Scene Written: 3 March 1453
"Sir."
He was a uniformed person; and that made Pierre Marc nervous. This was, in fact, an Officer of the Canticulan Union Order, an agency known to conduct aggressive search and investigation tactics.
"Sir," began the Officer again. "I need you to step off and come over here. We need to talk."
Obediently and nonchalantly, Pierre Marc stepped off the cable train so that he was face-to-face with the Officer.
"You've been flagged for a couple days now," continued the Officer. "We got notification of a stagmarcation fraud suspect having fled the Republic of Retun a couple of years ago, and you match the description almost to a T. I got a warrant to do a fingerprint tap on you. It will only take a few moments. If you're not him then I'll let you go."
"I assure you," began Pierre. "I'm not that person for whom you think."
"I understand," said the Officer, now having produced a small disk with a black rim and white interior. "But if this fingerprint tap says what you say, then I'll let you go, understand?"
"I do not consent to a fingerprint tap." Pierre began to take a step back.
"You're under orders to submit to one-"
"I know my rights! You have no right to submit me to this without a court appearance beforehand."
"That's waived in this case as you are a perceived danger!"
"On what grounds?"
The Officer activated the radio on his shoulder. "Code 4-1-0." Returning his attention back to Pierre, he said, "You are not free to go. You are under investigation. And you are under orders to submit to the fingerprint tap, whether you consent or not. If it turns out we violated your rights, we can settle that in court later. Now put your right thumb on this fingerplate."
"No. I have a right to refuse." Pierre began to back away along the platform.
Two more Officers joined the first. The taller of the two spoke. "Put your finger on the tapping plate now! Or we will arrest you!"
"You do not have a right to do that! I was not notified beforehand-"
"Now! Let's go!"
The first Officer whipped out handcuffs. "Alright. You're under arrest-"
A loud bang shook the vast Boarding Atrium as Pierre took off running. The three Officers were stunned at first but then took off after him.
His voice strained from running and between breaths, the first Officer called into his radio. "We got him running toward the East Entrance. High speed. Armed and dangerous. Making his way out now! Let's go! Get units outside!"
Another boom, and windows on the Eastern face shattered. Pierre jumped through and dodged the many Officers gathered to catch him. He rolled down the grassy hill before taking off running up the parking lot, thinking of where to go next.
But then he fell down. A spellfire-enhanced catching-rope caught him at the ankles, binding them together, and then wrapping up to bind his arms. The only thing he could do was lay there and wait for the Officers to gather upon him.
He knew it was over now, for his name was not actually Pierre Marc. He was, indeed, the notorious Brandon Bell from the Republic. He had been on the run for two years since the incident in Maryk. But now he was caught.
And soon the trial would come.