Septus - An Anarcho-Socialist Topper

As the agents of the world security council approached his door, the security systems Septus had installed alerted him to their presence, a video feed of his lawn popping onto one of the many monitors in his room, as an alarm sounded.

“INTRUDERS HAVE BREACHED THE PERIMETER! INTRUDERS HAVE BREACHED THE PERIMETER!” A synthetic voice wailed over speakers before Septus hit the button to turn it off.

“Shit, how did they find me?” He wondered to himself, as he looked around his house.

The windows were all boarded up, guns and IEDs littered the floor and tables, the carpet was covered with countless tangled wires leading up to a large computer he’d constructed out of parts recovered from the trash discarded by higher ranked neighborhoods. Rankless orphans born from a 12 couldn’t afford to get anything new. Even if they could they’d never make it through the queue.

He didn’t know what had given him away, but there was nothing to do now except make sure he wouldn’t live long enough to see the inside of a free use prison cell.

He grabbed an M16 from the nearby table, and quickly loaded it as he headed for the door.

He crouched off to one side, knowing that they would likely shoot through the door before bashing it in. His gun was ready and his finger was on the trigger, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of them, but hopefully he’d at least be able to kill a few of the pigs before they did him in.

But to his surprise the shots never came, instead a light knock sounded from the door, a shave and a haircut, and then a feminine voice sounded through the door.

“Hello, Mr. Septus,” she said “We are representatives from the World Ranking Organization, do you have a few minutes to talk?”

Septus looked at the partially constructed bombs that littered the room, and then replied “Uh… no”

The voice on the other side paused, not expecting that answer.

“Very well then, as you wish. We are here to inform you that your test results came in, and to deliver your complementary gifts. Congratulations Mr. Septus, you’re a topper.”