"Murderer!" the woman shouted. "Let me see that murderer!"
Ali leaned over the desk in Greenhome Colony's main Civil Protection office, looking at the image of the ranting, middle-aged human female on the display screen, locked in the building's holding tank. "Where did she come from?" she asked the CP commander beside her.
"She arrived three days ago on a tourist ship that landed at Shore Town," the commander, a foxen like herself, told her. "The next day she took a commuter flight to Greenholme Capitol. She was arrested this morning, after attempting to bribe a clerk at the General Products store into allowing her to purchase an unlicensed plasma pistol. When questioned by the arresting officer, her reason was, I quote, 'So I can kill that little black and white monster of a pirate,' end quote." The commander gave Ali an apologetic shrug. "When she said that, I figured she could only be talking about you. Sorry."
"Well, the description is fair," Ali admitted, sitting back in a