100 in 100!

[kaige68.livejournal.com]

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Authorise

Comments

[agdhani.livejournal.com]

Ernest did not bother to slide the great door of the empty warehouse closed, despite Vance’s pained expression that told him there was nothing of interest in this place. At least, nothing of interest any longer. What had been here, men and women chained together, bound and gagged, some drugged to keep them compliant when fear proved not to be enough, had been taken out of this place long enough ago that the only thing that remained was the lingering stench of fear-sweat and waste. Not Normals. Anthro. Traces of transport wagons, muddy shoes, and dispassionate voices that made reference to the sale of humanity for their blood.
“We gonna need to search every bit of empty realty to root this out?” Ernest grunted in disgust. Any doubts remaining about the connection of Brac and juice to the hunting of anthro…all tying back to HOPE…grew thinner every day. “She wasn’t here?”
“She’s been here,” Vance assured him with one hand running down the doorframe as the Protectors brought with them either took position in nearby buildings to watch the door for anyone’s return or else were dismissed empty-handed. He did not feel her here, see her here, but she had connection to this place, ownership, perhaps or some right to authorize its use. “Trace the owner…”
“We don’t have access to…”
“The Laedans do. You want me to…?”
Ernest grunted. “You want an excuse to see her.”
“Didn’t say that,” Vance objected.
“Didn’t have to…but I need you out here. We got two more to go. I’ll send someone to collect what we need, whatever records they’ve got…but you’re coming with me.”
The flare of annoyance in his chest supported Ernest’s claim, despite Vance’s protest. Muttering to himself about yet another addiction to break, he followed the chief back to the Protectorate to make a report of his finding and provide any additional faces he could fish out of the miasma of perceptions he had gleaned here.