xp_logs | Kevin and Garrison | 3pm Monday Afternoon (Reply)

Garrison Kane, now aware of Kevin's presence in the mansion and his outstanding warrant, shows up to arrest Kevin for the murder of his father.

This was not something he ever expected having to do, Garrison considered, standing out in front of the room's door. He was in his dark suit, unusually official for the mansion but part of the armour. Any personal connections didn't matter right now. He had a job to do, and had to do it with the same care as any other person. He took a deep breath and opened up the door.

"Kevin Ford?"

Kevin was laying on his bed staring at a small metal construction. He was trying to figure out how exactly he was going to finish it. Hmmm. It wasn't complete, not that anyone else knew that. Because he was alone in his room Kevin was only wearing a short sleeved tee shirt. No gloves, no longer sleeves. It was his attempt at feeling some normalcy, but safely. When he heard his name being called, though, that caught his attention.

He grabbed his gloves off the desk but hadn't pulled them on before turning the metal door knob and coming out of the room. "Yeah? Ain't ya hear of knocking?" Did he just not hear the knocking? No, he wasn't that lost in his head.

Kane ignored the comment, looking around the room for a second before taking a stand beside the desk and digging into his pocket. "Kevin, my name is Garrison Kane. I'm on the staff here are the school. I joined after you were sent to Muir. I'm also an Inspector in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, on agency loan to the Federal Bureau of Investigation." Kane brought out his wallet, with the identification and the badge. "I've been down in Louisiana for the last week, which is why I wasn't aware you'd come back."

Huh? He really wasn't making a whole lot of sense to Kevin, to be honest. Sure, he understood with the Garrison guy was talking about, but why was he talking about it? Kevin pulled on his gloves which came just over his elbows and covered all exposed skin on his arms. "Hullo, Mr. Kane. Impressive resume, ya like workin' for tha FBI? Nevah met no one tha' actually worked for them. Ya know, big scary guys tha' don' really 'sist. You got sumthin' wrong though. Ah wasn' sent to Muir, Ah chose to go." Just like he chose to leave. of course, this was all well and good, but Kevin was still a bit blurry on why Mr. Kane was standing in the common area of his suite and why he hadn't knocked. Most importantly, why did Kevin just get that resume list. "So ya wha'? The delayed welcome committee or sumthin'?"

"Not exactly." Kane sighed and pulled out a pair of latex gloves, slipping them deftly on. "Kevin, the state of Georgia has issued a warrant for your arrest in connection with the death of your father. Because you crossed state lines, officially you're now the problem of the FBI." His voice wasn't harsh or unkind, but it was unyielding.

"I'm here to take you into custody. I'd like to do that quietly and with your full cooperation. No matter what, cooperating with the Bureau always counts in your favour. Once we reach the office, I'll make sure that the Professor and the school have all the details and can arrange proper representation for you." Kane slipped his jacket back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh." Kevin's face fell from its former friendliness into a completely blank expression. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that. How did normal people respond? They probably started yelling and fighting. Kevin wouldn't do that, though. He'd felt awful about it ever since it had happened. Maybe he should have expected it? But, he figured this warrant had to be issued when it happened, right? When he manifested. So then, "Why ain't no one ever tell me?"

The handcuffs drew Kevin's attention. Gleaming, shining metal. Somehow his thought process turned to the metal itself. It was comforting and safe. And cars were not entirely made of metal and he'd have to go into one, wouldn't he? "Uh, Mr. Kane? Could, could I put on more clothes firs'? Ah mean, it's just safer, fer you and everyone. And your car. Ah mean," Kevin shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "If Ah lean back and my neck, and then if there's anythin' organic, well, it don' end well. So coul' Ah, just two more layers? Please? An' then, then Ah'll go with you an' everythin'. Ah swear."

Kane nodded, gesturing to the pile on his chair. "Anything from there." He wasn't going to let him into any drawers. Kane seriously doubted that Kevin was guilty of the charges he'd seen listed, but he also had a job to do, and had to do it right. "The warrant wasn't released until a few weeks ago. Some kind of issue with jurisdiction was involved." He waited until Kevin had finished dressing, and carefully handcuffed his hands behind his back.

"I'm going to take you through the basement, and then back up into the garage. Hopefully we can keep this out of the rumour mill here for a bit."

Nodding, Kevin sighed. This was not the way he thought the day was going to work out. He pulled on a long sleeved hooded tee he'd worn the other day and another tee shirt over that. Finally he grabbed his full-length coat and let Mr. Kane handcuff him behind his back. It felt strange, being handcuffed. He'd never really thought of being handcuffed before, or arrested.

"Ya kiddin', righ'? Nothin' stay out of the rumor mill here, 'specially when ya got a handcuffed guy walkin' through the place." Kevin was sure everyone would know about it soon. He wasn't up to caring much about that though.

"No students allowed in the basement, Kevin." Garrison put a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he peeked out, and hit the button on the elevator. "Now, Kevin, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Charles will find you one, but if he doesn't, the court will appoint one for you."

They hustled into the elevator as it opened and closed, taking them downstairs. They moved quickly along the halls for a few minutes, before taking an elevator back up and into the garage where Kane's leprous white car waited. "Now, do you understand your rights as they've been given?"

"Gotta walk me ta tha elevator ta get me ta tha basement first, Mr. Kane," Kevin pointed out. Really, it wasn't that hard to figure out. After that he fell silent, listening as Mr. Kane was all business. Kevin thought that was really why people didn't like police. They didn't much treat you like a person, just something to be handcuffed and brought in. Just part of the job. Kevin didn't like how that felt. He did everything they accused him of, even if it was accidental, but Mr. Kane didn't have to be like he was. People were more polite in the south than they were up here. Apparently the Yankee point of view on manners extended up to Canada, too.

He followed Kane without saying a word until they got to the car and Kevin was asked if he understood. "'Xactly whacha mean by 'right to remain silent'? Does that mean if ya ask me sumthin' Ah don't have ta answer or like Ah can chose to not say a darned thing ta ya at all? An' wha' happens if I speak anyway? Ya know, ask how yer day is an' stuff? Tha' mean I'm guilty or tryin' ta resis' arrest or sumthin'?"

"What it means, Kevin, is that anything that you say is admissible into a court of law, and can be used by the prosecution for your case." Kane opened the back seat and helped Kevin in, pulling the seatbelt across him. "They can call me to the stand as a witness against you if you admitted something to me on the way into the office."

Kane crossed the car and got in the first seat. "I'd suggest silence for now. We'll get everything worked out at the field office, alright?"

At first he thought that seemed kind of logical. Having his seat belt done for him made him feel a little like a five year old, only magnifying the kicked puppy expression that had been living on his face since he was informed of the warrant and his arrest. He had really thought today would have been a better day than this. I'd be a shitty precognitive, he thought glumly, nodding his understanding to Mr. Kane.

"Alright," was his only response when he was told silence was the suggestion. It all seemed awfully rude to him.