“Officer, are these disabled men truly suspected of assaulting police?” A microphone practically poked the team leader in the face.
He adjusted his collar and put on his “public servant” expression for the cameras. “Everyone can rest assured. We will investigate thoroughly and give the public an explanation.”
Then he raised his voice deliberately. “No matter who they are, everyone is equal under the law!”
The rejected applicants applauded like they were watching a show. One of them told the media, “We’re here to stop this kind of unfairness. Everyone deserves a job—except the kind of people who use connections and charity money scams!”
Loyce stared at the officer approaching her. She understood it now: this was performance. No matter what she said, the truth would be bent into whatever shape the cameras needed.
She handed the team leader the file envelope she’d brought from the car. “You might want to read that before deciding who you’re arresting.”
He accepted it, then immediately passed it to someone else without looking. Another officer pulled out handcuffs and stared at Loyce. “Hands out. Anything you want to say, you can say it at the station.”
Loyce’s mouth twisted in a faint, bitter curve. She held out her wrists.
When she and the veterans were loaded into the patrol cars, a few of the loudest rejected applicants were taken too—just enough to make it look “balanced.”
Quiana, the spark behind the whole thing, felt a flash of satisfaction when she saw Loyce shoved into the car. But the moment she remembered the Lonsdale name, fear crawled up her spine. She didn’t follow them to give a statement. Instead, she slipped away while everyone was distracted.
Outside the hospital, the crowd slowly dispersed. Not the media, though. Especially not Metropia Evening News. They followed the police cars all the way to the station, desperate to squeeze the story for every drop of attention it could give them.

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