At 7:00 am, transport to Paris departs.
Thirty personnel divided among two military trucks and a requisitioned civilian vehicle, which was of no use to anyone except the military and their individual drivers (30 personnel). Macon was inside the second truck seated between an older woman (50's, sleeping since they first got onto the truck) and a teenage male (age unknown). He thoroughly enjoyed the view of the road as they traveled down the back of the truck and based on what he saw outside, felt as though Chevreuse looked like the day after a bad storm.
Chevreuse, at that time of day, looked as though it had been through a very bad storm. There was significant damage to some areas but there were many signs of things being out of place. There was a car lying on its side in one area. "Also, at least one house had a front wall that appeared to have suffered extensive fire damage. And two streets from the center, cordoned off with orange military tape, the entrance of a still-active dungeon with two soldiers in front of it.
The troops had low numbers above their heads as follows: 9% and 12%.
Macon continued to observe the area outside until the truck turned through another intersection and Chevreuse disappeared from view.
The secured area in Paris is located in the 15th (arrondissement).
The 15th had soon become a series of enclosed areas that the army had set up to oversee the main thoroughfares of access. The main encampment was located in the Parc des Expositions at Porte de Versailles (a very large site), and thus provided for the largest contingent of troops on the French mainland. Temporary huts and tents were situated next to the military's requisitioned permanent buildings that served as living quarters, and the armored units had entered through the major gates.
There were certainly a lot of people present. Expectedly, there would be hundreds (or possibly, more).
Macon disembarked the transport truck and was wearing a makeshift arm sling; he had a cell phone in his pocket. He was instructed by one of the soldiers that he should report to the area designated as the registration building to his right, since he needed to be in line though it was not the same as a regular line. He made his way to the area where he had been instructed.
While there, he was subjected to an hour long interrogation.
There was nothing dramatic about the way this was performed. Rather, it was an hour spent in a room that had probably been a meeting/conference room, sitting with an officer, who was probably in his 40's, and a young female member of the civilian population sitting at the same table, inputting data onto a laptop. During this time, they were very polite, professional and appeared to be quite fatigued.
The subjects that were queried by the interrogators were extensive.
He told them of that girl he saw on the street with purple eyes. They seemed to take note but did not react at all, so he either thought it to be something commonplace or they were simply no longer surprised by anything that had occurred within the last 48 hours.
He also mentioned the system that they saw, the interface and its unique ability.
He had observed the body of the man in the gray suit lying on the ground from a distance without truly understanding what had happened at that point; and that he had witnessed the old man in the garden have a cardiovascular incident.
The tutorial in Chevreuse, what he had seen from his gate, and the neighbor with the 99% who had died.
The monster on the porch; he had to explain this very thoroughly since they kept pushing for thoroughness; five legs, the skull eye, the claws. How he was able to take down the monster using only a kitchen knife and a decorative stone from his mother's garden; and the officer expressed an immediate range of emotion between disbelief and professional respect, before resuming a neutral demeanor.
He had been completely forthcoming about everything he had discussed with them.
except for one thing.
At about 40 minutes into the session, they inquired of him about his statistics. "Can we have the data on your system? Is your system accessible? Can you share your base statistics with us? "
Macon imagined the interface in his head. The same general gray values he had seen before, almost completely unreadable. The only thing he could comprehend was still the Death Sight.
He took two seconds to think about it.
He had seen anime and read manga. He had consumed enough to understand that there are generally accepted categories of systems in fiction. These are: strength, agility, constitution, intelligence, perception, and luck. The values are more or less the same between universes but may differ slightly depending on fiction.
He gave numbers.
Strength = 11, Agility = 12, Constitution = 10, Intelligence = 14, Perception = 13, Luck = 2
The statistics were realistic (within limits) for someone who spends his time sitting at a computer. He gave himself a luck score of 2 because really, with the type of week he had just had, that was an appropriate value to assign.
The woman typed the statistics into her laptop.
The officer looked at the display from his vantage point.
"You did not have a class assigned?"
"No. My system is a little bit... not complete."
"What do you mean by not complete?"
"There are a few pieces of information in my system that are unreadable. They have been like that from the start."
The officer made a note of the information. The officer did not appear alarmed at all by that statement, so either it was common, or the Army had seen stranger occurrences in the last two days.
"Your unique ability. You said Death Sight;Can you elaborate? "
Macon explained just enough to explain the data. He sees numbers on top of people (or above them). These numbers seem to have some type of correlation to something; he does not yet understand exactly how that works.
That was true; however, it was a very incomplete answer.
The officer continued to take notes while the officer put his pen down, and said that would be all for now, and they would contact him if they needed more explanation. The officer said he would be assigned to the camp until the situation returned to normal.
Macon left the interrogation room. On the way back, he checked his apartment on his phone.
The address where he lived in Paris wasn't located within a tutorial zone that was currently operational, based on what military maps show. The 6th District where he lived was classified as an orange zone meaning there was restricted movement for people living within the zone but it was still permitted. Therefore, once the zone reopened he could return.
He inserted his cellular device in his pocket.
The interface flickered momentarily within Macon's line of sight.
COMPENSATION DELIVERY: PENDING ESTIMATED DELAY: VARIABLE
Still there. Still waiting.
After being directed to the area assigned for him, which consisted of one corner of a commonly shared tent, a single camp cot and a plastic storage crate for his personal items, he sat down very carefully as a result of the seriousness of his back pain.
He then scanned the interior of the tent while seated and assessed the population surrounding him.
There were multitudes of people occupying this single tent alone. There were numbers displayed above every individual. Among the numerical displays, many represented percentages of either 20% or 30%. He also noticed that in a far corner of the tent there was an individual with a 61% display. This person appeared to be in good physical shape but appeared to be emotionally and/or mentally disengaged from the environment; having no visible attachment to the setting and therefore not engaging in interaction with other members present.
Macon continued to observe the numbers and thought that he missed his apartment.