The klaxon just above General Duke's office goes off. Duke gets up. He is short and fat. Gruff man, about 50 years of age. He walks to a nearby cubical. "Kerragan, we have an emergency." Kerragan gets up. She is in her young thirties, in her prime of beauty. "Sir, what should I do?" she replies to Duke. "I want you to find out why the alarm went off." He says in a gruff voice. After a few seconds Kerragan finds out that there was a killing in a local bar. "Sir," she says a few minutes later, in dukes office, "It's a killing. The culprit is a guy by the name: Jim Raynor." Duke thinks for a second and replies, "You are our best officer, I won't order you to take this dirt bag down, but if you want to, I won't stop you." Kerragan walks out of the office towards the armory. She suits up with Titanium body armor, and a canister rifle. She walks out of the office to come face to face with Jim him self. She jolts back and starts firing her rifle. Jim falls back dazed. Kerragan puts him in a stasis field and brings him into the 'Holding Tank.' It's a room where all the jailed criminals are held. After a few hours Jim breaks out, madder than a bat out of heck.