>>3356You're left waiting alone for a good fifteen minutes. The room is cold. You can't really move your arms and legs and begin to get pretty uncomfortable. Your back starts to itch.
As you grit your teeth and wait, the door slides upward, and 3 figures walk in. The first is a lady wearing a long grey trench coat. The second seems to be an official from the station, with striking black hair. His blue eyes bore into you like drills. The last person is an old man in a lab coat, his receding hairline exposing a head spattered with liver spots. As far as biotechnology has advanced, some people just get too old.
The officer approaches. You see the word "Wilson" inscribed on his chest. Maybe that's his name?
"Matthew Rand. Artist. D-class. Lives in an apartment with his girlfriend, Jenna Garland. Recently mugged, and a walkaway from last night's act of urban terrorism."
You stare back, meeting his eyes indignantly.
"Officer, I just wanted to get home and let my girlfriend know I was alright. I mean you know trouble."
"Leaving the scene of a related investigation while there are officers on duty is a federal offense. Are you aware of this, Matthew Rand? However, you also chose to come back. That in itself piques my interest."
"Look, let's cut to the chase," you reply. "On my way to the station after being held up, a man with a package ran into me. He was headed in the same direction. No, I didn't come into contact with his skin, and I already washed myself off, there won't be any DNA samples, alright?"
"There's only one way to get a look at the culprit. We're going to need to do a brain scan."
"Whoah whoah whoah! That's invasive stuff! I don't need anyone poking around in my head. What are you going to do, accuse me of thought crime?"
The man in the lab coat steps forward. "I"ll take it from here, you two. I'd like to speak to this young chap in private."
The woman and Wilson share a look, and she then speaks up. "Have it your way, Wagner. This better be good, otherwise I'll have half a mind to write you up."
Wilson gives you one last glare as he steps out. What's with officials anyway?
"I apologize for officer Wilson. He's a little on the arrogant side of things. Here, let me help you with those." Doctor Wagner keys in the code for your cuffs, allowing you to finally stretch your limbs, and scratch that itch.
"I see you're in quite a predicament here, Mr. Rand. Not only do you have last night's scene abandonment charge, but I did a little bit of snooping into your affairs. Did you think we wouldn't notice your alias?"
"Why does that matter? I'm no longer a smuggler. I'm clean. I'm just an artist trying to make ends meet."
Wagner raises an eyebrow. "You settling down was exactly what we needed to pin you down, Mr. Rand. However, I'm willing to forget your past. We're doing the brain scan, don't even pretend that you have a choice in the matter. You used to be quite notorious, but I'm willing to leave those memories alone if you'll do one thing for us. Help us find this bomber. It's a chance at a clean slate, Mr. Rand."
"I want some time to think. I have a life. Are you asking me to leave that behind?"
"I'm just saying, what I choose to reveal to officer Wilson is under my discretion, but under a scanner, everything is exposed. It's your choice, Rand. You've got a day."
There are actually a lot of ways this story can go, guys. Remember, the more vague you are, the more liberties I'm gonna take ;)
Do you say yes? Do you get out of town? Finish your errands? Please recommend an action, it's all up to you.