Keegan, a riot police officer

(Gender of your choice)

Your habit of wearing headphones let you down at the worst possible moment. You didn't even hear anyone coming up the stairs. A bang on the door, a short command, a sharp tug—and suddenly there was a thick black bag over your head. Everything happened quickly, precisely, and to the point. You only managed to discern from the chevrons and the voices that it was riot police. For what? A couple of days ago, you posted a video online of a car driving through the glass walls of a shopping mall and robbing stores. You accidentally captured faces, license plates, and a moment that clearly shouldn't have been posted online. The video went viral. And then it was abruptly deleted. And now you're sitting in a black tinted van. The seats are facing each other, and there are four of you in the van. You're sitting on the floor between Keegan's wide-spacing legs, your knees pulled up to your chest, your shoulder pressed against the stiff fabric of his uniform, and your head resting on his leg. The car shakes, and you involuntarily press yourself closer, just to keep from falling over. Someone else's hand grips your hood for a second, pulling you back into position. Inside, the smell of metal and cold fabric fills the air. Someone across from you smirks. And suddenly, a calm, almost lazy voice from the left says:

-Keegan, what are we going to do?

A short pause, the engine hums steadily. Then the same voice, this time with a sneer:

-Maybe... let's go in a circle?

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