Pinesdale's Permit System

By the time the woman had dragged Mark down a bunch of streets, he had calmed down a bit. "Lady I don't know what you're talking about with this permit system!" Mark tried to reason with her. "I can't believe an outsider would be so clueless about how our town works. Permits keep us all safe, they ensure you are supposed to be here. Each one contains your full identity, your address and also your profession and personality. It helps police officers and private enforcers like me keep track of our citizens and easily punish those who do wrong. Seeing that you don't have a permit and have committed assualt, you young man are in severe trouble..." The woman replied menacingly.

Mark gulped, the lawyer in him knew she was right. He hadn't done alot of research about Pinesdale, he basically hadn't stopped since he left his apartment. His behavior had got him here, and while he didn't feel guilty, he definitely felt worried about what was going to happen.

The woman cuffed Mark to a pipe in an alley between two buildings. "Wait here." She demanded. "Not like I can go anywhere!" He commented back sarcastically, gesturing to his cuffed hand on the pipe. The woman walked over to what appeared to be an ATM machine.

She pressed a few buttons and then inserted Mark's personal belongings. "Hey! What are you doing those are mine!!" Mark yelled. "I'm doing you a favour Mark Miller, normally we take people like you to the police, who will put you through a very severe training program that will scar you for life. I'm helping you out by making you a non permit holder, that way your charges will be less severe. Consider this mercy." The woman replied.

Mark glared at her. "Mercy!? You just gave away my fucking money!!" He yelled at her. "No Mark, this isn't an ATM, It's a terminal we use to process permits. Your belongings are being kept safely locked away until you can get a real permit." The woman explained to him. Mark had begun to understand the situation. "Right, so how do I get a permit?" He asked.