At 2:22 AM, station attendant supervisor Oscar Manton reported a murder that seemed particularly excessive by Memorial’s standards. Definitely excessive enough for Oscar to feel queasy as he reviewed the footage. From what he could tell after reviewing security camera footage, a group of seven young men got into an altercation, six of them turned on one and began beating him with their fists and improvised weapons. They then proceeded to drag him to the edge of the east train platform and positioned him so that his head was hanging off the edge of the platform. With the standard speed of the high speed subway system set up in Memorial, the victim’s head flew off with relative ease. All of the events happened within a span of under six minutes. And most of that time was the perpetrators perfecting the victim’s position.

	By the time law enforcement officers arrived, Oscar’s team was fed up with holding back crowds of people from the platform and being yelled at by citizens looking to get home with a new person they’d found at the nearby clubs and bars. As soon as they saw Oscar walking out from the center office and that the police had almost pushed through to the front, a good portion of them walked away yelling that it was way past their break time. It took Oscar’s shouting and the incoming law enforcement officers pushing people aside to keep the citizens from entering the station. When all of the officers got to the front, one of them spoke up.

	“This station is temporarily closed down, folks. Officer Ronson over here is going to calculate routes to other major stations that you can use to find your way home. But this area is closed and unlawful entry into it may lead to lethal consequences,” an officer said while pointing at one of his colleagues and then back up the stairs. The officer had a look of disdain on his face, but quickly picked up on the order. The crowd grumbled and shot the officers dirty looks, but followed Ronson back up to the crowded streets of Memorial. When no bystanders remained, the officer who had yelled the announcement walked up to Oscar. He verified his identity as station supervisor before introducing himself.

	“Officer Turton. I’m a corporal on duty in this sector. Apparently something big enough happened to pull me away from my lunch break. So, let’s hear it,” he said, pulling out his phone and readying his thumbs. Oscar relayed the events that he’d reviewed on camera and offered to have them view it themselves. Officer Turton sighed as he finished typing.

	“Yeah, let’s get this over with - still gotta eat after we’re all wrapped up here,” he said with a laugh. The other seven officers laughed with him and followed as Oscar led the way to the center office. He held the door open for them as they squeezed into the tiny room with the security equipment. When they were all huddled together, Oscar wiggled his way to the monitor. He felt them glaring at him.

	While rewinding the footage their attention he glanced back and saw their attention was redirected to the monitor, intent on the flashes of violence that were displayed. He finally got to an appropriate spot and Turton gently pushed Oscar to the side, making room for the other officers to huddle around. There was a quiet anticipation among them as they watched the man get beaten. Oscar felt the nausea come back as the recording came to the part where they held the man down. When he looked to the officers to see if any of them felt the same way, he saw that they had smiles as if they were watching a sports team about to score a goal. When the train passed and decapitated the man, the officers let out satisfied groans and giggles. One of the officers, through his schoolboy laughter, asked Turton to rewind it and slow down so they could get a better look. Officer Turton examined the console and obliged, holding the rewind button for a few seconds.

	Oscar grabbed the waste bin and vomited as they all laughed. When he was done, he looked at them. They all stared at him with big, confused, curious smiles on their faces.

	“Not much for this kind of stuff, huh? Well, you get a stomach for it after seeing it for a few months,” Turton said. He didn’t seem nearly as amused as his colleagues, but he had a nostalgic smile on his face. Oscar looked at him and, unsure of what else to do, nodded. Turton took out his phone, tapped it, then began speaking into it while examining the security monitor.

	“Victim appears to be an early 20s Hispanic male. First assaulted by a group of what appear to be acquaintances after a verbal argument. Victim attempts-” Officer Turton stopped and looked at the screen. His eyes widened. He quickly pushed past everyone and jogged a distance away from the office before answering. Oscar felt the officers’ eyes stab into him again as he turned his attention to Turton. 

Turton stood at attention, had a serious look, and seemed to only give one word responses. Oscar felt uneasy about Turton’s rigidness.

	After a minute, Turton pulled phone from his ear and jogged back. His relaxed demeanor returned and nostalgic smile returned. He stood in the doorway and looked at the other officers . Then, he pointed his thumb at Oscar. In an instant, Oscar felt his arm twist and metal against his wrists. One of the officers began reciting his rights.

	“What’re you-?” Oscar shouted, trying to squirm out of the officer’s grip. Turton clicked his tongue and tapped away on his phone.

	“Sorry, guy, orders from a Beautiful One. And you should know we can’t defy the higher ups,” Turton said.

	Oscar felt his stomach drop and legs give out. Before he could collapse to the floor in disbelief, two officers hoisted him up and dragged him. 

        Oscar’s team watched in shock as their supervisor was arrested for a crime they were now unsure whether he had a hand in or not.