See part 1 for the explanation of what this is and the first chapter.
The door was kicked in, two masked Hispanic officers marched in. A butch looking woman holding herself as if she was a musclebound man, and a reedy-looking subservient man. The uniforms were a combination of doctors outfits and police uniforms, and they were armed to the teeth. Batons, guns, and all sorts of strange tools that Jonathan couldn't even begin to understand.
“Jonathan Fredrich Callus?” she said with a haughty sort of disdain.
Jonathan opened his eyes groggily at the bang but jolted to awareness as the two cops dragged him out of bed and towards the door. After they cuffed him the woman stabbed him brutally in the guts with her baton as hard as she could, and as he doubled over she whispered in his ear "Just you wait, whitey". Jonathan recognized the two of them were Justice Officers, a feared organization that basically ran security for the town.
"Carl, this fat racist sack of shit has been off the system for years, but we have to make sure he has none of the forbidden items, ransack the place while I put him in the car"
Jonathan didn't fight as she led him to the cop car, a vehicle you might find amusing. Basically a tiny 'smart car' sized utility truck with armor plating and a cage attached to the back instead of the usual tray, sirens on the top. Jonathan pleaded pathetically: "Wait what have I done? I am innocent! I haven't broken any laws!" "SHUTUP!" she spat at him.
She led him to the cage, then prodded and shoved him in. Jonathan meekly complied, drowning in sweat and fear. The cage was actually quite snug on his massive frame, and Jonathan tried (and failed) to remain calm. It was late at night but still stiflingly hot, and she sat in the cab with the air conditioner cranked while Jonathan sweated and stressed in the cage.
"Carl" as she called him came out with various items in his hands, a bunch of letters, photos, and what looked like some old books.
"I found these Jen" he said proudly. She snatched them without hesitation from him and quickly flicked through. She looked through the back window at Jonathan in the cage, waving a book in the air and smiling viciously. She pressed a button on the dash that connected to an intercom at the front of the cage "Looks like you're really in for it now piggy". Through his panic Jonathan pondered why his dead dad's old books would be relevant to anything.
They drove through the streets, slowly, almost like a parade. Through the slums, then through the neon streets themselves. Jonathan even saw the gangbangers, and as he passed they smiled broken smiles and laughed and hollered at him. They followed him for a block or two throwing bottles and trash. The justice officers totally ignored them. The procession made its way in a roundabout way to the police station, a monumental building, starkly contrasted with everything else Jonathan had ever seen. Pristine, white, lit up like a beacon. A monumental edifice of marble and stone.
Down a ramp they went into darkness, a tunnel only lit by the headlights of the truck. They pulled up into a waiting bay, switched the truck off and jumped out.
Jonathan was left to stew, in near total silence. He assumed they would return shortly but the silence and darkness just seemed to grow. Jonathan continued to panic. He clawed at the cage but could find no way out. What felt like hours later he slumped onto the floor of the cage, the blackness and silence seemed to somehow wrap around him, he didn’t feel safe, but a strange sort of calm took over. Somehow he fell asleep despite it all. The sweet release of sleep taking him into a realm of memories he didn't want to remember.