((hokay, time for railroading. CHOO CHOO))
"Who are you?" you ask, gripping the knife tighter. The man chuckles, and you shiver slightly.
"Reymond Laswell, commanding officer of the Blanche division. At your service." He bows mockingly, knocking Laureli over in the process. "Oh my, terribly sorry."
You back up to the wall. "What are you doing here?"
Reymond thinks for a moment. "Weeeeeeeell... I was supposed to bring back this one," here he kicks Laureli in the ribs, "dead or alive, and I much prefer dead. They tend to squirm less." He chuckles again. "Ah, but I do believe you'd be worth at least a promotion, my dear. Tell me, do you know Alfonz Carver?"
You blink. "Uh... yes?" Why is everyone so interested in him?
"Well, then, that makes things MUCH easier. You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a wanted criminal."
Shit.
"Wait, I'm not with him! I'm with Laureli, not Carver!"
Reymond blinks. "Huh. Well, then."
You sigh in relief.
"You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a wanted criminal."
Shit.
You glance at Laureli - she's shaking her head, as if telling you not to resist. You look back to Reymond. "I'll go with you on the condition that Laureli stays alive."
He appears to consider this for a moment. "Hmm... Sure, why not." Then suddenly he's in front of you, you're handcuffed, and he hits you in the side of the head really hard. The last thought that goes through your mind is why can't I stay conscious for more than an hour at a time?