Raise your hands.

Knowing the odds of dodging that many shots in close quarters, you scowl at Dawson, raising your hands, while half a dozen augmented reality targeting lines converge on your position. As you do, the thermal blanket falls from your shoulders, revealing you to them. {if TornClothes =True}You can't help but feel extremely **** under the gaze of all these men, as they drink in your body beneath the torn fabric. One of them even wolf whistles. You scowl at him.{endif}

"Miss Pierce, this pass is clearly stolen. I'm going to need you to come with me. And don't try anything stupid, there's another twenty guys in the walls, and a squadron of fast response combat drones, all loaded with armor piercing. Those bionics won't stop our bullets."

He gestures to the guard outpost to your right with the barrel of his gun. You clench your fists, furious at allowing yourself to be put into this situation, but wordlessly do as he says, marching ahead of him into the security station.

Once you're inside, the place is a strange mixture of high tech equipment with scavenged office furniture. You're led through the opening booth, where a young man in a cybersecurity uniform is leaning back with his feet on the desk, playing something on a phone.{if TornClothes =True} He raises his eyebrows at your bare flesh while you walk through the room, but doesn't say anything.{endif} A gun barrel poke in the square of your back leads you through into the next room, which seems like some kind of interrogation cell, with a table, two chairs, and a camera staring down from the ceiling.

He closes the door behind you, and sits in one of the chairs, before pointing to the seat on the opposite side of the room. When he takes his helmet, you can see that he's an older man with brown hair, tanned skin, and rugged features. You think he might have been handsome if he wasn't a cop.

You remain standing, crossing your arms with a defiant expression on your face. He might have you effectively cornered, but you're not gonna let that show. He doesn't react to your insistence on staying standing, which irks you slightly.

"Now, Miss Pierce, it's clear that you stole that pass from the one of our regulars, a Mr. Leo Hunt, travelling with his son, both scavengers. I'm in a generous mood, so I'm not gonna ask what's happened to them, but given your appearance, I wouldn't be surprised if they're both dead."

He places both hands on the table, palms down. His hand isn't on his gun.

"I'm not without sympathy. The Hunt boys were real pieces of work. I also wouldn't be surprised if they had it coming. Far as I see it, there's a couple options before us. First, you spend a couple months in the cells, and let me tell you, that is not something you want. Second, we come to an arrangement, make this whole problem disappear. You walk into town with a brand new pass, registered in your name, minus your weapons, of course."

You narrow your eyes at Dawson. You can clearly tell what he's getting at from how he gazes at you, but you want to make him say it. You respond with acid in your tone.

"What exactly do you want me to do."

He gives you a lecherous smile in return.

"You're a smart woman, Miss Pierce. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Impress me, you get to go free."