The Commissioners were impassive to his comment. There was a single glance between them, and a nod. The Chief Commissioner spoke.
"General Cadmon," he began formally, "Under the rights of States, the Metro government hereby declares you persona non grata. You are to leave the sovereign territory of Metro, effective immediately."
The general gazed at the Commission for a moment, and nodded. He turned on his heel and walked out deliberately. He paused at the building's doorway to collect his belongings that had been confiscated on his entry, and walked into the plaza. Clouds hung over the city, as they often did. It would rain.
He found a public scooter, paid the fee, and jumped on, cruising towards the Metro Downtown Prison. While the Commission had deliberately refrained from saying which prison the Scout had been incarcerated in, all persons incarcerated for crimes against the peace were put in that prison, far from all rival Authorities.
When he arrived at the prison, the general was stopped by the Metro Police.
"Sir, you have been declared persona non grata," a Metro lieutenant stated. "Please depart Metro territory immediately."
"My apologies, Lieutenant," he said.
The general turned around, grabbed a compression pistol from the Policeman behind him, and knocked out the three Policemen in a matter of seconds. He looked around for a moment. Then, finding what he was looking for, he walked inside the building.
It was not Cadmon's way to blast his way into a prison, and he usually tried to refrain from such notions, but in this case, it suited his mood best. The compression rifle he had picked up off an unconscious Policeman was crude, but it did the job well, knocking down any one who got in his way. It took all of five minutes for him to reach the cell that he knew to be the Scout's.
He looked around quickly to make sure no one Police were coming. Then he knelt and picked the lock. The electronic soon enabled access and the door swung open. The Scout was inside, laying on a bed with a cyberset on her head, emitted blue energy over her entire body. It didn't surprise him. Metro used such cybersets to preoccupy prisoners. It was what was on the cyberset that surprised him.
There was no way of knowing exactly what experience she was having, but he was sure it was a good one. The Scout was writing on the bed, crying out in pleasure. Her spandex suit appeared to be leaking sweat and juices and the smell wafted into Petrarch's nostrils. He struggled to keep his cock from rising, but it had a mind of its own.
"Ahh fuck me!" she cried out and convulsed in orgasm.
