Once he had his answer, Vreta had no desire to wait around any longer at the market. Once the Rothian commander had finished speaking to the Human officer, Vreta spoke to him again through his comm unit. [i]“That is the answer I needed. There is a government agent nearby, a Human woman. If she did not kill those two, then I have strong evidence she is associated with the people who attacked me. I’m giving you a copy of my entire recording of the incident, but we need to move quickly. We have enough evidence to arrest her under suspicion of her role in trying to murder me, as well as a potential association with a terrorist group. I doubt the charges will stick, but even if they don’t, it can still work to our favor.”

The commander nodded along as Vreta spoke, then guided him into the back of the dropship they had arrived in. “Are you sure about this?” He asked Vreta. “Arresting a government agent could cause a mess of trouble.”

“Yes, but I don’t think we have to worry about that. It’s just an arrest. And we definitely shouldn’t put up a fight if they want her released. Whether or not the charges stick, even the Humans will have to admit that we had more than enough evidence to arrest her on [i]suspicion[/i]. She’ll likely know that too, so she’ll probably come quietly.” Vreta reasoned. 

Again, the commander nodded. “Understood. Should I recall my team?”

Vreta shook his head. “No, we need to hurry. I doubt we’ll need more than you and your droids. Besides, it would be best for us to have our own records of the crime scene, as well. Speaking of, we need to make sure we have people investigating my attackers as well.”

“We already have a dropship there as we speak.” The commander answered. 

“Good. I didn’t kill all of them, so at least [i]some[/i] of them might live for questioning if they get medical attention.”

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As the Rothian dropship flew in towards Freyr’s apartment building, one of its many cameras spotted the crowd of police gathered out front. Zooming in on them from a distance, it only took a moment for the dropship’s facial recognition software to identify the very agent Vreta was seeking. As she started to move towards a nearby vehicle, the Rothian peacekeeper acted quickly. The dropship swept in low and stopped with seemingly impossible precision and speed between the agent and her escape. For an outside observer, the rapid deceleration looked like it would be enough to kill anyone inside, yet those within did not feel a thing. 

Out the back of the dropship, Vreta was the first to step out, followed close behind by the Rothian commander and three Rothian droids. Each of the machines were built in the shape and size of an augmented Rothian soldier, and their plating was sleek, smooth, and white in color. They did carry weapons, though they were the same non-lethal rifles as the commander wielded. 

All of Vreta’s injuries still showed plainly on his body, from his exposed skull and ribs, to the hole through his gut and the many other lacerations he had received. Yet, the way he walked made it seem like he was unaware of any of them. He also wore a belt he did not have before, which seemed to have a small, circular device on the front. “Hello there.” Vreta said in a calm, even tone. “Why don’t you just stop there for a moment, ‘agent’? We need to talk.”