Jailbreak

[AlphaWolf215]

Kings fighter craft landed in the hangar bay of Shasta. King immediately climbed out the cockpit of the LSF guardian. As he jumped down to the floor, he watched two, rather burly, men, or what he thinks are men, start walking towards him. He instantly grabs his badge, muttering

King: Not often I get to use this damned thing...

he holds the badge up at them, slightly moving his coat to reveal the gun holstered at his side

King: My name is Michael King, Liberty Security Force Agent. I have reason to believe that a wanted criminal of liberty is "hiding" here, on Shasta. I'm here to, ah, "take him home". He has killed numerous people, including assaulting Libertonian Officers of police and Naval branches. He is going back to a prison, with me, and staying there. Now if you don't mind *he begins to walk forwards as a guard grabs him*

Guard: I don't think so King *she smiles mischievously at him* This is Baffin, TAZ space. Not to mention he's not even here so a search would prove pointless...

King: *he raises an eyebrow at her, then looking over her shoulder at the Falcon sitting on the deck* Not here huh? Care to explain why my Falcon, that he stole might I add, is sitting on the deck just behind you?

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, awaiting the proof.

Damn. She'd caught him this time. He hadn't bothered to bring the keys... But the AI would still respond to voice control...

King: Falcon! Activate alarm systems

The alarms blare from the ship immediately. There's no doubting it's his now...

Guard: Very well Agent King, *she smiles at him again* It seems it is your ship. If you would follow me please...

He indicates for her to take the lead, following close behind.
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They reach a small room, clearly an interrogation room for those who have wronged the Zoners. It seems to have been furnished for guests. The Woman leaves a transmitter on the table, explaining that Doc is the one to contact. She indicates the chair with its back to the door, but King ignores her completely, going to the chair facing the door. He'd sat in enough to know that he didn't want to be the one craning his neck if someone tried to enter. The loss of power in that second always left a disadvantage. As he sat down the woman left, and he muttered

King: even now, looking for the advantage. Although this is Docs turf. I'm gonna need all the "advantage" I can get.

He picked up the communicator, awaiting the connection to establish before begging talking. Not once did the female guard seem strange till now. She certainly hasn't walked toward him, had she? Yet she knew his name when the, yes he was sure of it, two MALE guards arrived. It was a long day. Hopefully that's the only problem it was...

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