A young Marvaitian runs through the plaza in front of the government buildings, pickpocketing the various upper-class citizens. A few notice that they have been stolen from and rush over to a nearby Internal Intelligence Service agent. The Marvaitian sniggers, wondering what the Internal Intelligence Service would do about a minor pickpocketing.
He isn’t happy for long.
An invisible hand grabs him, pulling him back to the Internal Intelligence Agent. He screams. The process will only take a minute or so, but by the time it is done, his brain will be nothing but mush. And the belongings will be returned, of course.
And what did the Marvaitian want to buy with the money?