Maggie Green- Joslyn -black Patrol- Sc.4- Official

A shadow splits the courtyard—another faction, one Maggie did not expect. A patrol car lumbers into sight, its lights off, its engine barely whispering. Bishop tenses; so does everyone else. A new presence means new stakes. The driver’s door opens and a figure steps out with the deliberate slowness of someone who has rehearsed being unhurried. Uniformed, but without badge glint—a municipal chess piece moved with private hands.