A few minutes later, K'Tael enterred Sickbay with his team and made his
way over to the unit in which the would-be prisoners were being held. He
walked right over to Mr. Rivik and handed him the PADD with the arrest warrant
on it.
"Mr. Rivik, I must inform you of your rights at this time as we are
arresting you and the rest of your group here. You have the right to remain
silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you do say may be used against
you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before
speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now
or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one
will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you
decide to answer questions now without an attorney present you will still have
the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Do
you understand your rights, Mr Rivik?"
"What are you talking about? You can't arrest me. I have diplomatic
immunity." replied a completely indignant Rivik. He was obviously not
expecting this, and was quite upset about it. Also notable was his lack of concern
for his lackey's arrest.
K'Tael silently handed Rivik the PADD with the warrent and charges on it.
Giving the Bajoran a few minutes to read over the documents, he spoke when
Rivik looked at him. "As you can see, diplomatic immunity does not keep
you from being brought in on these charges."
K'Tael stepped forward, turned Rivik around, and placed him in cuffs.
<That felt good,> he thought to himself. "If you will just come along, Mr.
Rivik. We can get you processed and put into a comfortable cell more quickly."
Rivik answered angrily, "I demand that my embassy be called at once, and I
want my call and my lawyer." The tone was unmistakable-contempt and
anger.
"You will be allowed to contact your lawyer when we get to Security as
well as a chance to call whomever you deem necessary. We will also contact
the Embassy for you at the time. Now, if you will just come along, we can
get to that more quickly." K'Tael's voice was filled with nicety,
particularly for a Klingon. It was clearly meant to pour salt on the wound.
He and the others grumbled all the way down to the brig. Their displeasure was quite
obvious. What was sauce for the goose, was the throngs of the press that quickly
joined the frenzy as the troop marched from a quarrentine in sickbay to the brig.
They arrived at security central no worse for wear, but the mob had grown. Grown, and
they were hungry for a statement from Spacedock's Chief of Security.
{response}
{skipping a bit...}
Once back in his office from that last ordeal, it was time to start on Van Der Loo.
{Where do you want to start...}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
