"Name?"

"Ain't got one."

"Name?"

"You know it."

"…name?"

"…Nobody!"

Patricia honestly felt like slapping Hooligan Sister No.3. The shorter hair girl always were the worst out of the sisters. Whatever her name was, she was primarily responsible for getting the rest of the sisters into trouble. Her entire personality could be summed up with the way she dressed; black biker jacket, white tube top, short shorts and knee-high boots. That, and her constant cross expression made it clear she didn't like Patty.

Or maybe she had gotten tired of this routine.

Reforming the Hooligan Sisters into normal citizens capable of passing by a drug store without robbing it proved itself to be a daunting challenge even for a multiple department officer such as herself. Some of the sisters were easier to reform than others. (The ones Patty could call dumb blondes in private) But only the biker and the red dress sister remained.

"I ain't like my sisters." The biker spat out. "I got humility."

"And a rap sheet as long as the station itself." Patty said under her breath before continuing in a normal voice. "While your crimes you committed are of a lesser degree…" Patty glared down the biker as she had been flapping her hands. "…you still need to repay for the damages you caused…"

"I washed your car…"

"You summoned a alien fleet that nearly destroyed the city."

"…you stopped it."

"The point is!" Patty barked. "The point is that you got to…"

"Sleep with you?" The biker returned the glare with one of greater intensity. Patty would have retort with a quick laugh and moved on, but the biker continued. "My sisters told me. What, you think by saying 'don't tell anyone' is enough to cover ya?"

"I have…"

"Oh, Prisoner #3987." The biker read off a cue card she had been toting around. "Let me see those hidden weapons…" The biker returned the card into her pocket. "My sister told me that you like to be nibbled on your neck."

Patty froze.

"But hey." The biker smiled and relaxed in her chair. "If sexual favors are what will give me a clean rap sheet, then sure." She took off her jacket. "I'm always open to new ideas."

Patty bit her lip, but complined as she too started to dress down. As the biker took off her boots, Patty got out the keys to the overnight worker's bunkers and unlocked the doors for them. The biker Hooligan sister sauntered in while removing her shirt under the cover of the overshadow room. Patty followed in, closing the door behind her.

In Patty's mind, she owned a harem of the sexiest criminals on the planet. Bu in reality, the Hooligan Sisters had taken control of her sexuality and used to their advantage. While it started out in Patty's favor, the sisters had since been the ones pulling all the strings.

Not that Patty minded as she took a taste of the biker Hooligan sister. Huh, oily.