Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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In a small office behind the Old Military Hospital, hunched under the green glow of his desk light, officer Hans Blau browses through a test print. Of his futurist magazine. It's called "The Futurist". The typeface on the header is too small...
Nothing to do here without the lieutenant... You must return here with him.
Rows of houses on either side, hunching over the sidewalks -- and Precinct 41 with its dome roof growing distant. Around him the streets are silent. A kid on the corner waves at the captain as he takes the turn on Perdition and Main. The horse neighs. The captain nods back.
Night. Captain Ptolemy Pryce steps into the yard. A piebald horse waits by the motor carriage, chewing oats out of an oat-bag. Seagulls fly overhead. The sky is black. Captain Pryce wears a black suit and a standard patrol coat as he mounts the horse to head home...
This soldier is the highlight of the day for me, he thinks. This little stick right here.
It's difficult to say what the lieutenant thinks of this historic apology. His face does not belie emotions.
Titus -- behind you -- must be aiming at him right now. Don't forget, there's additional reinforcements. Just survive this...
And the lieutenant too. And the men behind your back, drawing their weapons... you can live. You can get out of this.
Lieutenant Kitsuragi lies in the hospital, recovering. Barely. Are you really done here, he would ask you? Are you done with the investigation?
Two men and a woman stand on the concrete square of a nameless village, looking at a small yellow boat as it draws closer. The sea is calm.
Please attend to personal hygiene on your own time.
A joyrider jacket? You feel a strange connection to this joyrider. Maybe he's from some kind of Joyriders district and likes blue and white racing livery? Like a cop would.
Superior? But he's not in the command chain...
"Family connections, I'd imagine? His father-in-law works for the Office of Standards and Best Practices." With that, the woman exits, a grey file folder tucked under her arm.