Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180614122758

Cinder and Christopher were marched inside. the reception of the police office was cold and impersonal. Wanted posters of Canadian resistance cells littered the walls. The portraits seemed to spill over from the message board onto the concrete wall.

Chris could recognise some of the faces. Harry Trembley being the most notable.

But Zoé Gervais, the leader of Quebec Libre! was also there. She was probably responsible for masterminding the Parliament Hill attack.

Due the explosion earlier today the station was on high alert and busy. The sound of typewriters, terminals and telephones could be heard from the offices behind the reception. Though that was not where Cinder and Chris would be going. They would be directed to the West-Wing, Cell block A. A yellow line on the floor led to it from the reception desk towards a securty gate that had a little booth overlooking who went in or out.

The guards confiscated anything sharp and clothing that could hide something. Hats, overcoats, coats. That was it though, this was a jail, not a prison. Though it was likely that Chris would see the latter real soon once it became known he was in the resistance.

Sarge was led in through the same door but the room was demarcated with a white border that cut right to the reception, where left was for civilians and right was for military matters. He would be chaperoned to Cell block B in the east wing which followed the blue line, the set up was about the same but evidently more sympathetic. This is were rebelrousers, deserters or suspected fifth columnists would be held until court marshal or after they had slept through their drunken stupor.

However when the man bringing the sergeant in got told that cell block B was full at the moment it became clear that Sarge would have to spend the night in a cell of the west wing instead. Apparently Sarge hadn't been the only one to have abandoned his post or failed to check in. The American propaganda machine didn't show it but morale among the American troops was in total shambles. The Sino-American war had been going on for nary a decade and although success was booked, a constant barrage of propaganda and half-truths made even genuine victory on the front feel like false information. Besides it was almost Christmas and some of these men hadn't celebrated the holidays with their families for five years.

"You're going with the civvies for tonight, sergeant. I'm sure you can manage it." The lieutenant said unto him. Somewhat pleased with this outcome. He was petty like that.

Sarge was quickly put behind the line that would walk into Cell Block A, with some distance. He was still a member of the US armed forces. Not a common criminal.