The capture of BPA finest, Superintendant Hone. Now in Chains! Again...

[Marcus]

Casey slipped the card back into the Gaolor's pocket fighting the unnatural impulse, she was was more used to keeping things she found in people's pockets then putting them back, but she needed the mans ID code to gain access. She spared a moment's glace at the arena and wasn't surprised to see Hone had fallen for arena rookie trap, know locally as 'The Flying Pig', and he was now turning bravely and valiantly to face of the horde of attackers in defense of the defenseless.

"Idiot." She muttered "Look behind you..."

The Mollys only entertained two types of people in their sporting events, those who can fight and those that can entertain, and like most policemen Hone was rising towards to latter to the glee of the crowd. The pair of 'boys' that Hone had just turned his back on had stopped their performance, one with a pipe was moving up behind Hone for a finishing move while the other was waving his hands in the air for the approval of the crowd.
Sighing in exasperation she moved quickly to a open vantage point behind most of the crowd, taking care to swipe bottle from a drunken Molly sleeping it off in his seat, she turn and, with proficiency of an experienced bar fighter, tossed the bottle over the crowd directly towards Hone's unexpected attacker.

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