“We have a citizen here for DeCampos. Says his name is…”
The officer’s words drifted through the general noise of the crowded waiting area. A good dozen citizens rested anxiously on the benches, holding hushed conversations, brooding in silence, fiddling with paper or bits of clothing, or simply bouncing their knees. The general tension and confusion was still palpable, but this one was less immediate as people told themselves it would all be fine. It would sort itself out. Surely this was just a misunderstanding.
Some of them were undoubtedly right.
The police watching over the detainment chambers looked haggard and jumpy. They were more thorough than usual in checking people’s belongings and their heads snapped around at every raised voice. That attentiveness has been enough to keep all but the most vocal dissidents in check, coupled with the fact that those who pushed too hard found themselves promptly escorted from the building. The messa