Approaching the Firing Line

[Blackout]

*I lean against the wall and try to make my head stop spinning before he yanks me up by my shirt.* Hey watch it, this is my best shirt.
Look at you, a filthy rebel bitch who turns towards the path of death and fights against an attempt to help. You're malnourished, exhausted, and on the brink of insanity. You call these filthy rags you wear your best clothes, you think that living on the run is the good life, and exchanging the safety and happiness of the city for trying to survive in a radioactive desert is freedom. Who is there right mind would want to live a life like that!
*I glare at him.* I would, because I'm exactly who I want to be living like that, and if that means having to live tired, starving, and on the run, then so be it, because I'm free living like that, and I will never stop fighting for that life! *I quickly jerk my knee up into his groin and grin before the other dracs mob me.* Sometimes you dracs just make it too easy.

[Blackout]

Why you little-! *He collapses to the ground clutching his family jewels.*
You're funny with a higher voice. *I'm slammed back into the wall and then my legs stop working as a tazer is jabbed into my side. I collapse to the floor twitching slightly.*
*He stands back up, furious.* Taze her again.
Sir that could possibly damage h-
I dont care! *He grabs the tazer and jabs it into her again, sneering at her cry of pain.*
*My vision goes white and I don't even try to fight it as i go unconscious.*
*He smirks at her and shoves the tazer back into the drac's hand.* Lets get her to Wilson, the sooner he's done with her, then hopefully the sooner we'll be allowed to kill her.

[Blackout]

*two dracs pick up the girl and half carry, half drag her the rest of the way to Wilson's office before he knocks on the door* mr. Wilson?

((copied on Wilson's Office))

[Blackout]

((transferred from Wilson's Office))
*the dracs drag me down to the lower level B6. I would've protested but didn't because I was still weak from getting shocked and didn't want them to make me walk. Once thre my leg restraints are removed and I'm shoved into the room. I eye the one way mirror and I can just barely see the dracs on the other side, so I amuse myself by flipping them off with my cuffed hands while I wait for Wilson*

[Alexander Ludovico]

(Transferring from 'Wilson's Office' pg 3, still writing for Wilson with permission)

*I step out of the elevators into a plain hallway. The grey carpet is thin enough that it might as well be bare concrete, and a guard walks me to the correct room and hands me the relevant file. I flip through it as the man unlocks the door and then closes it behind me, and look up at the killjoy sitting on the other side of the plain metal table* Callsign Blackout, correct? I understand you gave your escorts a difficult time.

[Blackout]

*i smirk at Wilson while at the same time glaring at him from behind my mask* correct, and of course I gave them a hard time, would you have expected a killjoy like me not to? *i prop my feet up on the table*

[Alexander Ludovico]

It only makes it harder on yourself, as you've also found out. *I nod coolly towards her visible injuries.* Callsign Blackout, given name unknown, family either deceased or missing. Various run-ins with the law, charges ranging from petty vandalism to first degree murder. Known killjoy, with affiliations with other killjoys as well. Plenty of security footage and witness accounts. Do you have any good reason as to why I shouldn't have you executed on the spot?

[Blackout]

Hey, I don't go down without putting up one hell of a fight. And I'm surprised you haven't seen my BLI record. For a time I was a crow in training as well as an accomplished scientist credited with advancements on finding a cure for the infamous Zone Sickness. *i look at him calmly with golden eyes* you'd be an idiot if you were to execute me, besides I'm sure my file also tells how I'm especially good at getting out of situations like that

[Alexander Ludovico]

*Sure enough, three pages into the folder's papers I see a list of dates regarding her employment. I skim the list, then look up again. Those eyes are odd. Possibly related to radiation poisoning out in the Zones.*

A career with Better Living, no matter how productive, loses its value when you spend the next years of your life as a criminal. I wouldn't be impressed even if you'd cured the sickness altogether. And as to your getting out of situations like that, I think you'll find you flatter yourself unduly. It's more a matter of management than your own ingenuity. Even that garish mask of yours couldn't block a blast if I shot you right now.

*I put a hand on my holster, but don't draw my gun. I'm not intending on killing her, anyway; she's not crippled and likely has latent drug dependencies from her time in the city. Rehabilitation should be relatively simple.*

Speaking of escapes, let's talk about your escapades of a few days ago. *I flip to the incident report* I won't pretend I care about hearing your side of the story, but for posterity's sake, it should be verbalized.

[Blackout]

It was simple really, when the doctor transferred me to my companion's room, it was the simplest thing to pic a gun off of an employee and once my friend and I were reunited, we took the doc hostage and used his ID to bypass security codes, sneak into the garage, steal a car, and voila, we were free to run another day. *while I'm talking I keep trying to slowly and painfully slide my hand out of the cuffs*

[Alexander Ludovico]

Yes, the unauthorized transfer. Did you have prior communication with Dr. Fox? *So far there's nothing to add to the incident report. The cameras recording the interview are automatically copying the feed to the records vault, so there's no point in my making notes.*

[Blackout]

Nope, never saw the man before in my life. *i glared at him and my eyes flash again* though I have had "communication" with his sister before you turned her into some sort of assassin robot that tried to kill me! *i try to bite my tongue without him noticing as the metal cuts my wrist as I try to pull it out*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I don't comment on her reference to APC-5. Her killjoy history is well known and she's an effective employee; I don't care how many of her old friends are still running around the Zones with a grudge.* Where did the three of you go, once you left the city?

*The cover sheet of the incident report lists the coordinates of the pickup site - an old superstore, apparently. Another unit has presumably already been dispatched to collect any killjoys that were stupid enough to stay there, though I'm not overseeing it so I don't know any details. I do, however, want to know if they stopped anywhere else after escaping.*

Oh, and you can continue trying to get out of those cuffs, but be aware, if you succeed and cause a stir I'll just have you put into full body restraints. They're much less comfortable.

[Blackout]

Oh I will succeed, it was just a matter of whether i could do it without you noticing and whether or not you'd shoot me if i got out of them *i yank my one hand out the rest of the way, barely flinching at the cuts it made and tossed the handcuffs on to the table but make no move to get up* as for where we went, we just tried to get as far away as we could from this prison you call a city

[Alexander Ludovico]

You've been disarmed and are hardly a threat regardless. I have no need to shoot you unless you give me cause. *I don't question her assertion that they had no intermediate destination. They were far enough away from the city that they wouldn't have had time to stop for any length.* What were the callsigns and civilian names of the killjoys you interacted with after leaving?