2.11 - Blockbuster Night pt ii
With Creed making his grand entrance I don’t fight back anymore. Others still try to wrestle free from the hands of officers, some take the opportunity for greener pastures. For the police, it’s all business as usual. I’m not sure if they think they’re getting backup or they’re immune from Creed sending his men after them. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen him do it, I was a part of it once. We raided a black site run by a group of rogue Aket police officers. When they realized it was us kicking in their faces, they got even more upset, I imagine the same thing is about to happen as the ship touches down.
I’m lifted to my feet by my elbows. They’ve cuffed my hands together using zipties, as if I couldn’t just break free the thin plastic by twisting far enough. Together we watch as the shuttle lands and the boarding ramp reaches down to the ground before the door opens.
“What’s going on,” one of the cops asks.
“I don’t know, but I’m excited. Are you excited,” another asks.
“You think that’s one of the new armor-plated shuttles Invictus got?”
“It’s nice. I wonder if we can get one.”
I already knew that the best and the brightest didn’t go on to become cops, but the two that got me might just be the worst and the dimmest. I’m actually feeling bad for them. They don't know what's coming and they're just expecting backup from a Invictus even as soldiers begin to exit in full uniform. There's some loud posturing between a man I believe to be the police captain and a woman in a military uniform. I can't make out what they're saying but it doesn't seem to be going well for the police captain. A man who looks to be a platoon sergeant is going to every person detained by police and checking their image against something on his wrist comp and having discussions with them.
Eventually he makes his way to me, and I can see it's a file full of images. A few I recognize as employees from the casino. Each of them is marked with a red square. Finally, he reaches my image, I've got a blue box around mine. That causes him to smile for a moment.
"Efrem Gray, you're coming with us," he seems very polite as he cuts my wrists free.
"He's not going anywhere," the police captain starts to argue. "That man put his hands on multiple officers. If he's going anywhere, it's my jail," he pauses for a moment and as the woman prepares to respond he starts talking again. "I don't care who wants him you can't just go around body slamming my officers, any officers, without repercussions. We are the first line of defense to keep society running." Again, he pauses before allowing anyone to speak, "get him in the cruiser right now. Send him to the station and you book him. Book him good, the old way."
An officer grabs at my arm and attempts to yank me away from the scene, but I snatch my arm away and refuse to move. He reaches for the baton which causes me to go into fight mode. The platoon sergeant steps between the two of us, staring down the officer while keeping his back to me.
"Perhaps he wouldn't have attacked your officers if they hadn't been so overjoyed to attack innocent civilians in a botched raid attempt," the statement sounds more like a question from the woman. Every time she speaks her voice is full of sarcasm as if she's trying to tell the chief how stupid he is.
The two argue back and forth as more of the crowd gathers to get in on the action. The chief knows he doesn't have any real power here but insists on taking me to the station to be booked. In the end, too many people have gathered and it's decided I'm going to jail tonight, but I'm assured that they'll be there to get me soon, hell or high water.
The crowd boos as a cop puts a pair of handcuffs on me. They're tight, they're trying to intentionally hurt me which gets more negative feedback from the crowd. The platoon sergeant makes them loosen the cuffs and assures me they'll be there soon. He sounds reassuring, but after dealing with Creed so long I don't trust it. I wouldn’t doubt he orchestrated this entire thing. He’s probably on the ship watching it all go down and giving orders through an earpiece.
One of the officers tries to slam my head on the door frame while putting me in the car but I'm too strong for it. He slams the door in anger, but he just looks comedic to the onlookers. Several try to step in the way as we try to leave causing police officers to push them away. I wonder how long Creed will leave me in jail.
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