Author: Supercop
Translator: marcelbuter
The CBI, a well trained group of agents that not only arrest the biggest criminals and work on keeping the Federation safe of scum, also knows what to do about farmers. For the people who don’t know, farmers are people with sub accounts registered that don’t really exist. These alter-ego’s can have different shops, receive subsidies, and trade in stocks. Eventually this money is transferred to the citizen’s main account.
Because honest hard working people are penalized by this, the CBI is fighting the situation.
Apparently the CBI is searching for someone once more. I was driving towards my shop late at night with some saws to place in the inventory when I saw a black Nishan in my rear view mirror. When the driver gave me a stop signal I quickly saw that the person behind me was a CBI agent. A man of around 1.90 meters walked towards me with his hand on his gun. It was a muscular man around the age of 30 with a proper black suit, shiny black shoes, a red tie, and an expensive pair of pilot sunglasses. His hair was spiky and full of gel.
He quickly presented his badge, or at least I believed since I could barely see anything. In from of the car an agent appeared with a flashlight with behind him another agent. Behind the car was another agent registering the license plate. I was frightened of the situation, not that I farm myself, but still.
“License and registration please!” the agent next to me said. I turned the ignition key and the engine stopped with a shock. With shaky hands I opened the glove compartment and while grabbing my driver’s license, I dropped it. The officer nods and I reach for the small pass. I handed it to the agent who rips it from my hands. He studies it attentively and says “We’ve got him”. The agent in front of my car pulls his gun and the other agents are also pointing at me from all sides.
Sweat starts running down my forehead. I get frisked after the agent drags me out of my car, but they find nothing.
“You don’t get away with cheating buddy.” he says and cuffs me.
“I am innocent” is the only thing I can say, but I am quickly thrown into the CBI’s Nishan. At the station I am interrogated, and then all of a sudden I wake up. Luckily it was all a dream.