“Police! Stay where you are and put your hands where we can
see them.”
James had stopped playing when the police kicked down his door and now he took his hands out of his boxers and slowly put them in the air. Four police in combat vest swarmed around him. The fifth stood by the door, his weapon raised and trained on James's half naked body.
"Stand up, slowly."
James did as he was told keeping his hands clearly visible at all times.
One office grabbed James's computer and put it on the table, while another grabbed his hands and cuffed them. James was relieved to see that now he was restrained, the gun was lowered and the police looked slightly less jumpy.
“Disgusting Sarge, look at this.” The senior officer went over to the computer.
“Disgraceful,” he said, and looked over at James who was sitting back down on the sofa as best he could with his hands shackled behind his back. “You're an animal.”
James had stopped playing when the police kicked down his door and now he took his hands out of his boxers and slowly put them in the air. Four police in combat vest swarmed around him. The fifth stood by the door, his weapon raised and trained on James's half naked body.
"Stand up, slowly."
James did as he was told keeping his hands clearly visible at all times.
One office grabbed James's computer and put it on the table, while another grabbed his hands and cuffed them. James was relieved to see that now he was restrained, the gun was lowered and the police looked slightly less jumpy.
“Disgusting Sarge, look at this.” The senior officer went over to the computer.
“Disgraceful,” he said, and looked over at James who was sitting back down on the sofa as best he could with his hands shackled behind his back. “You're an animal.”
I’m an animal,
James thought to himself as he watched the police rip through his belongings
like vultures tearing a carcass apart. Postcards, flash disks, fridge magnets
were all placed in evidence bags and put in a pile by the door. Some clothing
was also deemed suspicious and bagged up.
James had always known this day might come. Despite being careful, despite hiding his computer's identity with a VPN, he knew they had ways of discovering what he as up to. It used to be easy to stay one step ahead of the authorities, but in the last year or two the bastards had caught up.
“You’re a sick man,” the sergeant said. “What's wrong with people like you?”
James had always known this day might come. Despite being careful, despite hiding his computer's identity with a VPN, he knew they had ways of discovering what he as up to. It used to be easy to stay one step ahead of the authorities, but in the last year or two the bastards had caught up.
“You’re a sick man,” the sergeant said. “What's wrong with people like you?”
James shrugged, he didn't have to answer to anyone. He was
different yes, but that didn't make him a bad person. It just meant he didn't
fit in, but he’d never wanted to fit in. Conformity didn't suit him.
“It goes back years Sarge,” the policeman who was playing with the computer said.
“You should be ashamed, call yourself British?”
James didn't look at his accusers. They didn't understand. They'd been brought up on a diet of cop shows and bake offs, James's behaviour was outside their comprehension.
“I’m arresting you on suspicion of using Skype to have contact with persons outside the borders of the nation state and for acting against the interests of the nation state. You do not have to say anything...” The policeman continued reading James his rights. James shrugged, he was guilty as charged. It was a fair cop.
“It goes back years Sarge,” the policeman who was playing with the computer said.
“You should be ashamed, call yourself British?”
James didn't look at his accusers. They didn't understand. They'd been brought up on a diet of cop shows and bake offs, James's behaviour was outside their comprehension.
“I’m arresting you on suspicion of using Skype to have contact with persons outside the borders of the nation state and for acting against the interests of the nation state. You do not have to say anything...” The policeman continued reading James his rights. James shrugged, he was guilty as charged. It was a fair cop.
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