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PRISONER #047, GO ANA WAS LAST SEEN APRIL 12 AT ROUGHLY 20:54PM
A CONVICTED DRUG DEALER KNOWN FOR THE TRANSPORTATION OF SEVERAL CLASS A DRUGS FOR OTHER BENEFIT
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IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING GO ANA AND HER WHEREABOUTS PLEASE CONTACT SCPD IMMEDIATELY
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FULL NAME │고아나 GO ANA
AGE │TWENTY
DATE OF BIRTH│AUGUST 24 1997
HEIGHT & WEIGHT│170CM, 50KG
BIRTHPLACE│TORONTO, CANADA
CRIME │DRUG TRAFFICKING/POSSESSION
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❛Thirteen fucking grams of pure cocaine!❜ The officer screeched, his face inching slightly closer to her own - yet, an unbothered and slightly pissed off expression lay calm over her features. ❛And you're here telling me that it's got nothin' to do with you?!❜
The twenty year-old sitting in front of him shrugged her shoulders as she began to chew on her bottom lip out of boredom - she was beginning to get restless now, it was late and she needed her bed of all things. In her mind, she was already thinking of the things she would say to her best friend - the one who got her into this fucking mess in the first place.
The police officer rubbed his temples hard as he turned to his associate, looking at her through hooded eyes as the girl's attitude began to eat at him. He was quickly beginning to lose his patience with her, and his partner could possibly agree.
The female officer clasped her hands and lay them out front on the table. ❛Ana, you do realise that you were caught red-handed trafficking drugs - and from what our tests have shown you were under the influence as well. You can't outsmart us any more, it's over.❜
Go Ana puffed out in annoyance and struggled to keep herself from rolling her eyes back into her skull. She looked around the room, wondering if she was being watched from the outside - perhaps the friend that got her into this was chuckling outside the window, watching her life being slowly drained from her bit by bit.
❛Junkies like you deserve to be behind bars.❜ The male officer spoke harshly, earning a slightly disgruntled look from his female partner as he rolled his sleeves back. ❛We don't need you lot poisoning the city.❜
❛Ah, I guess you're right, officer.❜ She smirked, sticking her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket before puffing out more air. ❛You're probably just jealous that I make more money in one night than you do annually.❜
The officer slammed his fists down on the table, earning a yell of displease from the officer sat next to him - they both ended up on their feet as Ana stayed still, enjoying the conflict she was creating. If she was gonna rot in prison, she was at least going to make it entertaining for herself.
❛You're filthy.❜ The officer spat, rumbling in anger as his partner tried to calm him down. ❛I hope you learn that the hard way in prison.❜
Ana smirked again and manoeuvred her eyes to the opening door, watching three other officers make their way into the small interview room and surround the clearly angered male officer. As the female officer terminated their interview recording, a new officer put his hand supportively on the pissed cop's shoulder, urging him to exit the room.
Before he did so, Ana called out to him. ❛I don't need to learn that, you know,❜
With one foot out the interview room, he turned around on his feet and leaned against the wall. Ana looked him, dead in the eye, tension so thick it almost suffocated her.
