The Lawyer starts the engine and drives to the exit, though we are stopped shortly after, right before crossing the inspection booth in the parking lot of the building.
Several vans hit the brakes at the entrance, their doors opening to deploy many Agents wearing clothes that at first glance seem ordinary black suits, but further inspection reveals the shiny gleams of the Stats, engraved in various glyphs on the attire's fabric, making it clear that these group is not easy to deal with, especially since some of the members have Halos hovering above their heads.
{The Halo is not just a metaphysical representation of the Stats Alignment, but an etheric extension of any Individual}.
"Decorated Veteran, Lieutenant Vurckair Vecturion". Says a Tomboy Agent. "I politely ask you to cooperate with us. It involves a matter of Global Security. Do not resist".
I disregard the woman's obvious lie, focusing the Gift «Molecular Subjugation» in my eyes.
