<b>Spook</b><br/><br/>"Alright..." The technician muttered, not finding the name flattering. He moved his fingers across the slate he was holding, make keystrokes in the AR display that was tethered to it. "Ms. Spook, if I may have your attention."<br/><br/>The Woman with the gun stared at Spook, Spook's own face reflecting back at her on the visor.<br/><br/>"Ms. Spook. You are being detained by WatchTower Securities, a contracted subsidiary to APTS Cybergenics, on a 24 hour hold. As you are unemployed and have no insurance on record, your belongings have been confiscated to ensure the safety of WatchTower personnel. In a moment an engineer will enter this room and remove the custom fitted blade in your..." he glanced at the slate, "left leg."<br/><br/>"Ms. Spook, please bear in mind that without employment or insurance, if you at any point endanger any WatchTower personnel we maintain the right to terminate you in accordance with APTS Cybergenics policy." He held the slate behind his back as he stared at Spook and spoke quickly and clearly. "During the holding period you will be allowed to contact any individual to come and claim you. Claiming any detained individual will, of course, require a nominal fee be payed. Should you go unclaimed, then at the end of the 24 hour period, you will be removed from company property. As you are being held for opening fire with a deadly weapon in public, APTS kindly asks that you not return to company property again. Should you decline this request, then for the potential safety of APTS Cybergenic's employees, WatchTower is authorized to terminate you."<br/><br/>"Do you have any questions at this time?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>