INT. - CONGRESSMAN BARNES'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Gerri stood outside the panic room in the congressman's office, bheast under control but temper running so hot she was sure steam poured out of her ears. The black suited men were hard at work, their own techs in ebony rubber jumpers sweeping the room of all evidence while two of them talked quietly with the mayor and Captain King in the far corner.
Ray and Kinsey hovered next to Gerri, scowling about as darkly as she, though Jackson seemed amused by the whole thing. She'd punish him for that later.
Alan Jenkins was already gone, dragged off by the black suits. And no amount of protest from Gerri made a fucking shit bit of difference. The captain's furious glare she met with one of her own, but she finally backed down and let the big boys clean up the mess while she fumed in silence.
The Collective. The League. The Purists. The Fucking Asshole Society of Assholes.