One of the agents was newer, and he didn't really know what to do. With so many people missing, he'd been one of the few field agents left over.
He raised his gun, and one of the other agents yelled at him to lower it. It did not matter.
River'd knocked it out of his hand with a kick and was mid-spin to hit him again in the face when the third agent grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. She flailed like a child, enraged, and kicked--hard enough to get that first agent right in the nose. While he fell, yelling, the second man came around and raised his badge, telling River that she was going to be taken into custody, arrested, questioning... all the words blurred together. She looked at him behind a veil of crazy dark hair and stopped kicking. Her body grew very still, so still, in fact, that the man who held her was unnerved enough to put her down.
"If you don't handcuff me, I won't hurt you," she said.
Nobody laughed. The second agent merely nodded. "You're going to need an attorney," he said.
Without another word, River followed him to the car.