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Well, this is just great; locked here in a cold damp cell, alone. They wouldn't let me stay with Griffin. Maycroft said something along the lines of, "wouldn't want you two planning any escape or more escapades after your release, hm?" The way he talks of our release, as if he knows it's extremely unlikely, makes me feel worse about what's happened. But really, I have no reasons to be afraid. They have nothing against us. I know we didn't steal anything, but I'm still oddly frightened. I suppose we did actually break into the Mr. Potts warehouse, so that does kind of count fro something. I'm glad I still have my warm clothes on. This place is freezing. It's cold enough outside, but underground in a steel cellar isn't making things worse. They must freeze the truth out of people and reward them with an extra cup of lukewarm water. How generous. My cell isn't even on the same level as Griffin's but another floor above. I wonder if he can hear my footsteps pacing around above his head, making him jittery. I consider whether Griffin's as nervous as I am and guess he probably is, but for other reasons. I understand now why they even brought me down here, to his cell. There's no way they would've done that unless they planned on sustaining me too. I feel ignorant and defeated, outplayed. An identical blue light like the one from Griffin's cell flickers above my head. Ever since they put me in here I've been eyeing it nervously, waiting for it to go out; for the coming darkness enveloping me in its night like grasp. I notice also several ants crawling along the left wall and keep my mind active by speculating how they got in here. I begin to feel drowsy, pulled to the floor by my tired legs and drooping eyes. I let my self slump over and blow hot air on my hands, thinking over and over of blood in Griffin's hair, dirt in the warehouse and things in my possession that they could possibly find to hold against me.
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Awaking to the unbolting of a huge, metal cell door is a frightening sound to wake out of respite from. I stand up hurriedly and press my back against the farthest wall and watch as my door swings open to reveal Maycroft with a pleasantly morbid smile on his face. I brace myself for the worse. "I see little moons under your eyes, dear. Get enough of a nap in here while I was gone?" This conversation is so petty it makes me want to gag. When I don't reply he continues, "Well, it doesn't matter I suppose, considering you'll get plenty of time to sleep when your dead." I let my eyes go wide but keep my mouth closed. "Since when have you taken up gardening, must I ask?" "G-gardening?" I finally sputter, unable to keep silent any longer. "I don't know...what?" "You really are good at acting ignorant, but you've said yourself, you know more than you let on. I just never really guessed it was in this area." "I still don't know-" "Oh please," Maycroft swivels around at me. "I'm tired of this game you're playing at. Tell me what you planned to do with it!" "Planned to do with what?" One spin on his heels and Maycroft sends the back of his hand flying into my face with a loud crack! I grab the side of my head and my knees buckle underneath me. Rage courses through my body as I think of Griffin and the blood in his hair; scars and cuts across his body. I stand back up, hand still against my face and snarl, animal like, at Maycroft's back. "The plant," he spits. Then I feel like I've been hit hard in the gut as I try to swallow his words, but find I can only cough them back up again. Of all the things I imagined he would say, this is not it. "Where did you get the plant?" he asks again, and I hear him say it over and over in rhythm with the thump, thump of my heart and throbbing motion of my head. "I – I found it. I found it, outside. Outside the-" but before I can finish my confession I hear alarms going off and shouting as of several people headed towards us down the hall. It grows and grows, my head pounding with it even more until our cell door is pushed open even further and the last person in the world I would ever expect to see again is standing there in the frame. Reese. "I told you to stay out of this!" he barks at Maycroft who is also looking startled at Reese's presence. Reese's voice, sharp and commanding, frightens me and I'm terrified that this was the man I told my name to on the street. "I had a warrant," Maycroft contradicts. I watch him shuffle nervously and I'm confused at who exactly has the upper hand of the two. "Curse the warrant! I ordered you to let me handle this and you've broken command, officer." The way Reese spits 'officer' at Maycroft confuses me even more. Is he being sarcastic or? Maycroft tries to go on, "We found articles in her possession that were-" "Where is it?" "In the lab, of course." "That is not your property." "I understand that, but the item is the property of this compound to hold until further request from-" In a flash, in a blur, Reese has Maycroft by his tie, teeth showing in a sadistic growl. I'm petrified, slumping farther back into the corner, into the shadows, praying to be overlooked, to go unnoticed. Reese, in a whisper I can only just hear, speaks. "You will bring it to me, now. And you will do so quietly and quickly or I will have your job and your head in less than a minute." Maycroft is silent, toes hovering over the ground, ready for a fight, but he sets them down carefully, and Reese unleashes his grasp. Maycroft pulls his vest down and straightens his tie, walking silently out of the room, down the hall, two other officers following closely behind. Is it two minutes they are gone? Three? I can't distinguish. Time passes in a moment, yet takes forever. All the while I am stuck in this cold, dark room, watching as Reese's chest rises and falls in slow steady breaths. His anger is apparently gone, but when Maycroft finally returns with my plant in his hands, suffocated in a vacuum sealed bag, I watch Reese as his eyes flash fire as if on command and become strong and defiant again. He grabs the bag out of Maycroft's hands and opens it, gently reaching his hand inside, knowing exactly where to grab it at its strongest parts and avoids crushing the delicate tender leaves. Holding it in his hands he gazes at it and sighs, and if I knew him better I might think it was a sigh of relief. "Did you take any samples from it?" he asks. Maycroft shrugs his shoulders and leads one of the officer's forward. Covered in his white lab coat he looks at Reese terrified for his life. "I know you will answer me truthfully," Reese assures him, "so tell me. Did you take any samples form this?" "No, sir. We only sent it through the radiation scanner." Terrified, Reese glances at the plant again. "Did you radiate it?" "No, sir. We merely scanned it for radiation." A silent sigh, but I see his chest move. "That is all I need to know you may leave." Once they are gone, it is only Reese, Maycroft and myself. Neither have noticed me and I'm relieved, but I can tell from the tension there is more to discuss between the two. "Now, before I go, call for her release," Reese finally glances at me and shivers course up and down my spine. "What?" Maycroft is compromised. He can't say no, but I understand that he also can't say yes. That I would ever be this important should be flattering, but it's not. It's terrorizing. "That's impossible." "No, it's not. It's as easy as this: you let her go, and I won't have your head for breaking my orders." "That's not enough to frighten me out of my only chance." "My, is this your only chance? You are desperate." Reese steps up to him, even closer till I can't tell where one begins and the other starts; identical as they are in their suits. "You let her go," he whispers, "or I'll tell him." "You wouldn't. You can't." "You want to bet I can't? I can dig up every little dirty secret in your life and I can twist them until I get what I want and you can be sure that he will want to hear every single one." Reese draws out the last three words till I am sure the devil speaks through him. Eyes wide as saucers, Maycroft goes silent and storms out of the room. A hush fills the space, a hush not of calm, but of tension seeping in through every crack of the walls and pore of my body. "You're free to go," Reese tells me, his voice soft, small and warm, so different than who I was hearing only seconds before. "How long have I been in here?" I think I've only been in here for a couple hours, maybe less. "Eleven hours, from the clock-in." Have I really been in here that long? It feels so strange when you are in one place, a place so void of anything that even time slips out of your reach. He stands, there, holding the door open for me, but I can't move; won't, that is. "Not without Griffin," I state. "Who?" It occurs to me he doesn't know. "Griffin. The other person you are holding here against their will, who was accused of the same thing I was and didn't do it either." I'm beginning to sound angry, I know, but I'm mad. Mad at Reese for being here at the right place at the right time, but also the wrong time. "You mean the boy in Compound 9517? That's a different matter." "No it's not. We were together at the same time, did the same things during the break in," I am on the point of yelling but not quiet loud enough in my opinion to call it that. "You weren't charged with break in and theft," Reese stares at me as if I'm dippy. "But then, what am...what was I here for?" "You're here for Black Market trade."
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