Lone Ranger
Over two hundred years after the Great War, the NCR Station known as NCR Station Delta-A was falling apart. It was stationed in the very North of California, In fact, the farthest North California that you could get; in Dorris. Aaron Samson was a Ranger stationed in Ranger Station Delta-A before 'it' happened; A murder. It all started with him waking up to an unusually loud knocking on his house doors.
"Samson, you better open the door, or I'll throw a stick o' dynamite in there and blow your brains out!" A gruff voice yelled.
This was obviously Commander Forde and he sounded very angry. So, he got up and swung open the door.
"You know exactly what you've done! So, turn around, let me put these handcuffs on you and I'll lead you to the interrogation room."
"What the hell is going on?" Samson asked, irritated.
"What, are you dumb? There's been a murder, obviously, and you've done it. We've gotta take you to in!"
"How do you know that I've done it?" he asked, dumbfounded
"You have the right to remain silent. Oh, and if you really are dumb, then it means, 'Shut Up!'
Samson remained silent for the rest of the journey into the prison. He didn't understand. "Was I framed?" He thought to himself. That wasn't possible. Who would frame him?
He soon got to the prison, and they walked him through the rows of cells into the 'Interrogation Room.' It was really just a storage closet converted into a tiny room with one table, two chairs, and a desk lamp. This was the classic 'Interrogation Room' type of setup.
Commander Forde produced a bag with a .32 Millimeter Pistol from his unusually large suitcase.
"We found this at the scene of the crime. We also found your finger-prints on this gun," he said with a small chuckle.
"So, first of all, where did you even get this? We usually lock up all our weapons and ammo in a contained storage shed. And that place has its own highly contained lockers."