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The brown haired male chewed at his nails, the length getting shorter as he had been sitting at the interrogation table for an hour. The wait for the officer to get done with his partner in crime seemed to make him more and more anxious even though he knew a way out. He could be out of here in a flash but he wouldn't leave his friend, the friend he became attached to. He laughed at his thought, it echoed throughout the room and if as anyone could see him now they'd think he was mental. He knew the deal with them and they had agreed becoming attached would get you into trouble and here he is probably going to spend a life in prison or get the death sentence. They had always been one step ahead of those assholes, the cops, the feds. Whatever you wanted to call them, but this time was different. Something about the way they were caught and how they did every move they knew to get away and yet they got caught. How? Is the real question.
All he needed to know from his own mind that had always done the right thing , was how did they get here in a room with hand cuffs tied around his wrists.
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