a bet with a friend of mine if I could live for a week with no electricity. I think I can manage that.”
“Okay, thank you. We may come round in a week and check if you are still here!”

Luckily someone had to live somewhere for two weeks before we had to report it to the government, and as much as we knew, people made bets like that all the time, and usually they failed.

Unfortunately due to the morning traffic I had to drive through the city, it was a weird sight, apartments made of bricks, with sheets and colours of all rainbows. And there I was driving my grey sedan with mirrored glass, trying to be as colourless as possible in a world of colours.

I must have not been paying attention because the next moment someone stepped in front of the car. Almost suicidal.
I stopped the car, but noted that I didn't hit her, yet the person fell onto the ground.
I turned off the engine, and stepped out.

“Excuse me, are you okay?”

A young girl lay in front of me, clearly breathing trying hard to seem unconscious.

“Look, I'm not one for playing silly games, but if you want to play unconscious, that is fine. But you lady, I'm a Staff member, so please don't pull any tricks on me. I'm going to call an ambulance anyway because I'm obligated to do so.”

Someone came up to me, I prepared my standard answer

“Yes, I don't think I hit her, but I'm about to call an ambulance.”
“Are you a staff member?”
“Yes, give me a second, I need to call that ambulance.”
I pulled out my mobile phone and began calling the emergency number,
“Can I see your staff ID then!”
The person was dressed in a bright blue dress, I just pulled out my card and held it up.

Somewhere between that movement and me giving the last details regarding the address, the blue dress grabbed my ID card and ran. I looked after her in a moment of confusion before noticing the young girl running away too.

Almost yelling into the phone that they should forget about the ambulance, I began running after the blue dress.

You see – if someone managed to get that thing on the black market, that card was going to make hell for us... the Con Men.