Michael looked from the Owls, to Nathan, Anna, and Jacobsen. Jacobsen, for his part, lay on the ground and moaned. Michael returned his gaze to the Owls. "Now see 'ear, I run a respectable establishment, an' I don' need any trouble. Look around, an' ye'll see there ain't no criminals 'ere, just men and women back from the fact'ry."
One of the Owls broke from the group, moving through the stunned patrons, looking as if he were going to talk with Michael. Instead, when he got to the bar, he pistol-whipped Michael, who fell. A moment later, Michael clawed his way back to standing, blood running freely from his brow.
"We know that he entered this establishment. We also have conclusive evidence that he has not left."
"An' what evidence would that be?"
The Owl smacked Michael with the pistol again, and this time, he took longer to rise. "Any more of that, and you will be arrested for aiding a fugitive, interfereing with an operative of an officer of the law in his duties. Nathan Jung is a dangerous subversive who is preaching nonsense. No one is to enter or leave this establishment until one of our officers has verified his identity. Anyone not on file..." he smiled, "If he is not Jung, is just as much a criminal."
Two more Owls steped forward; these had different implants than the others. The ocular enhancement was larger, and a gaslight burned on their shoulder, with a reflector focusing it like a spotlight. They each stepped to one of the bar's patrons, and there was an audible click, as a shutter closed, and a set of relays smacked shut. A telepathic signal flew from their systems, through the extensive connections in the city, where they arrived at the central difference engine beneath police headquaters, which itself poured over specially encoded glass plates, containing images and information of everyone in the city. Each of the Owls recieved that information, and as they verified the identity of each patron, they spoke their names aloud. "Nevitt, Lisa", "Powers, Stanely", and so forth.
"Jacobsen, Ivan. He is injured." Ivan muttered, "I fell," but he spares a withering look for Nathan. The Owl notices this, and starts moving towards Nathan, positioning himself to load his information.
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