The November Order

💎 II : Jean-Pierre

The detective, slammed his hands on the desk in frustration, "this is your last chance to talk you bastard," he stared down at the relaxed individual sitting on the other side of the table like he wasn't currently being questioned as a prime suspect. The detective all but growled as the twenty two year old still remained silent with a toothy grin decorating his face. The detectives eyes were aflame with rage, he couldn't believe he'd wasted a whole day without getting anywhere, the way his veins were popping out would make you think he was a wolf tensing up to spring into a lethal pounce and he almost was, all he needed was a slip.

"you shouldn't show your emotions so easily detective," the suspect drawled as he drummed his fingers on the table, "and you're too loud, do you want the other officer to think that you can't deal with a vagrant like me?" He winked and flashed his toothy grin again.

"Think about the situation and how talking is the only option you have right now.," The detective sighed and walked out of the interrogation room, he needed to cool his head.

The sound of the door's click made him laugh, he enjoyed toying with them like this, he was always in charge of the situation and no one could best him. He pushed the chair backwards so he could cross his legs on the table and recline. He shook his wrist so his watch came into view, he really needed to eat more or finally loose the sentiment of not removing one of the links on the Rolly. 12 more hours and he'd be free to get back to his life of daily neighborhood adventures.

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts roam, what new formula would he be working on when he got out. The compound had gotten him in this mess but he knew it could do much more. Maybe he'd replicate it and try to streamline it into other uses. Who would have ever thought he'd be this good with chemistry after all the havoc he caused back in his secondary school but money had a way of focusing even the worst of wandering minds.

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The black tarmac surface was more of a grey now but it still retained it's integrity, not a single crack could be found on the court. The sounds of a one on one match being played  disturbed the peacefull vibe of the cool evening suns ambience.

"you know how the drug dealers would always stand at the street corners in all those really bogus jackets in the movies?" Yomi  chuckled as
he took a fade out shot,

"Yes, what about it?"

"I've always wondered if it happened in our part of the world, what do you think Demas?" He asked as he caught the ball passed to him, "like I know our police aren't the best but it still looks quite suspicious right?"

Demas closed the gap between them to try and get the ball from him, "last I checked I'm not a drug dealer or user so how am I expected to know that?" He huffed as he spread his hands upward for a block.

Yomi bounced the ball to the same timing of his breathing, he was very tired but he still could manage some more minutes. He grinned, 'this was just right.' He lived for the time he got to spend with his twin just chilling out of their busy schedules.

"Fair point," he said as he did a feinted right and finally broke through his brother's defense, 'I think it would not work over here, probably because of the sun. Who ever tried it would be dried into something stronger than kilishi. Don't you think so Demas?" He took his shot.

The ball bounced off the backboard and Demas took the chance to catch it and get a hoop with his younger out.

"Goat," Yomi chuckled.

"Jealousy," he walked behind the three point line, "I guess that's a probable reason not to try it, but maybe there are more important issues that would keep them away from doing that, security and clients maybe."