Post by murasaki on Jun 12, 2017 1:26:59 GMT
That was... not quite the reaction I had expected. Perhaps Kohaku was not as stable as she acted? While that didn't track with her earlier actions, humans had thus far proven to be an unpredictable lot.
Recent history had been rather bleak, and even months later, the government as a whole was precariously balanced. I had been instructed to remain wary of oddities and unusual activity while on patrol. Unexplained interference and strangely-dressed-&-mannered women fit just such a description.
Final word came back from headquarters; apparently the situation warranted immediate backup and the apprehension of Kohaku. Strange -- although official channels were in use, the orders were not coming from dispatchers but another source, though all attempts to discern where or what it was were blocked. Not that it mattered one bit, as it didn't concern me why someone back at the station wanted her -- orders were orders.
In a no-nonsense tone (distinguishable somehow from my generally-monotonic drone), I told her frankly "Afraid you'll be late for your meeting. I'll need you to come downtown with me, effective immediately."
And yet, I still gave her the choice to come quietly. Perhaps some part of my mental matrix had respect for the coy woman, or I simply trusted her too much -- to explain it any other way is impossible. Half-turned away, I awaited her to pass me; I was at least not stupid enough to assume she would simply follow if I demanded it.
Recent history had been rather bleak, and even months later, the government as a whole was precariously balanced. I had been instructed to remain wary of oddities and unusual activity while on patrol. Unexplained interference and strangely-dressed-&-mannered women fit just such a description.
Final word came back from headquarters; apparently the situation warranted immediate backup and the apprehension of Kohaku. Strange -- although official channels were in use, the orders were not coming from dispatchers but another source, though all attempts to discern where or what it was were blocked. Not that it mattered one bit, as it didn't concern me why someone back at the station wanted her -- orders were orders.
In a no-nonsense tone (distinguishable somehow from my generally-monotonic drone), I told her frankly "Afraid you'll be late for your meeting. I'll need you to come downtown with me, effective immediately."
And yet, I still gave her the choice to come quietly. Perhaps some part of my mental matrix had respect for the coy woman, or I simply trusted her too much -- to explain it any other way is impossible. Half-turned away, I awaited her to pass me; I was at least not stupid enough to assume she would simply follow if I demanded it.
