@stonedswan:
“This is bullshit! I haven’t done anything since I got here- as a matter of fact I just got into Miami!” She shouted at the officer leaving the jail cells but to no avail. She let out a sigh of exasperation, Alex had just been getting back to Florida from a long ride, along with that she had finally went different roads from the guys she left Washington with. Mark wanted to go to New York and Tony had Massachusetts in mind, which they both left her here. In broken down Miami, she did want to back home but she should have picked a later time. Things were still tense and apparently cops were arresting anyone who looked like they were related to that dumbass who killed the president. The only thing that could even be close to a reason for putting her behind bars was the weed on her person, and even that wasn’t too terrible. “Shoulda’ just went to New York…” She mumbled to what she thought was no one but herself. After a moment or so, her digits left the cell bars and as soon as she turned around towards the beds she realized she wasn’t alone in here. Regardless, she played off her previous frustration for a moment.
“What are you in here for??”
He felt so naked without his helmet. He’d been in the cell long enough to start growing a beard, with daily visits from government officials but no other company. No cellmates, no visitors, nothing.
Until now.
Scratching at his face, he very nearly chuckled. Was the city broken enough that they needed to mix up jail cells, or did they just stop caring entirely? The way the place had looked before he’d been put in here, he wouldn’t be surprised at either answer.
Though he’d never enjoyed talking for too long, he hadn’t had a proper conversation in forever, so he very nearly jumped at the chance. His new cellmate could be entertaining, surely.
“CIA shit I guess.”
That was pretty close to the truth, anyhow. Biker had masked his anonymous tip-offs well enough, as usual, but he hadn’t considered the fact someone might have remembered him from the one time he tried to get a meeting with the feds. As soon as he’d re-entered Miami (just as he’d feared) he’d been scooped up and thrown into jail for questioning.
He wasn’t stupid enough to admit his crimes to the cops, though, so until they found him a lawyer, he was vague and silent.
He could tell they were cracking, though. Soon they’d be desperate for his information.
“You?”