<strong>On the streets of New Paris = the "bar" district</strong><br/><br/>Amid what felt like mass pandemonium to the Feds, they began rounding up everyone who "appears to be suspicious" -- a more daunting task in some parts of town than in others.  Near the spacer bars and dives, pretty much everyone looked suspicious - either because most people who led that sort of life and visited those sorts of placed were just inherently suspicious looking, or because they stood out as suspicious for not looking like everybody else.<br/><br/>Like marriage to the wrong woman, it was a<em>damned if you do, damned if you don't</em>scenario.<br/><br/>The thing that made the Feds' job easier (if less effective) was that most of the ships were gone, and most of the people present were locals who had a ready place to seek shelter ... naturally, those who didn't know of a place to duck into and hide were the ones most likely to be rounded up for questioning.  As one young officer accompanied by two men in riot gear approached a group of a half dozen suspicious characters (Anna, Kay, Mort, and three other former patrons of Flanagan's), it was evident they were about to be told to produce some Identification, if not taken "downtown for questioning".  A mere thirty feet away was a convenient alley, dark and forboding, an alley with which none of them were familiar.  Another alternative was to simply run in the other direction, which would give the Feds a clear field of fire.  Funny how that works when the streets are unusually quiet and empty.  Or, of course, they could simply comply with the officer's instructions.<br/><br/>One young man whispered "oh shit" as the feds suddenly appeared from behind  a parked vehicle. "whadowedojacob?"  "just stay calm and ..." and at that moment the one asking the question made a dash for the alley - followed by the one apparently named Jacob and the one who hadn't spoken.  The two Feds in riot gear gave chase while the one in the officer's uniform looked unsure of himself and appeared to not know what to do, then continued his approach toward the group that didn't run.<br/><br/>==<br/><br/><strong>In the shipyard</strong><br/><br/>As Sebastien and Ky stood beside the ship engaged in contract negotiations, three vehicles approached at a fairly rapid speed.   Speeding past the duo, they could see each vehicle was loaded with uniformed Federal troops.  After the third vehicle passed, it suddenly came to a stop, then began backing toward them.<br/>