Another collaboration starring [@The Savant] and myself[hr] Once they parted ways and she was back within the confines of the city, Kara got to work. The first and best thing to do would be to file a report, making herself the victim and Pilka the subject. She was coming up with the story as she walked: On her way to work, Kara bumped into an individual and apologized. Said individual was a dweller who was looking to acquire information regarding the Council. After a rather brief interaction, he figured he'd take his chances with her given she wasn't participating in the protest and forced her to follow him, threatening violence if she otherwise didn't do as instructed or so much as signaled for help. The threat of an additional dweller hiding within the shadows would have been made, making Kara follow the instructions to a tee. He then would have walked her out of the city and later tried to force information out of her. She denied any knowledge, much less working for the Council, and in a fit of rage he beat her before someone stepped in to stop him and she managed to get away. That should work... [color=yellow]"Excuse me!"[/color] she waved down an officer from half a block away, rushing to her side. Kara's expression suddenly shifted to that of someone in distress. [color=yellow]"I need your help please!"[/color] Kara got the attention of a woman officer, she responded instantly to the call of help, and concern was showing on her face, “[color=white]Yes? Are you alright? What happened to you?[/color]” If they were in Khia, the officers would have probably shrugged Kara off, and told her to go to the medic stations, because of brawls, fights, and whatever else that happens in that district. Happens. Too much work to run around and try to find the instigators. However, the woman was in Esille, “[color=white]You poor thing, who — what attacked you?[/color]” The officer asked once she noticed the shiner that the younger woman had. That looked painful. [color=yellow]"A dweller, he—"[/color] Kara looked behind her for a moment, [color=yellow]"He forced me to follow him outside the city and began questioning me on what I knew about the Council."[/color] Reaching within her front right pocket, Kara pulled out her ID card and showed it to the woman. She was low on the totem pole, which was a good thing. Kara knew nothing about anything so any suspicions about her could be dismissed. [color=yellow]"I told him I didn't have any information and he beat me."[/color] The female officer seemed to instantly tense when she heard the title — [i]dweller[/i] — and she seemed to zone into Kara without hesitation. Listening to what she had to say. Her mind wanted to ask questions but she knew she wasn’t the rank to do so. Nodding while she examined the I.D., everything checked out, and with a shaky breath she began, “[color=white]Okay. This is serious. We need to get you to the hospital and a higher ranking peace officer will come to question you,[/color]” she explained. She nodded, the frown disappearing. [color=yellow]"Okay, thank you. I understand."[/color] “[color=white]I am not trained to deal with situations with dwellers but I will make sure you get the help you need,[/color]” the female officer gently encouraged Kara to come with her. That officer would have led Kara to the main hospital in Esille and informed the staff of the incident, the staff would have put an emergency memo into the Safety Officer panel that dealt with complex situations with burrowers and dwellers while they were checking Kara out in an examination room. Her belongings were wrapped in plastic and labeled, temporarily stored in one of the cabinets in the room. More than likely they would get seized for evidence later on before she got them back. Kara lay on the bed, the bruise on her eye had darkened to look worse than before. During the medical examination, they had addressed the small puncture wound from the taser. She'd gone on and told them how she did in fact get tased, though there was no additional escalation of force. Kara was also taken to imagining to make sure the punch she took didn't cause further damage. She was given painkillers and was brought back pending official results from the doctor, now apparently waiting to be questioned. Being called in for such a thing was dreadful and he was guided to the examination room where Kara Voss was being held, not necessarily held, but staying in wait. Safety officer Klay did not have his younger partner today and no one was accompanying him, he approached the door, and let out a heavy sigh before knocking. “[color=white]Kara Voss? This is safety officer Klay, I am a specialized officer that deals with more complex matters,[/color]” he explained and introduced himself. “[color=white]Am I allowed to come in?[/color]” He had his hand on the knob but he didn’t turn it or attempt to come in. He had to have permission even if it was a public place like a hospital or examination room. Looking out the window was keeping her distracted for the moment up until the point she heard a knock on the door. And so the fun began. Kara cleared her throat and sat up straight, adjusting the blanket that lay on her lap as to remove any wrinkles. Why? she didn't know. Maybe to calm her nerves. That, and to appear more presentable, as presentable as one could be lying on a hospital bed.,[color=yellow]"Yes, come in!"[/color] She watched with anticipation as the door opened. Opening the door, he smiled warmly at her, and stepped in. Before he entered the room or even got down the same hall, he asked the nurses what Kara had told him — a violent act that happened when the girl couldn’t give information about the council was all they could say. No sexual assault. Not any more information than that — he felt like he was going in blind for the most part but he had somewhere to start. “[color=white]I hope the staff is treating you well,[/color]” he started while closing the door. Putting his hands together, “[color=white]Like I said before, I am Safety Officer Klay and I specialize in complex cases. I was informed that you were violently attacked by a dweller, is that correct?[/color]” He was going to dive right in instead of focusing on all the pleasantries that he could possibly bring up. [color=yellow]"That's correct. I was on my way to work and accidentally ran into him in the crowd. He was turned around so I began to apologize, then I saw he was a dweller."[/color] That was an easy line to deliver given it was the truth. [color=yellow]"At first he seemed like a friendly face but before I could make any move, he threatened me."[/color] She paused, looking down at her hands that were casually resting on her lap. [color=yellow]"He demanded that I follow him and not to cause a scene. You know, avoid drawing attention from the crowd. I had to follow him otherwise he told me I'd get hurt. As we were walking, I didn't know he was leading me outside of the city. A couple of officers spotted us but he advised it was in my best interest to not interact with them, so I ran... and I was tased as a result."[/color] That last line was delivered rather solemnly, almost as if placing blame on the aforementioned officers. Officer Klay listened to the woman explain what happened, he nodded at points to show that he was listening, and he had plenty of thoughts. The main things about what stood out was the fact that she was referencing him as a dweller though he sounded more like a burrower to him — someone that shouldn’t be in the city at all which was concerning in itself — so he softly began, “[color=white]You say that he led you out of the city after threatening you, and you could tell he was a dweller by his looks, correct? Do you think he possibly could have been a burrower?[/color]” One answer would make this case even more worrisome if borrowers were coming into the city and harassing people. [color=yellow]"I...think he was."[/color] Kara broke eye contact, pausing as if she were trying to recall the features of her supposed attacker, even though she knew exactly what he looked like. [color=yellow]"He had grey skin, white hair, and his eyes were peculiar,[/color] she waved a hand in front of her own eyes as she made the description. [color=yellow]"his eyes were cloudy, if that’s the right word. You’d think he was blind but he could see just fine. Oh, and he was tall, easily over 6 feet. But he looked very human."[/color] Listening to the woman’s description of the man or thing in question, he nodded, “[color=white]I believe, by the description you give, he would classified as a burrower,[/color]” Officer Klay explained evenly since he felt like it was good to point out a difference. People were already nervous about dwellers and if word got out that a dweller attacked a citizen of Dominion — hell would surely break loose — but he imagined this man that she spoke of was a burrower by description and him leading her outside of the city. There was not a lot of information of burrowers, dwellers, or people from the outside, even regulars and the little villages or communities they could be found in. Pulling out a notepad and a pencil, he got to writing, and he wrote down the order of events, and the description, “[color=white]After you were tased by an officer, what happened? Do you remember any key indicators of where he was leading you, where you were led to?[/color]” Officer Klay wanted to know if she could remember or could see. He knew that burrowers and dwellers had evolutionary traits that regular humans didn’t so they didn’t always need light which meant she could have been in the dark the whole time for all he knew, but he wouldn’t say anything. He would let her tell her side of the story. A burrower... that did not sit right with her, but the thought was just that, and Kara simply nodded. [color=yellow]”Oh yeah, sorry.”[/color] “[color=white]Oh, no, do not apologize. Most people do not know the distinction.[/color]” [color=yellow]”Well, I was tased in between two buildings; a very enclosed space at that. He then somehow snatched me right up, like he effortlessly climbed up the wall while holding my weight until we were on the roof and I was on my feet again.”[/color] As she described the events, Kara’s astonishment was evident on her face; that she didn’t need to fake. She’d heard of them having such abilities, but to live it was slightly fascinating.[color=yellow]”When we started moving again, I noticed it began to get darker the further we got from the city. At that point I couldn’t physically describe a location, but I’m sure we went through a tunnel. The air felt a little cooler and the echoes sounded different.”[/color] Kara then chose her words very carefully. [color=yellow]”We eventually arrived at a space that may have been a hangout spot. There was someone else there, but he didn’t make an introduction. He instead walked me away and began asking me what I knew about the Council. I told him I was an employee of no importance and thus didn’t have any useful information, but he continued to press for answers. He—"[/color] Kara paused, pretending to be affected reliving the moment. [color=yellow]”He began to get mad and eventually pushed me against the wall. His buddy must have heard the commotion and decided to intervene but not before that monster punched me.”[/color] Kara looked away, shaking her head. [color=yellow]”As those two argued, I ran, or tried to as fast as I could. It was very dark but I retraced my steps the best I could before eventually finding my way to the city again.”[/color] Officer Klay saw the astonishment and fascination on her face and he understood. There had been times when he was on protocol missions outside of the walls of Dominion and seen how they move. Hearing that the burrower in question snatched her up effortlessly was not surprising, most seemed to be able to do that, and it was a trait that allowed them to survive. “[color=white]The council?[/color]” Klay seemed surprised about such a confession. What would a borrower or dweller want to do with the council? “[color=white]Clearly, this is difficult for you to talk about, I understand, but is there any more information you can give me?[/color]” Klay asked while writing down notes in his notebook. “[color=white]Was there any discussion on why he wanted to know about the council? Possibly members of it? Anything at all?[/color]” His mind was trying to figure out what an outsider would want to do with information about the council. Maybe a rebellion? An uprising? There have been frequent attempts to try and “expose” the surface. Maybe burrowers and dwellers from the outside were influencing such a scheme? Maybe they wanted to get back at Dominion for outlawing them decades ago. [color=yellow]"He asked whether I knew any high-ranking officials, and whether I was aware of any pending action against them, the burrowers I mean. He must have thought I was either important or I knew something, but when I tried explaining myself he got angry."[/color] The young woman sighed. [color=yellow]"I'm sorry, I don't have any more information."[/color] Klay nodded in response while he wrote down more information in his notebook as Kara spoke, “[color=white]Mhm…[/color]” was what he got out first because he was thinking about how Burrowers have been outlawed for decades — was this a start of a rebellion? That was very much possible. “[color=white]I appreciate the information you have given me, Kara, and another officer or I might come by your residence or place of work in a few days to ask the same or different questions to see if you remember anything at all or if something has changed. Plus, we will want to see if there is any more harassment from this individual,[/color]” he explained. “[color=white]I hope you have a better rest of your day and get some rest,[/color]” with that, Klay excused himself, and left the room. Closing the door behind him. He needed to get this report back to the office. Once he was gone, a nurse came in, and gave Kara an option of two weeks off from work due to stress, high blood pressure, and to heal before she goes back to work. Kara smiled up at Officer Klay. [color=yellow]"Thank you, I appreciate it."[/color] Once he left the room, she was able to lean back, breathing a sigh of relief. Eventually, the doctor and nurse team made an appearance. Dr. Holt delivered the good news that she hadn't sustained any further damage other than what had already been documented. He then exited the room, leaving Kara with Nurse Linda who would handle the rest. With a clipboard in hand, she began reviewing the top pages. [i]"So, I see here you've declined prescription medication, but the painkillers you're taking ought to do the trick. Here's your discharge paperwork,"[/i] the nurse set those down on the foot of the bed. [i]"Let your supervisor know you've been in the hospital and as long as you provide this copy to them, you will have two weeks off. Otherwise you don't have to do anything else if you go back to work. Feel free to change out of the gown and you're set to go. If you'd like to make a follow-up appointment, check with the front desk and they can arrange that for you. Alright, that's all for me...get well soon!"[/i] She thanked the nurse in an exchange of pleasantries and watched her leave, glad to finally have some privacy again.