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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 26: INFILTRATION

Even if the sleepless night was an order and not a choice, it didn't make Tig feel any better. He spent the night walking the fine line between impaired enough to silence any deep thoughts; and alert enough to handle a threat if needed. He rested his chin on his folded hands as the sun slowly rose, pouring dim, blue light through the windows of the bar.

Sydney had moved to Happy's bed during the night. Both dorm mattresses were subpar and unoccupied, but she felt less alone as she tossed and turned in the Tacoma Killer's bed like she was used to doing - than she did in Tig's. She laid on her back, staring at the slow spinning of the ceiling fan as the room started to fill with the first light of the early morning hours.

Clay accompanied Gemma on the early morning ride to the office so that he could relieve his Sergeant of the night's watch. He was pleased with the fact that so far - despite the efforts of his rogue VP - it seemed that their visit to Nevada hadn't landed on Alvarez's table.

Tig tipped back his whiskey when he finally heard the rumbling of a Harley pulling into the lot - needing to get as wasted as possible in the short time between now, and when he would be condemned to the uncertainty of sleep, ignoring the questioning look his President gave him when he entered the clubhouse to see him draining a bottle at 7:00 A.M.

"Call me for church later." Sydney announced as she bounded out of the hallway before Clay could ask his questions, as if she had been waiting for the first opportunity to get the hell out of there. He scowled as he turned to watch her storm out the door before turning back to the dark haired man.

"Do I even ask?"

"No, no you don't." Tig slurred, shaking his head as he pushed himself off of the table, dropping the empty bottle before stumbling to his dorm where he knew Sydney hadn't slept - the simple fact pinching at his heart, signifying that he wasn't drunk enough. He grabbed a bottle from his personal stash and spun the cap off, gulping it down as he fell backwards onto the bed.

Gemma had taken the liberty of informing Clay on Tig's recent breakthrough of the heinous memories he harboured over what he had done all those years ago - memories that the older man had almost completely forgotten with how deep Tig had buried them - so he cut his Sergeant some slack. With all the bullshit that he had going on with his left hand, he couldn't risk losing his right.

"Oh uh… Hey. I didn't think you'd be here so early." Half-Sack greeted awkwardly from the doorway of the clubhouse, hoping to avoid a scolding for being late.

"Get these guns to the warehouse." Clay dismissed the prospect, nodding to the pile of automatics that Tig had left to be transported, while the hand guns had been safely stored around the clubhouse.

Hours later, Tig was out cold with no burden of horrible, vivid dreams - thanks to the alcohol properly serving its purpose.

"Wake up! We got church, shithead." Clay jostled the sleeping Sergeant, smacking him with a pillow - exercising some of his frustration in a way that could be seen as humorous.

The delirious man lifted his head, rubbing his eyes before he looked around the room in an attempt to focus them and regain control of his foggy brain.

"Alright man, I'm comin." He mumbled, rolling onto his side before mustering up the strength to sit up, the position he'd fallen asleep in with his legs dangling off the end of the bed had not been kind to his aging body. He straightened himself out and headed towards the chapel, desperately needing a shower to properly sober up but knowing that keeping Clay waiting any longer would only make things worse on himself.

"Sorry." He apologized half-heartedly as he closed the double doors behind him, avoiding Sydney's eyes on his way to his seat.

Clay tutted his tongue in disapproval before he turned his attention to what he had of his crew, ready to face all of the issues that he'd dreaded over the last few days. "Haven't heard anything on the Mayans." He began, looking to Jax for an update on Jury.

"Talked to Jury this morning, they haven't been touched yet." Clay nodded, glad that at least one thing seemed to be contained for the time being.

"As soon as Hap is back and Juice can ride, we'll take a group up to Indian Hills."

Jax bit the inside of his cheek as he glared at Sydney for ruining his plan to protect his longtime family friend. It seemed that every time he tried to do the right thing, someone had to fuck it up for him. Clay's reluctance to let him go to Nevada and speak to his father's friend alone had him putting more and more thought into the cryptic words written by his grieving father about the conflicting forces that had pushed his innocent ideas to darkness, greed, and blood.

"That brings us to the next order of business…" Clay tossed a glance to the blonde girl who was staying unusually quiet, sunken into her seat with her arms crossed. "What's this lookin like Bobby…"

"We've got about forty. If Laroy takes his regular order - plus the one we delayed on, and the glocks keep coming, we'll be over halfway there by the end of the week."

"What else can we do? We don't know when McKeevy's gonna be back…" Sydney shook her head.

"Talked to Chibs this morning, gonna double back in a few days. McKeevy's gonna drop him off, then head down south. As soon as he does, the clock starts tickin. But for right now, we got a few days grace period to keep thinkin shit up."

"I got a guy who'll buy since Indian Hills is delayed but… He aint gonna pay our usual prices." Piney announced from the head of the table opposite to his President. "Nate Meineke… An old friend."

"Set it up, we need anything we can get right now." Clay nodded, Jax joining in - expressing gratitude to the old man for his help.

"What's Laroy gonna say when he hears we're sellin for half price?" Tig rebutted the offer.

"Oh, no… Nate's not that kind of friend." Piney assured with a smirk.

"Uh Clay… You better get out here." Half-Sack flung the doors of the chapel open, looking over his shoulder at the security display screens positioned above the bar that showed the entirety of Charming PD heading in with guns drawn.

"Oh shit…" The President groaned as he gazed upon what was about to unfold. "Cops!" He hollered to his crew who all stood as quickly as possible while he attempted to get over to Gemma who was standing at the bar.

"Down!" He heard as the clubhouse door was kicked open, stopping in his tracks and placing his hands to the bartop as the sea of cops flooded the clubhouse, slamming members against the walls and to the ground.

Sydney had almost reached Clay when she heard the command to get down. She looked back at Tig who nodded, slowly sinking to his knees with his hands up. She nodded back, copying him as she watched everyone be taken to the ground, some rougher than others - thanks to the cops in the department who clearly did not share in Unser's opinion of the M.C. She spotted the Chief standing outside with his head down, visibly worried about how this was going down and what it would mean for him - which told her that he didn't order it. But if the Chief of police didn't order it, then who did?

"Hey! Get off of her!" Sydney's head snapped up to see a bald man wrestling Gemma to the ground, Clay breaking away from the two men holding him in place and yelling his profanities to the cop for laying hands on his wife. Before the angry man could do something he would regret, he was wrestled to the ground and forced onto his stomach next to her.

"I'm okay baby." Gemma tried to calm him, but her communication earned her a kick in the stomach from the piece of shit who had manhandled her in the first place.

"Hey!" Jax screamed, wiggling under the boot that was pressed to his back.

Tig pressed his nose to the wooden floor, shaking his head because he knew that if he focused on what was happening, he would earn himself a prison cell for the next few years.

Clay pushed himself up, the strength from his adrenaline having no regard for the force on top of him as he went to carry out what his first instinct had been all along. A wicked expression overtook Sydney's face when she saw the opportunity, baring her teeth in a sadistic grin as she pressed her cheek against the cold wood of the floor before pushing herself up.

"Syd!" She heard Tig yelling from behind her when he saw what she was doing.

Clay stopped before he could start something that he wouldn't be able to take back, but he didn't stop because he wanted to - he stopped because the man he'd gone to attack was already being attacked.

Sydney had managed to get up and launch herself towards the power-hungry cop, knocking him down onto his back and getting on top of him where she was able to get in one solid punch before she was hauled off of him and slammed down against the bartop, laughing sadistically as her arms were pulled behind her back. One solid punch was all she'd needed.

Clay thanked his green eyed savior with a blink from his position on the ground, expressing his gratitude for the fact that she fought back when he couldn't, put her ass on the line to defend his wife - something that he wouldn't forget.

Sydney winked to Clay as the cuffs tightened around her wrists and the dark haired man straightened her up by a yank to her blonde mane. "Mmm, pull my hair daddy." She laughed as she was walked out hastily, her cork wedges shuffling across the floor.

"No! Don't touch her!" Tig's screaming was all that could be heard, even amongst the comotion. If there was anything to sober him up and straighten out his mind - it was seeing his old lady being carted off in cuffs when there was nothing he could do about it. This was exactly the kind of thing that he had tried to talk her out of doing, just hours before.

"Tig!" Clay hollered, his booming voice serving it's purpose when the Sergeant finally stopped his ear piercing protests and looked to his President who simply nodded his assurance that everything would be okay.

"Aw… What the hell is this!" Unser groaned with a squint, his hands out in the air in frustration when he saw the little blonde girl being loaded into a squad car by one of his deputies - knowing that this would only add to Clay's anger that he already dreaded.

"Little bitch took a shot on Lemmings."

"Oh uh… Put her in my car. I'll take her down to the station." The Chief nodded, thankful for an excuse to get out of there - and an excuse that may help him plead his case, at that.

The middle-aged officer nodded hesitantly to his superior, jerking the giggling woman toward Chief's car and practically throwing her inside, slamming the door with force when she started laughing.

"What the hell was that?" Unser spoke once the coast was clear, looking into his rearview mirror at the innocent looking girl, the metal cuffs on her wrists reminding him that she was anything but.

"I should be asking you the same thing." She stared back into the mirror at the old man, narrowing her eyes and raising a brow as he began driving to the station.

"Who the hell are you?" He shook his head incredulously. For the entire time the cop had worked with outlaws, he never knew a woman to be so involved in the club's business - not even Gemma. He scoffed when she didn't respond to his question, looking into the mirror again to see her smirking knowingly, telling him that she was about to reiterate her cocky answer. "Okay, so I take it that you know what's going on here?"

"That I do, do you?" She leant forward. "Got a smoke?"

"What does that mean?" Unser scowled, looking over his shoulder before producing a cigarette and holding his lighter up behind him.

"I'll take that as a no." She chuckled, blowing smoke into the front of the vehicle before she sat back against the seat, cross legged. "Hey Chief, you mind rollin the window down? Give a girl some air…"

"You aint gonna go jumpin out and runnin off down the street, are ya?"

She leant in towards him again as he looked over his shoulder. "Well if I do, you're the one with the gun." She winked before laying down across the seats and sticking her legs out the open window.

"Woah! That's not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted the window open."

"I'm disappointed Wayne." She brought the cigarette to her lips. "I thought you would've known more about negotiating with terrorists."

"You want a ticket for not wearing your seatbelt too?"

"Eh, may as well add it to the list." She shrugged.

"Okay well-" Unser grumbled in defeat. "You gonna answer my question?"

"Don't know, you gonna answer mine?" She countered, taking a drag.

"I didn't know about the raid." He sighed. "Hale got the order from A.T.F. after a tip about a shoot out yesterday involving bikers. Organized it behind my back, I didn't have time to give a heads up."

"I suggest that you tell Clay that as soon as possible, because the reason I'm sittin in here with you is the very reason that he's gonna have you cremated by two o'clock tomorrow."

"What? Why?" He scowled. "The search turned up nothin."

"They hurt Gemma."

"What?" He exclaimed, whipping his head around - a reaction much stronger than Sydney had expected.

"Damn, you two used to date or somethin?" She scoffed. "She's fine, but Clay wasn't. That's why I'm here instead of him."

"He put you up to it?" He ignored her speculation.

"Call it... Instinct."

"What, you some kind of hero or somethin?" He squinted as he pulled into the station lot, the cryptic words of the blonde girl only confusing him more.

"You could say that." She smirked before retaking a normal seating position so that he could bring her in formally.

"I'll make sure he doesn't press charges." He announced with his head down once he'd killed the engine.

"You trying to make it up to us?"

"Maybe…" He lied, keeping the real reason for his protection of the club to himself, the same way he'd done for decades.

"Looks like we got that warehouse just in time…" Clay hung his head as he sat before the reaper, thinking on how close they came to being caught.

"Why the hell are we just sittin here man? We gotta go get her!" Tig yelled.

"Relax." Clay winced. Tig had been a mess since he walked into the clubhouse this morning, and the current situation had only turned him into a ticking time bomb. "That girl doesn't do shit that she don't wanna do. If she got herself locked up, it was because she wanted to." He had absolutely no worries for Sydney's wellbeing - she was safe in Unser's cage and he knew by that smug little wink earlier that there was more to the story.

"She's a liability. Gonna get us in trouble." Jax shook his head.

"I don't think you wanna be talkin about liabilities here son…" Clay warned.

"We be there to post bail once she's processed." Tig interrupted what was sure to be yet another father-son argument.

"We be there when we get the call." Clay narrowed his eyes at Tig who walked further and further over the line - the line that had already been extended for him.

"I don't give a shit about a phone call!"

"Yeah, well I do! What I give a shit about right now is finding out why the hell Unser didn't give us a heads up about that raid! I give a shit about coming up with $200k. What I don't give a shit about, is your need to know her every move!" The frustration boiled over when Clay couldn't count on the two people who were supposed to be his support - the ones who were supposed to back his calls and not question them.

Tig hung his head in defeat. He knew he was acting irrationally but the way that his mind spiralled, it was just so easy to let it take over…

"Nobody. And I mean nobody tells Happy about this." Clay scolded his table, the chorus of affirmations that the statement earned him was the quickest favorable consensus that had been reached in months.

"Think Unser's still upset about blackmail?" Jax piped up, seizing the opportunity to shine while Clay's anger had been directed elsewhere.

"Maybe, but why make it worse on himself?" Opie answered.

"The Chief aint ever been the 'send a message' type, I don't see why he would start now."

"Maybe he didn't know?"

"Only way that something would've gone past Unser is if it came down from above, and we've managed to steer clear of A.T.F. thus far." As soon as Clay spoke the words, he realized what had happened. Someone must've seen them at the Mayan shootout yesterday, the shootout that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Jax… "I'll talk to Unser, but if they aint questionin us, it means they don't got shit, it's all smoke." His tone held nothing but finality, effectively picked up by his crew as they cleared out quickly. He didn't want to worry his men with the possible threat of A.T.F. when they needed to be focusing on making enough money to pay the Irish debt.

"You gonna tell me what that shit was yesterday?" Clay asked Tig as he was about to exit the chapel.

"Don't know man." He pursed his lips as he shook his head.

"Come on Tigger, you can't lie to me." Clay softened his tone.

The dark haired man stood still, hanging his head when his friend tugged on his heartstrings purposely. "On that highway… I saw." He shook his head, not willing to face the picture forming in his mind that he was presented with during the chase. "Nevermind."

"Tig… She's not Juli-"

"Don't!" He stopped the dreaded name that was about to leave Clay's mouth. "Don't say her name." He squeezed his eyes shut as they filled with tears.

"She don't need protection." Clay walked over, gripping his friend's shoulder and squeezing it comfortingly. "You need to remember who she is. She isn't her."

"I can't." Tig looked up with watery eyes as he shook his head.

"You can't because you're not lettin yourself. You keep treating her like she's someone she aint, you'll lose her anyway." The President turned to leave.

"As long as she's safe." Clay heard Tig mumble from the chapel as he passed through the doors, shaking his head in worry for the steadily plummeting morale of his club.

"Hey, hey! What is she doing here?" Sydney heard an angry voice from across the police station, turning to see David Hale stomping over to where she stood with Unser who had collected and bagged her belongings.

"Nice to see you too, David." She smiled sarcastically.

"Oh, I see you two have met." Unser nodded, skipping the introductions. "She swung on Lemmings…" He replied with a smirk. Even though he and his straightlaced deputy were on opposing sides for just about everything - one of the few things they agreed on was their opinion of the cocky bald man who thought that a badge at a small town cop shop made him some kind of dictator.

"Did she get him?" Hale responded with his usual hard ass tongue, but there was a small smirk on his face. Unser looked to Sydney, who smiled and nodded. "I'll take her from here." Hale nodded to his Chief who looked to him wearily, wondering what exactly supplied his interest in the young girl - and if that interest could get him in trouble.

"It's okay Wayne, I'll scream if I need ya." Sydney winked, she had gotten all the information that she needed from the Chief for now.

Unser nodded after a moment's hesitation, putting all of his confidence in her that she would not give up anything that the scheming deputy could possibly use against the Sons - or against him.

Hale led Sydney to an interview room towards the front of the station when he saw Tara Knowles climbing out of a black car. The blue eyed man had always had a bit of a crush on the quiet girl that he'd known for a majority of his life, never quite getting over her even after she had settled for the likes of none other than Jax Teller.

"Sit down, I'll be right in." He instructed the handcuffed woman before he closed the door quickly.

"Tara… Hi." David greeted the beautiful brunette as she walked through the station doors.

Sydney perked up when she heard the familiar name, wondering why Tara would be at the police station - wondering if she had something to do with the tip that caused the raid... She got up, pressing her chained wrists against her thighs to avoid noise as she shuffled closer to the door to listen in.

"Hi." Tara smiled. "Uh, about the other day at the hospital… When I said I had a question?"

"Yes, I remember. That question that was 'too dramatic' to ask?"

"Yeah, that one… Um, okay, I'm just gonna ask." She shook her head and laughed nervously. "If I had a restraining order against someone in another city, would it still be valid if I went someplace else?"

"Well that all depends. Every state is a little different. You think that 'someone' might be coming here?"

Sydney was glad to hear that Jax's fixation wasn't the rat - not needing an opportunity for Gemma to prove her wrong. However, the nature of Tara's question brought her back to the day at the hospital when the doctor had gotten spooked by that phone call, wondering if the two were linked.

"Do you wanna give me his name? I'll run it through the syste-"

"No, that's okay." Tara stopped him. "I'm just being paranoid."

Sydney wanted to scream from the other side of the door when she heard Tara brushing off what could potentially be a very dangerous situation - seeing firsthand what happened when abuse went unattended to by an outside force. She scurried back to her seat when she realized that the voices had stopped, not needing Hale to catch her eavesdropping before she had found out what she'd come for.

Tara's feet scuffed against the pavement as she willed herself to ignore the 'flight' portion of her 'fight or flight' instincts kicking in. She slammed her car door shut, hyperventilating as soon as she was alone. She knew Kohn wasn't fucking around like he had been in Chicago. The photos, the cryptic messages, the following her to Charming and claiming it was for business… She'd had no idea that until today, Chicago was all just the beginning - the full story becoming very clear when he'd told her to drive by the clubhouse if she wanted to see what her future with Jax looked like. The raid was just a sick way for him to show her what he was capable of - that he could orchestrate an entire takedown with the snap of his fingers. She didn't know what to do, she was no match for the power and connections of a fed, which was why she had returned back to Charming, the one place where maybe her word would be credible compared to his...

"Who the hell is Josh Kohn?" Sydney heard Unser yelling, likely at Hale who was just outside the door.

"A.T.F., Chicago. Looking into your favorite M.C." Hale answered smugly. "Followed Jax Teller to that warehouse a few weeks back. You know… The one that your boys were using as their gun factory."

"You aint got shit to prove it."

"That may be so, but he also witnessed a few of the members in a shootout out on 88 yesterday."

"That's why you raided their clubhouse for guns…" Unser surmised aloud. "The tip came from A.T.F.? Why aint they here then?"

"Not enough evidence… Yet." He sneered as he turned his back on his Chief, feeling like he was finally gaining some ground on the corrupt system in his hometown.

Hale entered the room with all the equipment he needed to book Sydney for the assault. He was so caught up in the hustle and bustle of the events that had taken place over the last hour that he hadn't even gotten time to breathe a sigh of relief for the fact that he'd managed to take over her case, knowing that someone else would've dug up her records that he'd buried the day before.

"Just couldn't resist me, huh?" Sydney grinned as the man closed the door behind him, lifting her hand to touch her necklace before lowering it slowly when she remembered that it had been taken.

"I'm doing my job." He grunted, pulling up a chair beside her, filling out her fingerprint sheet in silence. "J-a-d-e?" He confirmed the spelling of her middle name.

"You're smarter than you look." She smirked.

"I know you were heading to that chase on 88 yesterday…" He surmised after a few more moments of silence.

"Hmm…" Sydney dropped her voice. "If I remember correctly, I was brought in on an assault charge, not an attempted murder with a deadly weapon charge, but I admire your persistence, deputy. I'm something of an opportunist myself." She winked with a cocky smirk.

"I see that." His jaw clenched. "You ever been printed before?" He gestured to the inkpad.

"Well I think you already know the answer to that." She tilted her head.

"He's going to be pressing charges." He sneered, grabbing her hand and stamping her fingers as quickly as possible.

"You sure about that?" Her suggestive green gaze bore into him, only serving to piss him off that much more.

"You can stay here until someone posts your bail." He slammed the inkpad closed and pushed himself up from the metal table.

"You think I'm too pretty for the cage?"

"I figured I'd save you from getting raped by the scum that filters through those bars."

"Sounds like a mighty good time." She moaned seductively in a southern accent.

"I guess you're used to it." He smiled sarcastically before yanking her up by the chain on the handcuffs, dragging her to the back of the station house that contained the holding cells.

She smirked as he pushed her inside and slammed the metal bars behind her, staring him down as he left before she made herself comfortable on the sorry excuse of a mattress, kicking her feet up and preparing herself to enjoy the silence of the empty cages until her charges were dropped.

Hours later, as the day came to a close and shifts swapped, Sydney started wondering if Unser would even be able to convince the bald man with a bruised ego, not to press charges. She knew that since she hadn't gotten a phone call or the opportunity to contact a lawyer - that the charges were not final, but she had expected to have been released by now if they were being dropped. She eventually fell asleep, waking up sometime around 6:00 A.M. if she had to guess by the colour of the sky in the sliver of a window across the room. She sat up from the hard mattress, stretching her denim covered legs and rolling her eyes as her stomach growled, of course they'd forgotten to feed their only prisoner.

"You hungry?" She was surprised to look up and see Hale approaching her cell.

"And here I was thinking that you guys were just gonna let me wither away." She joked. "Thought you'd be long gone by now."

"I offered the night watch." The reality was that Hale couldn't get a start on his true task until after his scheduled shift and after that he'd lost track of time digging into Sydney's past, trying to find some kind of usable intel on the feisty M.C. associate - so he needed a cover story for his colleagues.

"Our time together wasn't enough for ya?" She grinned.

The blue eyed man looked down to the concrete with a chuckle when she continued to flirt with him. Before he had thought that her theatrics were just a charming facade, but her persistent flirting had him questioning his previous evaluation of the new woman in town.

"What're you hungry for?" He looked back up at her.

"Probably nothin that you got." She grimaced. "I'll take a smoke?" He nodded, pulling a pack of Marlboro's out of his pocket along with a green lighter. "You go all the way to the store just for me, or are those yours?" She snorted before leaning in for him to light the end of her cigarette.

"Cop can't smoke?"

"Nah, not a clean one." She scoffed, exhaling a grey cloud.

He chuckled as he shoved the pack of smokes back into the chest pocket of his uniform, leaning against the wall next to the cage and looking down at her, watching as those pouty lips wrapped around the cigarette and sucked...

Sydney peered up at him through her eyelashes, staring for a few seconds with the cigarette in her mouth, gazing upon his softened expression - one that she hadn't seen since she'd met him - from where he stood so close to her. Hook, line, and sinker.

"What're you guys searching the clubhouse for?" She asked softly as her eyes flicked down to his lips.

"What d'you think they're searching the clubhouse for?" His tone remained kind and soft. After hours of fussing over her records just to find that she was squeaky clean, he was desperate - hoping that maybe if he played her game, she would give him something.

"Something that don't exist." She shook her head, taking another drag. "Got anything to do with that fed?" His eye twitched when she mentioned Kohn, cursing himself for allowing her to pick up information rather than it being the other way around.

"He wants a piece of the pie." He spoke cryptically.

"What about you Davey?" Sydney squinted as she blew smoke over the man's face and stamped out the butt against the brick wall. "You want a piece of that pie?"

"Seems like you know all about getting in on a piece of the pie…" He tipped his strong chin towards her.

"I've always been more of a cream pie kind of girl…" She smirked as his eyes fell to her cleavage which was pronounced in the black, low cut top she wore. "You know?" Her head tilted towards his.

"Yeah… Yeah I think I do." Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning down towards her lips, something that definitely hadn't been part of his plan.

"Harding!" Hale was startled by the loud yelling behind him, turning to see a fellow officer looking at him disapprovingly. "Charges have been dropped. You're free to go." The hispanic man tossed the keys to his distracted colleague, giving him a look which told him that he was in very hot water and that he had some serious explaining to do if he wanted to get out of this one.

"Who can I call to pick you up?" Hale choked out once they were alone again.

"I was hoping you could give me a lift?" She looked at him with that helpless pout that she'd perfected.

"Yeah… I could do that." He looked down at the gorgeous woman, the woman almost just had him risking his career -wondering how she had managed to charm her way into his heavily biased mind. He shook the thoughts away and turned to find the right key to let her free.

"Thanks Davey." Sydney rounded the confining bars. "I knew I could count on you." She tilted her head up, kissing him on the cheek before she turned and strutted out of the holding area as if walking out of a cell was a daily activity for her.

… please don't hate me but, this might be my favorite chapter yet

Song for this chapter: Manners - Ashnikko