“This is unbelievable!” The agent scoffed as the imposing Rothian peacekeeper administered the charges, shaking her head in derision. “You must know these frankly insulting charges won’t stick, right? I [i]physically[/i] extracted a VIP from a dangerous situation, whoever the target was. I’m really sorry they attacked you, I am, but holding me hostage won’t track down the people who did this.”

One of the police officers co-ordinating the perimeter around Freyr’s apartment building jogged over at this point, perhaps drawn by the raised voices. “Everything ok, ma’am?” He asked, eying up the monolithic alien forms. “Yes, everything is fine, thank you.” Five Nine Five turned and smiled at the officer, disarming him. “Please return to your post, and remember, let no one in or out. There could still be Skinners nearby.” The officer nodded, eager to get his own back against the terrorists.

Five Nine Five turned back to face Vreta’s disfigured form. “What do you say? Shall we work together? Catch whoever did this to you.”