Author's Note: I do not own the plot-line for this fic. Ocean's 11 and its original character's belong to Warner Bros. The other characters used belong to Masashi Kishimoto. The only character I own is Miyuki.
"Good morning" an older, female, voice said. Twenty-eight year old Miyuki Taisho is sitting, hand-cuffed in a chair in the center of the prison's gymnasium. She stared at the panel in front of her through ink-black bangs, her grey-blue eyes calculating and mischievous. "Good morning" she answered politely. There was the sound of paper's rustling, and a file being opened.
"Please state your name for the record." The voice asked.
"Miyuki Taisho"
"Thank you. Miss Taisho, the purpose of this hearing is to determine whether you are likely to break the law again. While this was your first conviction, you have been implicated, though never charged, in a dozen other schemes and frauds. What can you tell us about this?"
Miyuki's mouth twitched as she stifled the urge to smirk.
"As you said ma'am, I was never charged." She answered.
"Miss Taisho, what we're trying to find out is, was there a reason for committing this crime, or was there a reason you got caught this time?" asked a male voice.
Miyuki sighed, giving the panel a sad 'pity me' smile.
"My husband left me. I was upset. I fell into a self-destructive pattern."
There was an uncomfortable cough from the female panel member, and Miyuki knew she had them.
"If released, is it likely you'd fall back into a similar pattern?" the female panel member asked.
This caused Miyuki to chuckle.
"He left me once. I don't think he'd do it again just for kicks."
"Miss Taisho, what do you think you would do, if released?"
Miyuki stared at the panel for a moment, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk.
Moments later, she was being escorted down the hallway by a uniformed guard. Her handcuffs were removed once she entered the check-out station. She was given her personal possessions and had to sign a form saying they'd been returned to her. She was left with a single female guard as she changed into the dress-suit she had been in when she had gotten arrested. She opened a small manila envelope and dumped a dainty silver band with a modest diamond and two sapphires. She rolled it between her fingers, staring at it for a moment before tucking it into her small purse. She exited the penitentiary gates and looked around, shivering in the cold winter air. She looked around, and a grin broke out across her face.