There were multiple ways to go about the current predicament: the first, and probably highest on the priority list, is to arrest the suspect at hand. She seemed to admit some level of guilt, after all. The second and equally logical is to let her go for now and assist his comrades. This, of course, was brought on my her rationalization on the situation, too. Rational people are as dangerous as the insane, howeverâ€¦ and, with that, his decision was made. Before he could take action, however, another person stepped into the room. Her directive took him by surprise, which would only lead to more questions than answers when he realized, as a barrel pointed towards him, it was a set up.<br/><br/>The strangerâ€™s question confused him for a moment. Why, at this point, would they like to know his name, and what he knew of the system? It didn't matter, of course. He had his life to focus on. He knew, if given the chance, his armor and headgear could survive shots from their weapons, and that his strength and speed alone could allow him to open fire with his own rifle and suspend them both on deathâ€™s door. Consideration is all that he needed, and a conceptual dance of will.<br/><br/>â€œIron is the name,â€ he mused. â€œI probably know more about this system than any current soldier at any post in any of the districts, as I've been around before any of them were born.â€ He couldn't help the honesty in that. â€œAs for the law, what does it matter? You seem to be on the other side of it.â€