"I'm afraid not, Mr. Adams. These are dangerous and critical times. There's no more wiggle room or gray area. You are either with us or against us, one hundred percent."
"And who exactly decides which thoughts are anti-American?"
"The Commissioner of the T. P."
"And his name would be...?"
"That's classified information."
"So how's business? Made any arrests yet?"
"Quite a few."
"Really. I haven't heard a word of this in the media."
"We keep a low profile."
"Would you excuse me for a moment?"
Joshua walked in his house and glanced over at the empty recliner, and then came back out, this time shutting the door behind him.
"I just had to check to see if I had fallen asleep on the recliner and all this is just a bad dream."
The man to the left wrote in his notepad again.
"And what are the people you arrest charged with?"
"I'm afraid I can't be more specific about our activities or methods. I can tell you we have our own independent system to process offenders and facilities for detention and incarceration."
"Do the offenders get a jury trial?"