That Is My Name
After leaving the underground cell, Ryan went up to the office where the other police officers currently were.
He sat down on a chair by one of the computers. Usually, at this point, the officer would make a report. Since it was to do with Altered, Ryan himself would have to write up a report to send to White Rose as well.
“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t really write anything without a name,” the police officer said.
“That might be for the best,” Ryan replied. “His charge is assault on a civilian, but that civilian is very much alive. Depending on who he is and since he was in the first-class carriage, he might be able to just end this with a settlement, which is probably why he’s so calm down there.”
“It’s harder than people think to get Altereds taken in. They would have to do something quite drastic, or at least be a repeat offender, which I was hoping for, but there’s no name.”