Mecohn avoided eye contact with the criminals and with Alastor as he tossed the vibroblade to the side and stowed away his lightsaber.<br/><br/>"We do our civic duty and place these two into the hands of the Coruscant Security Force for questioning. What else would we do?" he coolly relayed his response as if he were remembering the answer from a textbook. The two assassins immediately relaxed at the thought of a prison stay over an execution.<br/><br/>Just as he had reached the proper authorities, the first Mandalorian to be captured made a noise in disbelief "oh, shit! No way" he said before chuckling in disbelief. He knocked his shoulder into the sniper and nodded his head toward Mecohn "Ain't that a spittin' image?" he said incredulously "He looks just like 'M. Hunt' don't he?" the sniper confirmed but wasn't much for conversation at the moment. The other took let out a wheezing laugh at his partner's quietness "Oh, I get it, Yeah. I'd be scared shitless too if I almost shot him," he leaned to look past Alastor and address the padawan directly.<br/><br/>"You gonna make sure we go to jail right, no mention of this yeah?"<br/><br/>Mecohn put his comm away, not even bothering to speak to the receptionist droid on the line. He looked directly at the man, his eyes locked on him. The shaky confidence the man had built up, melted from his features at the padawan's gaze. A low rumble was emanating from the boy's chest as his features slowly morphed from cold daggers to a burning rage. His mind screamed at him to demand answers but he refused to let himself be weak-willed. He turned away and retrieved his holocom once more.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'm sure the interrogation officers will treat you right," and with that, he walked away to make the call.<br/>___________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>There were security officers on the premises and so the pickup didn't take much time. Mecohn wanted to go back to the temple so badly, to just train and meditate and... forget, but he wasn't going to have that pleasure. Not for a while at least. His mind wandered to Master Iyo. Her message. The way everything had happened today. The attack within moments of Amidala's arrival. The red-bladed force user's methods. The Mandalorians. The name.<span style="font-style: italic">Could this be some trial?</span>He sighed and stood away from the wall to speak with Alastor.<br/><br/>"I spoke with Detective Obrim and he says he'd like our assistance in the interrogation and to contact him when we're ready." Mecohn looked up at the man expectantly "I wasn't sure if we should head there immediately or if you thought a different course of action would be better." he knocked the toe of his boot into the ground to slip the shoe back on correctly. He'd only noticed now that they were a bit too large.