Jake, Rachel, Tobias
Eh, the eye was a learning experience.
Possession of illegal firearms. I can give you the money, apparently the other me did pretty well for himself, but given the grenades they don't want to release me into my own custody.
I'd just morph and get out, but...it's sort of dangerous for me, these days. Think it's all the radiation I've absorbed. Last time I tried to morph Big Jim, I ended up looking like some kind of squat, skinless, vaguely humanoid mass of muscle. I'd hate to see what would happen if I tried to morph something smaller.