Mayor Garfield Monday had spent hours combing through the files of all of the residents on the island, those who were registered and bore an Identification Card. Stacks of manila folders overrode the normal things upon the flat of his desk; no place was left for his ancient PC, for his cup of stale coffee, for the nameplate bearing his odd, and frequently made fun of name. He felt as if he knew each resident intimately by that point.
His search yielded a possible target for accusation based on the nature of the situation called for. It was absolutely a setup, but he would never admit to that. His bosses would not take no for an answer. They wanted to make an example of someone, any resident who might fit the profile, as backlash for that anonymous Network post calling for action. When you pinned someone to the wall for a crime people became less eager to attempt such things.
And fortune seemed to favor him in this aspect. On the moon, Mayor Monday called his troops to arms. Each of his guards suited up, gathered their weapons, as the mutant in question was dangerous and needed to be apprehended as quietly as possible. Caspian Finn, the one who possessed an interesting quality - menumokinesis - of which Monday had no understanding of other than what he’d been told by a scientist at the Facility. He could manipulate minds, memories, emotions. Someone like this Finn fellow was perfect to take the blame for the anonymous post.
At 4:00 PM on Friday, June 28th the guards began their intrusion into the quiet residence. 401 Justice Drive was one of the only residences in that area occupied, which meant no witnesses to the detainment.
Caspian had been getting something prepared in the kitchen for Caitlyn, who had been hounding him for a snack, when the door was nearly blown into the house. It hung desperately from its hinges, and both the father and the daughter watched with wide eyes as guards began to flood into the home.
Almost immediately the guards began to scatter. Caspian’s blue eyes narrowed as he worked, using his ability to keep the armed men away from his daughter. “Caitlyn, go hide,” he managed, attention splitting. That was when Caspian was struck with a billy club across the head, a shock of electricity shooting through his body. He fell to the ground, still conscious, as his daughter fled out of fear to hide.
Everything in the room was spinning. Caspian growled, trying to struggle though that was short lived. He was struck again and again by the electrical based weapon. A swarm of guards with guns pointed their barrels at the man on the floor only to draw back a little bit.
Mayor Monday smiled at them, entering the residence. “Gentlemen, please, back up just a little bit. This man needs to be read his rights properly.” Caspian’s vision swam as he looked up at the smiling face of their supposed Mayor, who was looming down over him. “We can’t have you reaching out to your friends, trying to cause trouble on the Network. Mr. Caspian Finn, you are charged with conspiracy against the Government of the United States of America by attempting to elicit riots of the people, for providing false information, and using a public network to spread illegal propaganda.”
A motion was made to one of the guards. Eagerly the guard stepped up, read Caspian his rights, and then kicked the downed man square in the ribs. “Arrest this man.”
By 4:15 PM Caspian was arrested and taken away from his home, marched toward a Government vehicle and taken back to the Government building for processing.
When the house was quiet, a teary eyed young girl made her way out of the place she had been hiding. Calling desperately for her father she searched the quiet house finding only debris and blood where her father had been. The door to their home was ajar. Sucking in air Caitlyn began to sob uncontrollably. She fled the home and ran off in search of her mother, heading for the Marketplace as fast as her legs could carry her.