The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Best Hiding Place

Foo stuck their head out into the doorway, watching the approaching cars, "The guards are here... Probably from when I called them earlier."

"So that's all well and good, but what are we going to do with the Star Platinum disk?" Hermès wanted to know what the plan was before it was too late.

"My next goal is to get this disc out of the prison and to the foundation where my father is. If we don't revive him, his body will start to disintegrate." That made it a priority in Jolyne's mind. "We'll have to get the memory discs later."

"Getting stuff out is going to be harder than getting it in. Of course, we first need to be able to bring it back with us into the prison." You held up the disc, "If there's no other way, I can keep it in my head."

"Well, if I make myself have bigger boobs." Foo groped herself, making her chest expand. "Give me the disc for a sec." You obliged. Then she stuck the disc between the crevice of her chest, making it actually sink below the skin, hiding it from view. "How's this?" Yeah... they wouldn't be checking there.

Not that there was time to change your minds. The cars driven by prison guards were at the front door of the warehouse.

"Foo Fighters, make sure you raise your hands so they don't shoot you." You had already followed your own advice, Hermès and Jolyne following suit. "Our stories should match in case they question us. So let's say the guard was attacked by an alligator and we helped him out. But we don't know anything about the others."

Everyone nodded, and the four of you started your way outside, eyeing the many guns pointed at you. Then everyone was briefly questioned before being chained up and thrown into the back of a car. Luckily, no one got in any serious trouble for what occurred. So back to the cells you went.

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"(Y/N)... can I talk to you about something?" Hermès was laying on the top bunk. The lights had already been turned off for the night.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well, we've hung out for a few days since I got my Stand and all that, but today I feel like I learned how little I really knew about you." She let out a sigh, "But now I feel like I almost know too much. So I figured I should even the field. Tell you why I'm really in this prison. Just don't tell Jolyne about it yet. She's busy enough worrying about her dad and Whitesnake."

"Okay...?" Though you weren't sure if hiding info from Jolyne would do much good.

"To put it plain and simple..." Hermès took in a deep breath, "I want revenge. My sister, Gloria, was killed by a gangster, Sports Max. She had recently inherited a restaurant from our father when she saw him kill someone by the old apartment near the restaurant. Normally she would have left them alone..." She grit her teeth in frustration, "But she wanted to protect me."

"God," She covered her eyes with one hand, thankful you couldn't see her at the moment. "I was so stupid and naïve back then. If I hadn't ran out, she never would have seen them in the first place. But she told the police. And the police fucked up. Said they'd protect her so she could give her testimony but they didn't do jack shit. Max hired someone to kill Gloria, and with her gone, all they could do was get him five years for tax evasion. At this very prison."

"I see... I suppose you want to kill him, then, right? Do you know what gang he was a part of? I might know of them." You knew Passione was looking to expand the influence they already had within the United States, so Max's gang could be a rival.

"(Y/N)... are you part of a gang? When you first entered this cell, you said you weren't innocent. Is that what you meant?" She had had enough of the violence caused be gangs, and didn't want to hear that you were part of the problem.