The Emperor Has No Clothes

Johan

"Beautiful view isn't it?" I ask, sipping my drink.

"Yeah, but enjoy it while you can," Barry cracks, sipping his. "After all they should be coming by now." He smirks.

"Who?" I look around nervously, and realize what he's done. "You didn't-"

"Ah, but I did."

Sirens...

"No....No!" I yell. "How could you? I trusted you!"

"I did too," Barry looks down, with anger, sadness and disappointment. "You took this too far, I can't support you anymore." He pauses for a minute. "I'm sorry."

The sirens have reached up the hill, and they're approaching fast. I look at him first, his blond hair has grown to be a bit shaggy, he also has growing stubble on his chin. He wears faded jeans, a blue shirt, and red sneakers. My attire matches somewhat as we were supposed to be hiding from the law, but here we are. I wear dark jeans, a red t-shirt and black sneakers. My hair spiked, but floppy ( I'm on the run and don't have gel, I know I look bad, shut up) I look around seeing if I can escape, but then cop cars surround me. The red and blue lights flash in Barry's rectangular glasses, in front of his grey eyes.

"Hands above your head! Now!"

The voice is feminine, strong, and commanding. I do as she says, knowing I have no other choice.

As the officer steps towards me slowly, I can make out her uniform. She's from America; Barry called them then. That son of a-

"Get on your knees! Keep your hands above your head!"

I do and look at Barry. He has his hands in the air as well, and he's kneeled down. He ratted me out. Oh, oh! He is going to pay.

"Which one's Bartholomew?" Barry raises a hand higher at the officer's question. "Come here."

He walks over, and the officer comes by me.

"Matthias Kohler you're under arrest for suspected murder," The officer's voice was soft yet firm. She clicks one one of the handcuffs against my wrist."You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be held against you in a court of law," she tightens it. "You have the right to an attorney, if you don't have one," other one on. "One will be provided for you," tightens the other one. She hands me off to another officer and he seats me in his car. He has the average cop mustache and beer belly. His hair is greying but just enough for a salt and pepper look.

"May I have a last word with my brother? I might not be able to see him again," I beg. I'm good at the puppy eyes too, adding them in. I'd cry if I wasn't so fueled with hatred for Barry right now. "Please," I draw it out with such emotion I start to believe it myself.

"Fine, Keen!" I read his badge, deputy Wilson, they brought in the big guns, nice.

Keen, a-, hang on, reading. A low ranking officer, a newbie basically. It's obvious. First off her attire is pristine and clean, she's smiling too much as well. But with force, nervous smile. She can't possibly be older than, with the state of her badge, maybe just over a month.. Let's have fun with her.

"Yes?" She greets.

Water works time, "Officer please! Can I talk to my brother? He's Barry, Bartholomew Soren. Ma'am please." Academy award here I come, heh,

It worked. She goes sad then realizes and goes stern. Rookie.

"Yes, come with me," Stern, but with emotion. She can't keep a quiver out of her voice, I'm doubting my guess on a month at this point.

I stand up with her, I have a huge advantage, she's normal, fine build. But about five five, and I'm six one. Plus a criminal has to be fit, so I am also stronger. I have height, build, and strength on my side. And brain, she's a newbie.