State Political Directorate
Barry stood tall at the checkpoint, his uniform gave him status, a man to be feared
"FIS! id" Barry could see the terror in the womens eyes as she scrambled to find her id card, not producing meant a trip to FIS headquarters
He sneered at her petty state
She looked up, panic, pleading "no id? shame, take her away!"
The queue tailed long, no murmurs, no dissent, just silent prays, eyes avoiding his
"Barry" Hands grabbed his arms "we note you didn't vote the right way in the last election, come with us!"
Law enforcement was guaranteed for all