Mega City Police- Incident Record 19051a
Date: Feb 28, 1999
Dispatch recieved a 911 call at 1152. Individual reported shoplifting at JoBeth's Fabrics, 1370 E. Lector in Camon Heights. Reporting party owner/proprietor. Suspect descirbed as a dark-skinned male, approx. 6'2", 220lbs, darkhair, light blue denim jacket and khaki work pants.
Officers LeGue and Jackson responded to scene at 1159. Suspect was spotted leaving the business. Contact was made, and suspect was arrested, after several skeins of wool were found in jacket. Suspect resisted arrest, was verbally combative, somewhat incoherent. Had no identification, self reported name as John Beggay. Proprietor claimed to have witnessed him stuffing wool in his jacket. Could identify him as an infrequent customer, but could provide no further identifying information.
Subject transported to Holding at Mega City Prison.
//Incoming Transmission////Subject: Assignment w212//
//ID: Johnson//
//File attached//
Mr. Weaver
An incident has come to our attention that may benefit from your expertise. Please read the attached Police record.
Subject's behavior was deemed quite unusual. Please evaluate. Usual channels to gain access. Usual channels to report.
Agent Johnson
//Transmission Ended//
Weft stepped away from the phone, stretched his neck. Activity around his office building seemed... normal... so he proceeded throught the lobby to the elevator.
The tidy office with one desk had a balcony view, but Weft showed no appreciation of this detail. He sat to his computer and started pulling up records.
The city had three John Beggay's, none with any kind of record. In fact, none showed any real interesting information at all. Tax records, employment... one was recently unemployed, and Weft decided to focus there. Lives in Camon with a maternal Grandmother. That clicked.
He returned to the internal Police Files, to remarks from Officer LeGue. "Subject initially unresponsive to our approach. He avoided eye contact, and mumbled under his breath. He was initially co-operative when we asked him to come over to the vehicle. Submitted to a pat-down. We asked him what the wool was for, and he said "It's for my Grandmother" When confronted about stealing it, he merely repeated that his Grandmother "needed it." He was unable to provide identification, but said his name was John Beggay.
Subject was read his rights. Mr. Beggay mildly protested his arrest, struggling slightly, and repeatedly stating that we couldn't, that he had to get the wool to his Grandmother. He would not respond to questions of why this was so important. He continued to protest throughout transport and booking, and after placement in Holding. Given his behavior, I suggest that he may require a psy-eval."
Weft gathered his coat, and the papers he had prepared for the Police. They were hardly even mis-leading, as Weft was qualified in pschological evaluation. The fact that he did not represent the agency listed was unimportant, seeing as he represented THE agency.
Mega City Prison.
The usual, a facility immaculately clean, yet somehow retaining a sense of grime-iness that could not be removed. Weft unconsciously found himself dusting his jacket as he went throught the opening.
"Ah, Mr. Weaver, we had a call to expect you." The clerk checked his forms, and sent him through the security checkpoint. A walk down a number of mind-numbingly plain hallways led to a questioning room.
Weft stopped to look through the mirror at the man seated inside. His appearance was pretty much as the reports indicated. Ethnicity was clearly Native American, though Weft was not entirely convinced that such a statement could be verified in any way, given that there really wasn't an America anymore, nor anyone alive that could verify that this was indeed, how its Natives had looked. John Beggay was no longer protesting his confinement, but appeared... agitated.
Weft entered and sat down across from him, set a folder down, took off his glasses. "Good afternoon. Your name is... John? Is that correct?"
John shifted slightly, made the slightest nod in affirmation. " My name is Mr. ... Weaver." John's eyes flickered briefly at the name. "I would like to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I'm sure the Officer's informed you that you don't have to talk to anyone, and I can get you an attorney if you wish. However... the Police also seem unsure if you understand the gravity of your situation." Weft leaned forward, glanced over the file, closed it again.
"Wool. That seems an unusual item to be stealing, John. Can you... tell me why you needed it?"
John looked down at the floor. " Grandmother needs it."
"So you have said. I had hoped you could tell me... why... your Grandmother needs it so badly." John looked disturbed, shook his head. His eyes glazed over as he spoke.
" You aren't a Weaver."
Weft leaned back and let the observation sink in. " That's correct, John. It is my Family name. I cannot honestly tell you how far back it goes. But I assume that some ancestor was, in fact, a Weaver." As one of the Awakened, Weft knew this was most likely untrue, but he wanted to make some connection with the man in front of him.
"I take it your Grandmother is?" John nodded."Do you take care of your Grandmother, John?" He nodded again. Weft rubbed his chin. "Does she speak English?" This time he shook his nead negatively. A path started to open in Weft's mind.
"John, I think I can help you, but you will have to trust me... a little. I know that will be... difficult. So I need you to tell me something. Look at me John."
John Beggay brought his eyes up to meet Weft's for the first time, then looked away again.
" You look afraid, John. Are you afraid your Grandmother will stop weaving?" John looked slighly startled, brought his eyes back to Weft's, and nodded.
