Veteran Morland wasn't gone long, returning with a cup of water, and a long text file scrolling along the holographic display at his wrist. He sat back at his desk, looking up at the group.<br/><br/>"The Justice just arrived," he said, "he's waiting in interview room two."<br/><br/>The Justice was waiting, sitting on one side of the long interview table, with a holographic display at its center. From the short ends of the table the display was invisible, too thin to see, but sitting on one of the longer sides, where the display faced, or the other, it was as long as the table and clear as day. The Justice was a tall man, graying but with a strong figure. He'd been with the police in his youth, and it had made him a rather hard, and somewhat cynical public servant. He, like the other Justices tended to use the service elevators. It was a benefit to everyone if ordinary foot traffic wasn't impeded by the police or the Justices as they moved about the city. Of course, the elevator which accessed the secure area of the police headquarters was not used by anyone else.<br/><br/>His name-tag read, "Carlisle (J)" and his black clothing clearly set him apart from ordinary citizens. Of course, it was his right forearm which really differentiated him. The link, rested there, his right sleeve cut and trimmed with straps to display only the face of it. Underneath it was wrapped around his forearm like a mechanical parasite, its arms resting like a cage over his forearm, and its interior connections fused straight to the Justice's bone. The face that did show was much like any other device, a plain glass-like face that projected holographic imagery above his arm whenever it needed to. It also had a odd sort of mounted sphere, small, that rested in a socket at the very front of the device. It was blue in color, with a brighter blue iris-like lens. The camera-like structure seemed to swivel on its own, examining people, objects, the Judge, with its passive blue gaze.<br/><br/>The link made a Justice, a Justice, so there was no way to impersonate one, not without having a false link on one's arm, and that was easy enough to detect, even if one were to go the extra mile and fuse their fakery to their bone.<br/><br/>The Justice sat, waiting, more than enough chairs sitting opposite him for the team.