AN - Dear Uni maths, please go die. You're totally hurting my mind.
I guess this town isn't as shitty as I had initially thought. Sure only one cop car has shown up, but it was a silent alarm in the middle of the night and it is a new squad car too. I wait until the officer steps out of the vehicle and ghost behind him gently lifting his keys from the belt. With three swift steps I'm unlocking the car and driving off. I'd really hate to be him right now having to explain that to his boss. I drive to the next town over and scope the place out in pre dawn light. I park my new Dodge Charger in an underground car park and consider my next move. The hoodie I'm wearing is huge but still passable in the oh you borrowed your boyfriend's how sweet kind of way. The pants are insane though. I swear everyone in the house must be rather obese. So the huge clothes and lack of shoes makes me stick out like mad. I pop the boot on the charger and take a look at my choices. Luckily for me there is a spare uniform in here. Thank fuck for skinny cops, the uniform fits but I feel like a tool in it. I tuck the shirt in, adjust the oversized belt buckle and wander into town looking for breakfast idly wondering how many laws I've broken tonight. Dunno if anything I did to leave base was a felony but there is stealing clothes, breaking the ATM open, grand theft auto and now impersonating an officer of the law.
Hah I totally smashed Puck's record. I'll be sure to rub my success in his face if I get back to school. It is McDonalds time now, to be honest it feels weird not being greeted by name when I walk in. I order the food of ten people before I realise the main issue with my current disguise.
"Hey bro, I'll give you $200 right now for your shoes."
"Um, I kinda need them right now."
"I've got cash." The greasy cashier looks over his shoulder to try and see a manager, before glancing at the cash in my hand. He then bends down and starts untying his shoes. God bless cash strapped teens.
I take my food and the shoes to a booth in the back. I jam a week's worth of calories in my mouth as I stare at the nasty nasty shoes. From the outside they look fine, but each shoe appears to be both crusty and slimy simultaneously and to make things worse they have to be at least one size too small so the filth will be pressed into my feet. Putting them on is worse than getting shot I swear. Urgh I want socks.
I bite the bullet and put the gross shoes on, seriously I don't think they have ever been cleaned. I go to check for messages before realizing I don't have a phone on me. In fact all I have is cash, hand cuffs and a tazer. I need to go back to Brittany. Sitting in McD's Hicksville I can admit that smashing my way out was almost definitely a bad plan. Sure seeing my barcode sends me into a rage, but maybe I could have restrained myself for 5 minutes until I calmed down and let Brittany explain. Ah well, I may as well finish my original plan.
The guard nearly shits himself when I roll down the window and take the cop's stolen aviators off my face (I'm totally impressed with how cliché the cop was). He hits an alarm and there is suddenly like a hundred dudes with guns in my face.
"Sooo, you missed me?" I try to act casual as I move very slowly to exit the vehicle. I really don't want to be shot by these douche bags again. The middle age dude is back, he waves at least half the guards back inside the compound, or base, or whatever.
"You came back." He appears to be judging me, a lot more open mindedly than last time if the lack of restraints is anything to go by.
"Yes I did. After careful consideration in a less threatening environment I decided that hiding isn't a really a viable option so,"
I'm cut off by Brittany walking out the gate towards me, "Hah who sounds like Rachel now bitch?"
I glare, "Whatever, I came back so could take responsibility and shit. Or you know sit in a cell for the rest of my un-natural life. Maybe I wanted to be just a little bit eloquent when I gave up my freedom."
"Shit speech, maybe you can work on it while I help waterboard you." Fucking bitch. I take half a step towards her to re arrange her face. I catch myself and lean back against cop car. I'm so glad that I realised she is baiting me, at least I hope she isn't serious about torture.
The interrogation lasts for like an hour, with Brittany threatening serious bodily harm every second sentence. I'm getting pretty angry but I repress my rage and don't put her face through a brick wall. Suddenly she gets in the passenger side, "You coming?" she looks impatient. I sigh, so fucking confused right now. The guard is back in his little gate house, and all the soldiers are going back into base studiously ignoring me.
"What the fuck Brittany?" I get in and stare at her. She has to know more about what is going on than me.
"Just drive Quinn, I'll explain on the way home." I slowly reverse and turn onto the highway following Brittany's wave. "They realised they can't hold you. Everything was trashed and it was decided to kill you on sight."
"Shit, SHIT. Why aren't I dead now?"
"Watch the road, you might survive a crash but I won't. Anyway, they were making plans to lure you somewhere unpopulated then 'pew pew pew'. Buuut then you drove right up to the gate and they decided seeing as you didn't hurt anyone when you were gone it was easier to just let you leave."