<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Fredrick Hagerstrom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Freud's Slip > Police Station Foyer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shéya, Dani, Gildai, Bella, Maxi,  Marcus and Bianka.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Fredrik examined the knife, as he listened to the heavy thud of of a boy being slammed into the hard pack dirt of the street. A smile crossed his lips, which was reflected in the steel, when Bianka called for duct tape. The poor fool. Still, the blade he was holding was rather plain, the edge nicked and scratched. Not the weapon then, a tool. He didn’t know the man he had knocked out but from the wear on the knife and his dirty clothing, the drunk was no doubt some miner he had never had reason to know before. His shoulders shrugged, as he tucked the blade into his belt and turned, to get a better look at the second man, along with reaching for the  handcuffs he did carry.<br/><br/>However, it would seem that Marcus already had a solution and already at the other man on his feet. The second drunk, he did know. In fact, the Chief knew Kenneth E. Waples, very well and had arrested him several times, on various charges, although none of them serious enough to send him on a train to Sane. Mostly just nights spent in the drunk tank, although he had let someone else punch him, once, as a punishment. Some people just never seemed to learn though and they tended to end up dead, in places like this.<br/><br/>“Ah Ken” said Fredrik, his voice almost friendly, “What did I tell you last time? You have to lose at least a couple of hands, now and then, or people pick up on your cheating. Winning every hand, the entire game, is a good way to get your ass kicked and look where you are now, back in my care. One of these days, you're gonna cheat the wrong man and he’s gonna just shoot you.”<br/><br/>As Kenneth mumbled something incoherently, still dazed from his personal time with Bianka, the Chief turned and picked up the first man, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack. Adjusting the dead weight, so that the he could carry the man with ease, he turned again and looked over the assembled party of morphs and one human, with a grin on his face. This had only been a small taste of what this world had to offer.<br/><br/>“Oh” said Hagerstrom, “Its just not the new blood, this place likes to test. She’s kinda a bitch and wants everyone to fail, so she throws in pop quizzes now and then, even for old hands like me. I’ll show you some of my...passing marks, some time but we’re about to start cooking, so everyone follow me.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t that much further to the police station, although they did pass by at least a dozen more bars and brothels. However, the only ones left outside now, were the holograms of the girls inside the bordellos, the images of light dancing slowly or coyly leaning against the doors, beckoning with small curls of their incorporeal fingers. None of the images talked, the owners of the brothels most likely too cheap to spring for more advanced models but they didn’t need to. The girls they had used to created their advertisements, could sell their services, without one word.<br/><br/>Where most of the buildings, seemed to be nearly wall to wall, there was rather a large gap around the police station. The large, square building, of dull native stone, stood alone, the walls seeming to dare anyone to approach. Of course, there was good reason for this. With the gap, it meant that no one could get up on a roof and fire down on the station, at least not without being exposed to return fire and anyone attempting a jailbreak or other attack, would have to run through open ground. With the cameras and sensors on the roof, no one would be sneaking up on the station either.<br/><br/>The door to the foyer opened automatically, as Fredrik lead the way inside. The hologram behind the desk, being one of the better models, recognised the Chief and turned itself off, having no reports to make. Now, some of the party might just be wondering, why a building which looked like a fortress, had such a easy front door. Well, the public needed to get inside and to the trained eye, the doors inside the foyer, were much more impressive. Not only did they have locks, which needed a fingerprint ids but they were heavily armored. You would need real firepower to get passed those doors. In fact, it might be easier to go through the walls.<br/><br/>“Okay” said the Chief, setting his burden down, “Bella, would you see to this guy’s nose? We’ll bill him for your tender care when he wakes up and lets get the rest of you into the system. Marcus, your first and when your done, take Ken over to the cells.”<br/><br/>He had picked the only other human in the group, to get entered into the system first, mostly because Fredrik knew that a human wouldn’t give the id system any trouble, freeing someone up to take care of the prisoner. The process was simple, one just had to put their hand on the scanner on the desk, get scanned, while the Chief put in a few details to create a profile. The rest could be filled in later on but the basics would get the door locks to open for them. Marcus was finished in less than a minute. Luckily, the tech they were using in the police station had been made well after the fact, that Genomorphs could be made and the system was able to handle finger pads and fur.<br/><br/>After each new law dog was scanned, Hagerstrom directed them through the barrack door, so that everyone could settle in, after tell them his bunk was the one closest to the little kitchen.