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Sorry I took so long. I tagged a bunch of you ‘cuz I have a lot about the Tower and the agents in it, so I need to know if I did alright.
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Megyn stayed right behind the two agents as the strode down the alley and onto a secondary road. As they turned onto the north-bound major road, she glanced back over her shoulder to see the youth who at helped her close behind them. Good. I didn’t want him to get forgotten in the moment of action.

Glancing back again, she noticed a large, fluffy dog trotting at his side. I didn’t even notice him before. 

She faced the road again and lengthened her strides. Her thoughts turned back to the young man being carried in the arms of the agents ahead of her. “It’s a long way to the Tower, Father.” She prayed in a whisper, pursing her lips at the thought. “Please let him be alright.”

. . . when they turn onto the road to the Tower

As they passed out of Sector Two and out of the city, the dark shadow of the Tower of Punishment rose up out of the dark wilderness.

Megyn shivered slightly. Though the wind blew more fiercely out here in the open, it’s biting cold couldn’t chill her more than the thought of what that shadowy spire symbolized. To the criminal, it was his just rewards. But of late, it had become the house of unjust torture for innocents. She’d seen children dragged off to the Tower for slight offenses or just suspicion. She’d heard some tell haunting tales of cruel beatings and gruesome deaths, all of which happened behind the bars of the intimidating fence they approached.

She bit her lip as the giant iron gates, flanked by short block-shaped towers, loomed out of the dark. This place breathes an air of darkness and despair so thick that it makes the place seem darker and colder than the night about it. The only light about it is the fiery glow of torches in it’s few and barred windows.

As they stepped up to the gates, the second agent hailed a guard atop the block. “Mockingbird Police Agents Schrode and Mander and Mockingbird FRMS Agent Harris. We have a prisoner in our custody.”

The gates creaked open. Megyn shivered again as the sound echoed through the courtyard. She turned as the guard hurried up to them, carrying a torch in one hand. “I need to check your badges.”

The second agent handed him his. “My partner’s kinda got his hands full.”

The guard gave a stiff nod.”I know him anyway,” He replied curtly. Hastily, he looked over the badge, handed it back and nodded to him. Turning to her, he held out his hand. “Badge.”

“Yes, sir.” She replied, already in the act of drawing it from her pocket. As she handed it to him, she asked,

“Do you know if the Tower Warden is available?”

“Why?” He asked as he looked over the badge and then handed it back.

“I need to speak with him about the prisoner. He’s suffered a gunshot wound and I need approval from him before I treat the injury.”

“He’s available as far as I know.” He nodded her on. “I’ll have someone get him.”

As he  shouted at another guard, she followed the two agents across the courtyard into the shadow of the Tower. Icy shivers raced through her blood as the guards swung open the iron-studded doors into the first ward of the Tower. The fiery light she’d seen from without filled the room with orange yellow glow, bright in hue but dark with shadows. It appeared warm but she felt only chill and dankness in the tar smoked thickened air.

“The interrogation room is to the left.” One of the the porters directed.

The first agent nodded. “At ease.” Walking swiftly, he entered the room, his partner at his side and Megyn at his heels.

As they entered, a door opened across the room and another man entered. “Warden .” The first agent greeted him.

He nodded. “I was informed that FRMS Agent Harris wished to speak to me?”

Megyn stepped forward and salutued him. “Yes, Sir. This young man we brought into custody sustained a gunshot wound in his lower leg. May I have approval to attend his wound while you are – preparing for the interrogation?”

“May I see your badge?” He asked, extending his hand

“Of course.” As she handed it to him, the first agent laid the young man down on the floor and stood to the side.

The Warden glanced over it, then nodded and handed it back to her. “You’re clear.” Turning to the agents, he asked,”What’s the charge?”

Megyn paid no heed to the answer but knelt on the floor next to the prisoner. As she bent over him, he shifted and choked, as though forcing a cry of pain back down his throat. His eyes slowly open and he glanced around.

Her eyebrows, once furrowed in concern shot up as she met his gaze.

“Lie still. ” She instructed gently as she set her backpack on the floor, unzipped the main pouch all the way and laid the backpack open on the floor. Reaching out, she carefully lifted his leg into her lap.

 

WHEW!!!! I hope this is okay! Sorry if it’s too long.