At the Heresy Court of Caimon City. 

Vice Captain Amy strode down the brightly lit, lavish corridor and shoved open the doors. "Director, give me the inspection warrant. I'll take control of the broadcast station right now."

Behind a long table carved from ebony, two transparent floor-to-ceiling windows let the Blood Moon pour its light onto a red leather chair. The woman seated there looked exhausted, her silver hair curly and tangled like a bird's nest. Her uniform was partially undone, and her heavy eye bags with clown-like dark circles had marred what might otherwise have been a refined face.

Hearing the door, she shut down her light screen. "Is it time to get off work already?"

Amy slammed her hand on the desk. "Off work? The escaped convict hasn't even been caught yet! I told the broadcast station...