Shock to the System, Part 1

Morning of Fausk's Arrest. 5:30 A.M.

The doors to the police station seemed to burst open, the German shepherd carting the faux fox in. Fausk's arms, handcuffed behind her back, as she struggled and fought against his grip, lurching forward and around in every direction, growling to herself mostly. Perhaps the most surprising fact was just how busy the police station was at this early in the morning. Everyone was on the move, on the phone, moving this way and that. Cork poster boards were everywhere with photos and pictures and maps and everything being tacked and marked.

The noise level was unbearable to the hungover faux fox, and yet even as she glanced about she tried her best to focus on some of the pictures. Amidst all the yelling and frantic movement of the police officers she did manage to catch a glimpse at a few of the various images strewn about. Dead bodies, car wrecks, mysterious looking blobs of some sort of avian creature against the backdrop of a full moon, she couldn't tell, it was too hard to focus on any one thing because of her horrible headache. The German shepherd continued to drag her about, quickly banging his way through another door, this one leading downstairs, into a dark, dank basement.

Fausk was mostly relieved to not have to hear the unbearable noise from above as the door was slammed shut behind her. Within, were several more uniformed officers standing about, a single light shining above from the dangily light fixture. One of the men set down a wooden chair in the middle of the light and the German shepherd quickly tossed her into it, forcing her to be seated. She squinted, trying to keep the bright light out of her eyes as the men all seemed to turn away from her, save for the German shepherd who brought her in.

"Miss DaSilva, or would you prefer Fausk." He spoke, seeming calm, and in control of the situation.

"I'd prefer to get out of here, I didn't do anything wrong." She grumbled still trying to keep her eyes mostly closed.

"I'm afraid that's just not possible given the situation." He pulls up a metal chair and sat on it backwards, resting his arms over the back of the chair as he leaned forward, "We've been after you for a few months now. Surprised to find out you were hiding in the slums, I suppose it makes sense with the lack of police enforcement down there." Fausk just seemed to stare at him while he spoke, not comprehending anything that he's been saying or what she could have possibly done wrong. The German shepherd looked up as one of the other officers handed him a file and he grabbed it flipping through it as he continued to spoke. "Had to go up to your parents place, seemed they had no idea where you were for 3 years."

Fausk just lowered her ears and looked away, no mention of her parents was ever a good one. Regardless of the situation she just looked back up at him, trying to fight against her handcuffs again, "Did they tell you they didn't want me?" She frowns a bit and just grits her teeth, "Besides, I have no idea what the charges are against me, don't I have some sort of right to know that?"

The German shepherd just sat quietly, staring at her across the folder, continuing to flip through it. "Odd that I don't see any prior record here. Then again, it did take us a while to be able to lift even a single print. You've been quite meticulous in covering your tracks."

Fausk just continued to look at him. Baffled at the fact that he was being so persistent in his questioning her, even though she was completely innocent. She grumbled, beginning to snarl between her lips, "I want my phone call."