xp_logs | Community Service: Garrison and the Salem Centre PD

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Garrison heads down to the station to find out the full story with Inez, and has his first meeting with some of the more corrupt elements of the local police.

"Hey. My name's Garrison Kane. I'm from Xavier's. I hear you've got a student of ours?" Garrison walked up to the front desk of the police station, resting easily on the counter. Salem Centre was a surprisingly large station for the size of the town, but it covered a fair amount of territory, thanks to the odd way that the mass of New York City impacted on the surrounding municipalities and the state troopers jurisdiction. The uniformed cop at the counter looked up at him and grinned.

"Hey, you're the Mountie, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Damn, you should have worn the hat. The missus would love a picture. Jerry, Steve! We got us a Mountie here?"

"The one from Mutie High? Is he wearing the hat?"

"Nah, check this out." Two more beat cops emerged from the communal desk pool with smiles. "I told you that you should have worn the hat."

"You might be right. Guys."

"Hey. Do you ride a horse?"

"Occasionally. It's more for parades or crowd control."

"I'll stick with a motorbike, thanks." The one cop, Steve, had a sandy mustache and the look of a lifetime bully. "Sing that Mountie song."

"The Mountie song?"

"You know, from the movie."

"I don't know 'It's a Small World'." Kane said, getting a trio of blank stares. Shame, in Canada, that would have been hilarious. "Yeah, I'm not going to sing the Mountie song, guys."

"No song, no hat, no horse. You're a pretty crummy Mountie, man." Steve said, in a tone that left Kane musing what he'd look like with no teeth. "What brings you down here?"

"As I said, you've got one of our students in here; Inez Temple?"

"Oh, that one. Yeah, she's been booked and is down in the holding cell."

"What are the charges?" Kane said, and nearly exploded in rage when they handed over the sheet. "You have got to be fucking joking!"

"No sir. Those are the charges against Miss Temple. You can see where it's been signed by the Chief."

"Resisting arrest, uttering death threats, criminal neligence... attempted murder! What the fuck does this have to do with the diner?"

"These are the charges laid by the Salem Centre Police Department." Steve replied, and their faces had all gone cold. "Mr Patel and the charges laid by the teenagers she tried to kill are noted as well."

It was a complete stitch up. The trouble was, with the charges by Patel and the teens, it was Inez' very compromised word against the police, and in court, that was as good as a conviction. "I want to see her."

"Well, Mister Mountie, unless you happen to be her lawyer, the answer is no. Chief says she's a danger, and doesn't want any possible visitors that she might attack or control with her mind powers."

"She doesn't have mind powers."

"Yeah? Can you prove it?" Steve smiled easily. "Thought not. So, as a fellow law enforcement officer, let me suggest you fuck off back north and leave us alone, eh"

"I hear so much as a hint of abuse, even that you spit in her soup overnight, believe me you will spend the rest of your lives in and out of courtrooms." Kane crumpled the paper in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. "Mutie High can buy a lot of lawyers, and believe me, I have a particular fondness for revenge." No other options available, Kane turned and left the station. This was very fucking far from over, he promised himself.