Kimble sat on his cot in Newgate prison, wondering what would happen to him.
He had never been a very smart person. This was something he lamented time and again, and he would often tell people he was smart to reassure himself. Still, he had never expected things to end up like this.
He lay back on the cot and stared at the ceiling.
It was outrageous. He was just doing his job. Why didn't they trust him? He answered the Bretonian interrogator's questions as best he could: He was a cop, he had been working undercover for a long time, and he was in search of Sarah Conner. He had been working this case for the last three years, and it had finally ended in an arrest, but not in the way he anticipated.
YOU BLEW MY COVER!!!
Kimble was a career man. He had been a cop for 12 years. It ran in his family. His father was a cop, his brother was a cop, his mother was a cop's wife. For a long time, he was the pride of the LPI. His downward spiral probably started when his wife left him. She was happily remarried now, and never called him. He hadn't realized how fortunate he was to have her until it was too late. His database did not encompass the dynamics of human pair-bonding, and now he was all alone.
This led him to the drink. The other officers would often find him at Sunbucks ignoring the coffee in favor of downing booze. Occasionally he would drink so much that he would be left unfit for duty until the day after. It was during one of these binge sessions that he decided to follow up on a lead with the Sarah Conner case.
While his judgment was still impaired, he had flown into Bretonia asking everyone he came across for Sarah's whereabouts. Still very lonely and extremely drunk, Kimble's first thought of Conner was a healthy female of breeding age. This is what he told people when they asked why he was looking for her, so naturally, he was reported as a pervert. It didn't take long for the BAF to show up.
The Bretonian officer promised to help Kimble, but instead he had tricked him and led him straight to Newgate prison. Kimble should have known better: When he mentioned that he was hungry, the Bretonian replied that they served free meals where they were going. Now Kimble was being detained indefinitely, and his ship had been impounded. After pissing off the interrogators with his questions, it was apparent he wasn't going to trial anytime soon. They were really inconsiderate.
It looked like Kimble finally got his vacation.
One of us is in DEEP trouble.
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Meanwhile, back on planet Manhatten, the BAF's inquiry about Kimble's presence in their space and his resulting detention landed on Chief Myers' desk.
A green secretary handed him a slip of paper with a message from the BPA.
Dear Chief Matt Myers,
We have in detention a man, named John Kimble, claiming to be an officer of the Liberty Police, Incorporated. He was apprehended flying drunk in Manchester, asking after "Sarah Connor", a "healthy female of breeding age." He is currently in a cell in Newgate. If you claim him as one of yours, please fill out the necessary resources to extradict him to your jurisdiction so you may administer what you think of as proper punishment. However, given his gross behaviour, we are not sure if he's one of yours or an imposter. Please reply as quickly as possible.
Sincerely,
Police Commissioner Duncan Mguire
The Chief read it carefully a couple of times before handing it back to the secretary.