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One among many villans that Terra and Wing City had seen caused the malady of a particular civil servant here today for deposition. While that amounted to 'hurry up and wait' a large portion of the time. Thus up above an anomalous WCPD officer's uniform clung a meter away from the ceiling along a support column. As one got closer it was easier to see the Gardener standing inside of it perfectly still as he listened to the radio. Natural active camouflage of his subtype meant Smudgie had to consciously suppress it thus despite the uniform concealed his outline rather well. Though heard of and rarely seen in his new duties in any case. Drafted after the Elysium crisis Smudgie was one of a terrifyingly small list of creatures that suffered through to Elysium immunity though not without its own sort of permanent scar. Later passing police academy now worked in the beleaguered WCPD in various roles.

This was what brought him to the government center today though it took a judge's order for the precinct to let him out of work. Gifted with an eidetic memory and an indomitable supply of personal energy Smudgie did the equivalent paperwork of a small office just on his own. Though Smudgie's particular brand of calligraphy, even if supremely readable, made any handwritten forms look like religious documents. In a similar fashion, the false matriarch prosecutor or delegates beneath her may have found the very calligraphic attestation in gold ink, dealing with a particular apprehension, something dubious and Smudgie was here to see someone from that office before the trial.

While it started out normal it was the end that likely tripped concerns though all Gardeners wrote as breathlessly as they talked, 'The suspect was seen preparing items for destruction and False Matriarch Police Corporal Roth instructed Patrol Officer Smudgie to fly up and take possession of that steel bin as per warrant while other officers entered the building. Officer Smudgie is qualified for clandestine operations and entered the building through the 3rd-floor window. After identifying the suspect from under a table Officer Smudgie moved in while the suspect's back was turned. Officer Smudgie then took possession of the wastebasket while observing the suspect's movements and exited the room to secure the items. Re-entering the room through a closed door nearer to the suspect Officer Smudgie announced as WCPD and drew service stun pistols while positioned to block suspect's exit by the opposing door passing directly through oncoming officers. The suspect fled the room through the opposing door but Smudgie did not shoot and gave chase to avoid igniting strong accelerants nearby drowning out Patrol Officer Smudgie's senses. As the suspect left the room they ran directly into Patrol Officer Nikolaev then Patrol Officer Nikolaev fell backward to the floor. With all officers present suspect was shortly apprehended and Patrol Officer Smudgie told False Matriarch Police Corporal Roth of the accelerant smell. As smoke entered the hallway False Matriarch Police Corporal Roth and Patrol Officer Smudgie re-entered the room as a waste-bin was seen on fire and a chemical extinguisher was located to put it out with some difficulty. Patrol officer Smudgie returned to the back room where an unburnt waste-bin was secured. Patrol Officer Smudgie returned with a waste bin from before the suspect ignited accelerants. Accelerants were safely neutralized to preserve evidence. Patrol Officer Smudgie put each bin in evidence bags and returned to the precinct to register three unburnt waste paper basket into evidence. Patrol Officer Smudgie also registered another unburnt trash bin into evidence that day with 8 additional sandwich wrappers eaten by Patrol Officer Smudgie. No further unburnt waste bins have been located by Patrol Officer Smudgie at the time of attestation.'

Smudgie's particular scar from the Elysium incident was wild discharges of replication of really anything in its hands at the time. Unbound and drawing hard at the larger aetheric field he replicated items unknowingly once they left his field of vision. It had taken no small notice from other precincts that the one Smudgie belonged to had a net export of pastries, pens, and an abundance of stun sidearms all belonging to Smudgie. It drew hard on the small Gardener to replicate things with power that he couldn't subsequently re-eat but he adapted.

Most officers knew the head prosecutor of course as the elevator opened. The 'floating' uniform custom made for four arms and four legs swivels sharply to look at the elevator as it opened. Smudgie by rote taking note. Smudgie's skin flipped to an inverse of its environment to be better seen as it engaged.

It took a great deal of effort on Smudgie's part to manage not to yell with Eigengrau though now the voice from the transceiver on his uniform was rather monotone as he waved, 'Good morning False Matriarch Prosecutor General Batchelder-Lockerby!'