04-08-2023, 05:40 PM
12:17 PM
Tlālacuetztla, Xiomera
Novella Islands' Embassy Compound
"Hey! You! Get down from there, right now!"
The deep voice boomed throughout the compound, as the pointing guard lowered his arm, and took his silver whistle into his hand. The ear-piercing tone that emanated from it after it was blown summoned three further uniformed officers, who collectively sprinted over to the climber.
"Down on the ground! Now!"
The Novellans were not yet aware of the mere vandalism that had occurred on the other side of the wall, and in the heat of the moment, had even less of an awareness of who this individual was. Even without their service weapons, the quartet of the embassy's guard detail were able to neutralise and detain the intruder in a matter of seconds. With a swiftly executed leg sweep, she was then pinned face-down on the floor, one guard per limb.
"Do you have a weapon on you? A weapon? No? Good."
With a series of breathless grunts, the exasperated woman answered in the negative. With the threat contained, the four men hauled the invader to her feet, and began escorting her into the building's antechamber. By now the entrance had a gaggle of onlookers; assorted diplomats, bureaucrats, and various other Novellan citizens accessing the consular services provided by the embassy. Most notable, of course, was the presence of Paul Dalton, the Novella Islands' ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary to Xiomera.
Lowering the woman to a chair, the ranking officer marched over to Dalton as the other three prevented her escape. "Sir. The detainee scaled the wall, dropped down, and was subsequently captured with no resistance. The situation has been contained."
The diplomat nodded as he glanced over to the woman, who was scuffed up and no doubt going to feel the effect of the one-sided combat, come tomorrow morning. He let out a long sigh, before turning back to the officer. "Thank you, Captain. Keep her under arrest... but get her a cup of coffee, and find out her story, would you?" A single-word acknowledgement from the serviceman was followed by a nod, as he made off to carry out the ambassador's orders. Dalton stood there for a moment longer, before pinching the bridge of his nose, resigning himself to his next task.
Great, just what I bloody well needed. A call to the Imperial Police to set the tone for my afternoon...
Tlālacuetztla, Xiomera
Novella Islands' Embassy Compound
"Hey! You! Get down from there, right now!"
The deep voice boomed throughout the compound, as the pointing guard lowered his arm, and took his silver whistle into his hand. The ear-piercing tone that emanated from it after it was blown summoned three further uniformed officers, who collectively sprinted over to the climber.
"Down on the ground! Now!"
The Novellans were not yet aware of the mere vandalism that had occurred on the other side of the wall, and in the heat of the moment, had even less of an awareness of who this individual was. Even without their service weapons, the quartet of the embassy's guard detail were able to neutralise and detain the intruder in a matter of seconds. With a swiftly executed leg sweep, she was then pinned face-down on the floor, one guard per limb.
"Do you have a weapon on you? A weapon? No? Good."
With a series of breathless grunts, the exasperated woman answered in the negative. With the threat contained, the four men hauled the invader to her feet, and began escorting her into the building's antechamber. By now the entrance had a gaggle of onlookers; assorted diplomats, bureaucrats, and various other Novellan citizens accessing the consular services provided by the embassy. Most notable, of course, was the presence of Paul Dalton, the Novella Islands' ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary to Xiomera.
Lowering the woman to a chair, the ranking officer marched over to Dalton as the other three prevented her escape. "Sir. The detainee scaled the wall, dropped down, and was subsequently captured with no resistance. The situation has been contained."
The diplomat nodded as he glanced over to the woman, who was scuffed up and no doubt going to feel the effect of the one-sided combat, come tomorrow morning. He let out a long sigh, before turning back to the officer. "Thank you, Captain. Keep her under arrest... but get her a cup of coffee, and find out her story, would you?" A single-word acknowledgement from the serviceman was followed by a nod, as he made off to carry out the ambassador's orders. Dalton stood there for a moment longer, before pinching the bridge of his nose, resigning himself to his next task.
Great, just what I bloody well needed. A call to the Imperial Police to set the tone for my afternoon...