08-24-2016, 06:51 PM
Katchina hadn't been sitting long before she heard footsteps approaching again. She stood as the door opened, admitting a guard. "Ma'am, you are being released. Please follow me."
She nodded and released the power as she followed him. The almost-vibrant prison surroundings went quickly dim, but she didn't really want to have the sharpest of senses while going through the cell block again. The guard took her through the sally ports and obtained her personal effects, which weren't much -- small purse and her heels, mostly. Most important thing was the ring her father had given her when she was thirteen. She gratefully surrendered the flipflops she'd been given in exchange. Then she slipped the ring back over her pinky finger. She'd been meaning to get it resized.
The guards released her to a visiting room area, where she saw Jon Little Bird again with another man in a suit that the didn't recognize. Jon held up a hand to the man and pulled Katch aside to speak with her privately.
"The federal prosecutor here Mr. Trujillo has agreed to sign a release order not to prosecute you with prejudice. This means that the Justice Department will ask for a federal court to rule that you are innocent of all wrongdoing as if we'd gone through a jury trial so that you cannot be charged at a later date. He'd like us to talk about what happened if that's agreeable to you."
Katch nodded. "That's fine. Thank you."
Jon escorted her over to Mr. Trujillo, and he made introductions. Katch politely put out a hand and the prosecutor took it. His hand was warm, likely because she'd been sitting in a cold room however. "There is a place right around the corner called Zendo's, perhaps a two-minute walk."
The warm air outside was a relief, even with hints of dust and mugginess from a light rain that had just passed. Jon took the three of them to an industrial looking space at the ground floor of an office building, complete with concrete floor and painted steel girders in the ceiling. The sign outside had a modern motif, and the furniture inside made use of lead piping and heavy plywood. It reminded her of some of the Frank Lloyd Wright architecture that was most common in Michigan.
The barrista made quick work of taking their orders. Katch decided she'd try a local flavoring and ordered a green chile mocha cappuccino. Jon took them to a table in the corner. He appeared to squint into the distance for a moment. "Rest assured we are in private and among friends here,"
he said. "Ms. Makawee, unless I specifically say not to answer something you may feel free to answer anything, there won't be any legal repercussions."
Katch nodded. Her coffee looked too hot to try. "Call me Katch,"
she replied, speaking to the both of them. "Mr. Trujillo, I am pleased to meet you. I'll answer all your questions. Why did you become a federal prosecutor?"
She nodded and released the power as she followed him. The almost-vibrant prison surroundings went quickly dim, but she didn't really want to have the sharpest of senses while going through the cell block again. The guard took her through the sally ports and obtained her personal effects, which weren't much -- small purse and her heels, mostly. Most important thing was the ring her father had given her when she was thirteen. She gratefully surrendered the flipflops she'd been given in exchange. Then she slipped the ring back over her pinky finger. She'd been meaning to get it resized.
The guards released her to a visiting room area, where she saw Jon Little Bird again with another man in a suit that the didn't recognize. Jon held up a hand to the man and pulled Katch aside to speak with her privately.
"The federal prosecutor here Mr. Trujillo has agreed to sign a release order not to prosecute you with prejudice. This means that the Justice Department will ask for a federal court to rule that you are innocent of all wrongdoing as if we'd gone through a jury trial so that you cannot be charged at a later date. He'd like us to talk about what happened if that's agreeable to you."
Katch nodded. "That's fine. Thank you."
Jon escorted her over to Mr. Trujillo, and he made introductions. Katch politely put out a hand and the prosecutor took it. His hand was warm, likely because she'd been sitting in a cold room however. "There is a place right around the corner called Zendo's, perhaps a two-minute walk."
The warm air outside was a relief, even with hints of dust and mugginess from a light rain that had just passed. Jon took the three of them to an industrial looking space at the ground floor of an office building, complete with concrete floor and painted steel girders in the ceiling. The sign outside had a modern motif, and the furniture inside made use of lead piping and heavy plywood. It reminded her of some of the Frank Lloyd Wright architecture that was most common in Michigan.
The barrista made quick work of taking their orders. Katch decided she'd try a local flavoring and ordered a green chile mocha cappuccino. Jon took them to a table in the corner. He appeared to squint into the distance for a moment. "Rest assured we are in private and among friends here,"
he said. "Ms. Makawee, unless I specifically say not to answer something you may feel free to answer anything, there won't be any legal repercussions."
Katch nodded. Her coffee looked too hot to try. "Call me Katch,"
she replied, speaking to the both of them. "Mr. Trujillo, I am pleased to meet you. I'll answer all your questions. Why did you become a federal prosecutor?"