10-23-2015, 02:40 AM
The cops ignore your whimpers except to glower at you from the front seat. Eventually you just stare out the window and wait what seemed to be an agonizingly long time to arrive at the station. The car suddenly stops and the back door opens. You're suddenly whisked out of the car, a large hat secured on your head, presumably to protect your identity for being a minor, and then almost dragged inside the precinct. The cops then take you to a private room and push you down into a uncomfortable wooden chair. Suddenly the hat is pulled off your head, temporarily blinding you and when you look up you see a rather severe looking woman.
"So, you're a mutant," she says with a hint of disgust. While taking a seat at the metal desk you're sitting beside, she continues, "I'm Lieutenant Bailey. Before we finger print you and such, I have a few questions to ask. Lets start with your name. Who are you?"
"So, you're a mutant," she says with a hint of disgust. While taking a seat at the metal desk you're sitting beside, she continues, "I'm Lieutenant Bailey. Before we finger print you and such, I have a few questions to ask. Lets start with your name. Who are you?"
