"Great." Luke smiles. He looks over to see the key sitting on a locked crate.
"Get it already." Stella rushes him and the door opens. Everyone freezes and Stella keeps him standing, as we rush into a closet.
"Yeah, so they didn't report to their cells.." A voice questions, taking a seat on a couch.
"Yes, sir." A man replies, standing in front of the man. I peek through the think slit in the wall and see that a guard is standing and the sheriff if sitting.
"And do you know who they are..?" He questions, tapping on the desk.
"Ummm, no not yet sir. The ladies at the desk are searching for their paperwork, but this usually doesn't happen so they don't keep track of it." He says, blaming the workers.
"Okay then.." He whispers. "Tell them they are soon to lose their jobs." He added plainly.
"Okay, I mean yes sir." He replied.
"Tell them now!" He said louder, making the guard flinch. I shuddered in the closet. Stella held my mouth closed and Luke stood next to us.
"Okay," he started, as he clicked his audio. "Guard Stan speaking, the sheriff informed me that if you don't find the paperwork, or even if you do, you will lose your jobs." He said, trying to keep his cool.
"No! You dumbass! Tell them if they find the paperwork there okay, but if they don't, they will be fired." He states. "And someone else will find it." He sneered. The guard them told them that and then there was a complete silence.
"The ladies are trying their hardest, but all of the paperwork was never used and you specifically told them we wouldn't need it." He informed the sheriff.
"Don't blame this on me!" He yelled, then stood up, hovering over the guard.
"Sorry sir." He half whispered.
"You should be." He harshly replied.
"This should be figured out soon." He clarified, not looking at the sheriff.
"It better be." He said, entering something into his computer.
"Sorry again sir." The guard added, scared of what the sheriff would say.
"You should be.." He scolded, tearing his sight to the area of where we were hidden.
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Cell 103
FanfictionWhy was I put here? Why was my mind so awful that it made me make the choices I made. Well, what's done is done, this is my home now..for now...
