The State Strikes Back

They come for you in the night. One minute you're asleep, warm and swaddled in your blankets, and the next you're awoken by a loud, crashing sound, defended by the light on the end of a police officer's a R fifteen. You raise your hands up defensively, too shocked to think. Hand grabs you by the wrist and yanks you hard off the bed, nearly pulling your arm out of its socket. Several men shout loudly, all at once. Their voices merge together into